Yang Ming noticed that she was holding the Golden Mask in her hand, unsure where to place it.
Catherine pursed her lips with a hint of helplessness, "Are you sure you’re not injured?"
"Come with me for a check-up," Catherine pointed towards the infirmary. Yang Ming shrugged and calmly walked up.
Catherine turned and led the way with her hands behind her back.
She was a combat system girl, yet her arms and waist were very slender. Under the soft, smooth fabric of her little dress, she hid her gentle muscle curves.
Yang Ming almost wanted to hug her directly.
Stay calm, control yourself, as a dignified Quasi-Ancient God Life Form, he could not act too recklessly.
The infirmary was small, with a single bed and a few mechanical arms filled with various medical devices.
"Do not collect my biological data," Yang Ming reminded.
Catherine was stunned for a moment, then nodded, warmly saying, "Okay, lie down here, I’ll help you check your physical data."
"You look pretty today," Yang Ming jumped onto the hospital bed, speaking softly.
Catherine bit her lip but did not respond to him, skillfully manipulating all sorts of instruments.
When their squad went on missions, many times team members were severely injured, and it was she who helped rescue them.
Yang Ming admired her beautiful profile, stripping off his top and wearing only the military uniform pants, resting his arm as he lay down, letting out a light sigh.
"What’s wrong?" Catherine asked from the side.
"Thinking about this mission," Yang Ming clicked his tongue, "I thought it would be nice to fight alongside you, so I had them assign you here. Now I think this mission is quite dangerous, I shouldn’t have brought you."
"There are no more than five supermodified people stronger than me. There always has to be someone when there’s a mission, why can’t it be me?"
Catherine responded calmly, having already set up the machine parameters.
A mechanical arm moved to Yang Ming’s feet, beginning to slowly scan his body.
Yang Ming smiled, "That’s not what I mean... No one would want someone they care about to be in danger, Catherine."
Catherine stood with her hands behind her back and asked slightly tilting her head, her gaze full of aggression.
"I quite like you," Yang Ming answered with a smile.
The air in the infirmary suddenly fell silent.
Catherine stood behind the door, looking down at Yang Ming, the mechanical arm slowly rising. Yang Ming also gazed into her clear eyes.
A faint mechanical lock sound came from behind Catherine’s door.
"This is the only private time now," she said softly.
Yang Ming blinked, "Catherine?"
Catherine was already strolling over, her breath slightly fluctuating, but her strong mental fortitude kept her calm on the surface.
As Yang Ming was about to sit up, Catherine had already raised her hand to press down on his shoulder, forcing him back onto the bed.
The infirmary vibrated lightly.
Her power control slipped with an inappropriate flaw.
Before Yang Ming could feel lucky that his physical quality was strong enough, Catherine’s beautiful face filled his vision as she closed her eyes tightly and came straight toward him without any regard.
Yang Ming tightly gripped the bed board.
This kind of supermodified person’s fierce attack had no romance at all.
Yang Ming looked at the somewhat dazed girl in his arms and couldn’t help but quietly ask near her ear, "Did you learn this from those female team members?"
"I, I have never had the chance to date... too many missions... Are couples ?"
"You should’ve said it earlier, relax."
Yang Ming spoke gently, forcibly taking back the initiative.
He always felt like he triggered some flag.
On the simulated evening, in Captain Catherine’s rather spacious lounge.
Yang Ming, wrapped in a bathrobe, walked to her workstation, turned his head to look at her side-lying back, and smiled widely.
A wonderful experience.
Especially since her stamina could barely match his, it rarely gave Yang Ming a feeling of pressure relief.
He hoped this relationship could last a little longer, and that Catherine wouldn’t leave him for this or that reason.
Although he didn’t say it aloud, deep down he was pretty mindful of Hera’s choice.
But what could he do?
Respect was all that mattered.
Yang Ming casually grabbed his clothes, put on his shirt and underwear, took out a thumb-sized disk, and placed it in front, the disk projecting a dim 3D projection screen.
Images and data of three New Federation fortresses appeared simultaneously.
Although Yang Ming had been emphasizing the danger of this plan, he himself didn’t feel this was a particularly dangerous mission.
These fortresses posed a great threat to the fleet, but internally they depended on humans and machines for maintenance. Once inside, incapacitating them wasn’t much of a hassle.
How to get in, though?
For this, Yang Ming had already asked Lyu to consult an expert in this field in advance.
This old man was living the good life in the Luofeng Empire, oblivious to when he even took the telomere suppressant; it was ridiculously carefree.
But thankfully, even though Kolev liked to socialize with old noble women, he kept his integrity, never letting Mimili’s mother down.
At this moment, Kolev had already sent over a complete invasion concept.
As it was already wartime, the three major fortresses surely had tight defenses, guarding against Empire spies causing mayhem. Trying to sneak in using conventional methods seemed unlikely.
Even the tightest defenses have their flaws.
Kolev wrote a few sentences in his suggestion: