How could O who installed A find A again?

In the next few days, all the crew members of the 927 transport ship seemed to be pierced by Yom and his stormtroopers, and their usually calm face split apart every minute, and only the former captain Lin Jingye was left on the whole ship. Unshakable, as always.

Yes, the former captain, besides, it is not the 927 transport ship anymore, this starship is really called "Yasano" now.

The marshal who occupied the magpie's nest gently stroked the console, and said something in his mouth, "I will be my little Jingye from now on", which perfectly interpreted the saying in the army that "a battleship is a wife". No matter how many times people see it, they still feel horrified.

Yasuno, when I used to do some side jobs, it was impossible to say that I was a 927 transport ship, so I had the realistic and detailed holographic projection camouflage of the warship, and...the name of the captain was made up of the same pronunciation, Yasuno .

Lin Jing, who should really feel horrified, still didn't express anything.

At most... Only when Ren broke off his glasses did he raise his eyebrows a little.

"How many of these ugly glasses do you have, and you put on a new one when you can't see you at a glance?" The marshal performed an unintimidating rage, breaking the pair of black-framed thick-rimmed square glasses into small pieces. One piece, one piece at Lin Jingye's body.

Lin Jing also took out an identical pair from his pocket, put it back on the bridge of his nose, and said seriously: "Although these glasses are very cheap, you destroyed three pairs yesterday and today, [-] federal coins , how do you pay for it?"

Ren glared at him angrily, grabbed the new face on his face, click.

Lin Jing also had no expression on his face: "2000 yuan. The salary of a civilian captain is not too high."

Ren lowered his head in frustration, his messy white hair fluttered back and forth, and he tucked it behind his ears, then touched in his pocket, took out a small golden crystal card, threw it away, and threw it away. into Lin Jingye's arms.

"I'll pay you, I'll pay you." Ren said angrily, "I will wipe out your inventory sooner or later!"

Lin Jing didn't look at it carefully, he put it in his pocket casually: "Oh."

"Esuna, Liu Jun!" Ren suddenly turned around and shouted loudly, "Throw away those broken glasses of both of you!"

Suddenly being yelled at, the marshal's soldiers turned their heads innocently, and neatly closed the movie they were watching on the (pretty stylish) glasses, took off the (very expensive style) multifunctional glasses, and threw them into the trash can.

Venting anger, this is blatant venting anger!

The unlucky subordinate dared to look angrily at the dismantled black-rimmed glasses at Lin Jingye's feet, and began to think seriously about what to change for Captain Lin so that the marshal would be satisfied.

Ren Chu, this person really doesn't look like a marshal at all.

He doesn't stand properly, sits improperly, occasionally stays on the bed, and leans on the podium when he is fine. He doesn't even wear his uniform properly. , smiling and chatting with everyone in the bridge, like a long-legged and beautiful car model who went to the wrong set, or, a starship model?

However, under the silent gaze of Lin Jingye, Ren used his bewilderingly handsome smiling face to collect almost all the secrets on and off No. 927.

It took less than a day.

The second line is still inferior to the sword of the sky, Lin Jing also sighed in his heart.

The Sword of the Vault of Heaven, this king's division obeyed Ren's orders, and never hesitated, even if a sudden brain twitch asked the soldiers to throw away such expensive glasses, the two of them would not ask why, Execute directly.

He and his team are loose everywhere, but iron and blood are everywhere.

A pile of information flashed across the light screen, and Ren didn't avoid people. He said bluntly: "I'm really curious, which warrior is it? He dared to cooperate with others and sell my itinerary to the rebels."

He said "warrior" in his mouth, and the people on the bridge felt cold for no reason, thinking that they should write "dead man".

The lazy marshal hangs on the back of the captain's chair half-melted, with a pair of long straight legs insisting on standing sideways, he grabs Lin Jingye by the collar and brings him to his side, ordering:

"Captain Lin, your starship has been requisitioned by me, and there is no new one for you for the time being, so you can serve as my adjutant for the time being."

Lin Jingye: "...Are you serious?"

Ren poked him with rather displeased eyes from the strands of his hair: "Improper? The male secretary is fine too. Go, make me a cup of honey tea first. It can't be too sweet, it can't be sweet, it can't be too hot, but I don't want ice." ..."

Lin Jingye: "I will be an adjutant, sir."

Then Ren smiled with satisfaction, so proud that he showed one side of his teeth.

However, after hearing this order, Tvar fell straight on the ground. Yom, who had not had time to disembark, led the stormtroopers and crashed into the wall. The other battleships of Zhijian scattered one after another, dodging this flagship that seemed to have drunk fake wine.

During this violent rotation, everyone rushed to grab the handles around them, but Ren was still half-melted, and he didn't even let go of Lin Jingye's collar. He turned his head, and the chocolate wrapping paper hit him: "Hey, do you know how to drive a starship?"

The helmsman tore off the wrapping paper from his head in a daze, and replied, "Yes, yes."

"Drive it well, it's as if you haven't had basic military training."

The one who hasn't received basic training is probably the Marshal yourself!

All members of the original 927 roared silently.

The adjutants under the Federal Marshal are all at the level of major generals.Lin Jing also went from lieutenant colonel to colonel, senior colonel, and brigadier general, and directly served as Ren's adjutant, which clearly did not comply with military regulations.

Ren seemed to see what those soldiers were thinking, pulled off Lin Jingye's collar and forced him to bow his head, and whispered in his ear: "What's the matter with the people on your ship, obviously you yourself don't care about military regulations at all on weekdays. , Why is the ability to accept it so poor now, is it really the soldiers you lead?"

His voice is very soft, close to the ear, a little hot and a little itchy.

Lin Jing also lowered his eyes, and also replied softly: "Maybe a mountain is higher than a mountain, otherwise, why are you the unique Marshal of the Federation?"

……

The former No. 927 transport ship, and now the flagship of the Yasuno, it is no wonder that the original members are collectively out of shape—suddenly, the captain of his own team has become a marshal and adjutant, and the small broken ship has transformed into a flagship. This was originally the result of the starship's pursuit for many years, but...is it possible for the marshal to promote his adjutants so casually?

Ren didn't return to the capital star, he took his new flagship and his fleet, and drove all the way to deep space.

The marshal didn't grab the captain's lounge either, Lin Jingye and his mandarin-eyed black cat were still in the captain's room.

Lin Jing was also sitting by the window. He lowered his eyes and looked at his mechanical fingertips. The cold white metal shimmered under the light of the stars. Almost no one would think that it was a weapon.

That day Ren grabbed his wrist and looked at it for a long time, as if admiring a work of art.

Lin Jing also suddenly laughed.

"Captain!" Military doctor Luna kicked the door, and rushed in with a knife in her face, "Didn't you want to cut your cat's eggs, bring them here quickly, I'm going to go on vacation after cutting."

"...Luna, have you been on the inhibitor?" Lin Jing was also scared by his doctor and took a step back. He had never been so frightened by the rebel army or the marshal.

The black cat with mandarin duck eyes was still in a ball in the closet, unaware of its tragic fate.

"Take it here and bring it here." Luna's impatient tone seemed to kill a chicken, "I'm going to be in heat right away, so I'm going to have to cut it!"

Lin Jing also held his forehead, sighed and went to catch the cat to the medical cabin.

Luna is an ordinary Omega with only a D+ grade. In her own unscrupulous words, the lower the A and O, the stronger the animalism. Even Luna usually maintains Lin Jing's prosthetic limb with a steady hand. All the joints can be perfectly connected without the aid of equipment, but when it comes to the high fever period, that is, when the estrus is the most severe in the past, it will also lose its mind and be full of glue, and the inhibitors can't relieve it much.

If it's an Omega above A level, it won't fall completely, and even some S level Omega can take non-stop menstrual leave.

Annoying, very annoying, Luna looks like she's going to stab someone in the next second: "Why don't the Marshal and his gang get out, I've lost a pack of inhibitors in my warehouse, it must have been stolen by those prodigal bastards!"

"There is no Omega among these people on board, they have their own quota of Alpha inhibitors, what to do with Omega, you check whether it is because you are emotionally anxious during menstruation, remember wrongly, or whether other Omega menstruation is unstable .” Lin Jing also patted Luna on the shoulder.

"Impossible, it must be those guys, the flagship can be used as fireworks, maybe they are cooking soup with Omega inhibitors at the moment! Rennes' bastard is also, I have never seen such a wounded person who does not cooperate with the doctor!" Luna gritted her teeth, "Oh, no, you bastard is the first one to disobey the doctor's advice! No wonder Ren admires you so much!"

Lin Jing also smiled: "I still have self-knowledge. Even if Marshal Rennes really thinks I'm not bad, he wouldn't directly promote me as his adjutant."

Luna stopped growling, turned her head with a black face, and now she looked like she had killed someone: "Then what does he mean?"

"He suspects me." Lin Jing also said flatly, "He stayed in 927, so maybe he didn't mean to monitor and investigate."

The reason is easy to explain, and even military doctors who are approaching their menstrual period can understand it: the ninth star sector of Cydia is the inner domain of the Federation, and it is far away from the battlefields of the outer domain, the star bandits and the illegal black area.But it was here that Ryan, who was on vacation, was ambushed.

It should also be thankful that he didn't change to a civilian spaceship during his vacation, but ran around in his flagship.Although the various forces had different purposes for elevating him to a high position, the military power in the hands of the marshal was really given to him. Although it was against the rules to sail warships on vacation, no one dared to control Ren.

Otherwise, it will really be like what Tval said, sending wreaths from thousands of miles away.

Therefore, it is impossible for Ryan not to wonder who actually informed the rebels of his schedule, opened the door for them, and let them enter the federal star field.

Not only is the fleet of Sky Sword impure, but the Federation has never been, and it is even more impossible to be flawless.

Lin Jing also put away his thoughts, glanced at Luna, and silently distanced himself.

I'm sorry Marshal, I'm afraid you will suffer for a while.

……

When Tval was invited by the marshal's personal soldiers in exoskeleton armor, he was not surprised at all.

The captain has already been interrogated, and now it is his turn.

"Marshal." After the door closed, he stood at attention and saluted the people inside, his heels hitting the floor with a crisp sound.

Compared to his seriousness, the marshal... is still eating chocolate.

Ren was wearing a military uniform and was checking the healing of his wound. The bandage on his shoulder was half removed, and there were large and small battle marks on the exposed half of the shoulder, some new, some old, criss-crossing, like a The celestial map is engraved on the skin.

Holding the light screen in one hand, he put the chocolate package to his mouth and tore it off with the other. He looked up at Tvar, and nodded in return.

"Know what I'm looking for you for?"

Tvar clenched his fists and replied in a deep voice, "I know."

Nonsense, it’s not that he hasn’t stayed in the frontline troops. Under normal circumstances, there are armed patrols inside the battleship, but it will never be like Rennes’ current soldiers, who are full of exoskeleton armor and equipped with top armor. There are many people everywhere.

Ren doubted No. 927. Not only could it be seen from his behavior, Luna, who was in a violent state, had already scolded everyone who went to her once, and now who doesn't know.

The only sound in the room was the sound of Ryan and Chocolate fighting.

After a while, he suddenly said: "Tval Sean, an A-level Alpha, once belonged to the Seventh Planet Legion, an ace fighter pilot, once shot down [-] enemy planes in a row. To be selected to participate in mecha pilot training, mechas are versatile, expensive, and have higher requirements for pilots, so I can choose the best mecha pilots in the army."

After that, he raised his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile: "Almost, I saw you on the candidate list of the Sword of the Sky, how did you become the adjutant of the second-line supply ship?"

Tvar replied somewhat stiffly: "It has been written in my file, Your Excellency the Marshal."

"Written." Ren glanced, "'Attempt to bully Omega'?"

There was silence in the air, and Tval could feel his limbs numb from his fingertips, and his anger crawled up his spine. For a while, the air was filled with pheromones that Alpha couldn't restrain due to violent emotional fluctuations.

Ren frowned, and waved his hands in the air: "Have you been used by your captain to make wine? How can your smell be so smoky! Hurry back!"

Tvar's anger seemed to have been poured cold water, and his emotions were subtle.

The captain is right, Marshal Wren is truly a unique figure in the Federation.

However, with the shielding bracelet, this irrepressible pheromone diffused into the air, and there was almost only a little smell left. Tvar's pheromone smelled like rum, so back then, he, a small officer of ordinary background, , was used as a scapegoat by a drunk son.

"A- mental power level." Ren's voice came slowly, "cooperate with systematic training, or combine with Omega with high matching degree, it may not be impossible to break through to A or even A+. You are very commanding, put It's a waste on the second line."

Tvar pursed his lips. If Luna hadn't heard about the captain's analysis, he would probably have wept because of the marshal's praise.

This is the God of War of the Federation.

"Do you want to join the Sky Sword?" Ren asked suddenly.

Tval looked at him: "If you're not kidding."

Ren: "Of course I don't. I have the right to recruit independently. I lack a captain who can actually lead the army. It's a waste of youth to stay on the second line with a civilian captain."

"I know whoever the marshal wants to promote does not need to be approved by the military department, and they can make up the formalities." Tvar seemed to be suffocating, and he replied, "Who would not want to join your team? It's from the Federation." Elite. But I think that Captain Lin is much better than me, but I don’t think I’ve reached the level where you can catch my eyes. If you really want someone, you should have him.”

Ren sat on the table, raised his long legs, rested his chin on his hands, and bent his eyes with a smile: "What's the situation, are you so loyal to your captain?"

"Without Captain Lin, I wouldn't be standing here now." The tall man replied. He straightened his back, but lowered his head, and asked in a very soft voice, "Please don't doubt him. He led us The people on the boat risked their lives to save you just because... we just want a chance to be seen by you. So, please give him a chance first."

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