Wuning plummeted rapidly from high altitude.
Her mind went completely blank.
Sanchez deliberately called out to make her open her eyes, “It’s alright, baby! Trust us!”
Wuning pressed her face tightly against his chest.
Are you kidding me!
Even if these Polluted wouldn’t get injured from the sudden drop and landing, even if she was being held, her bones and internal organs would still be jolted out of place upon impact!
Sanchez laughed and activated a personal protective shield for her just before landing.
Eliminating the landing damage.
Wuning, still shaken, clung to Sanchez’s neck, feeling her body unharmed, and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
But before she could finish that sigh, Sanchez jostled her, making her scream in fright, “Ah!”
Sanchez’s chest rumbled with laughter, “So timid, little lamb, so adorable.”
Wuning: “…”
Speechless, she wanted to jump down, but Sanchez wouldn’t let her.
He explained before the girl could protest, “We’re about to sprint, you won’t keep up.”
“The other Medics are the same, so hold on tight, don’t worry about your weight affecting me. Now adjust to a comfortable position, countdown thirty seconds.”
Wuning thought he was joking and looked around for Bo Yin.
The Major General was ahead scouting the situation.
“Stop looking at him, he has to command and lead. You can only choose from the four of us.” Sanchez snorted jealously.
Garnet bounced over cheerfully, “Pick me, pick me! I’m the most secure!”
“As everyone knows, being big only makes you look dumb, not secure.” Cook mocked, “Besides, you go crazy when you kill. Do you want to splash her with blood while holding her?”
“What’s wrong with that? It’s a medal!” Garnet retorted, “As long as she doesn’t get hurt and bleed, it’s fine.”
Eli leaped lightly onto a rock, her posture sharp, long hair dancing behind her. She sneered at the remark, “Oh, so you want her to see up close how terrifying you are?”
“You do know how much you look like a monster when you kill, right? By the way, you’re ranked high in the StarNet’s top ten Polluted terrifying killing scenes compilation.”
Garnet froze, waving his hands in panic, “I’m not scary! I’m not that bad! He’s lying!”
When he got flustered, he’d follow up with a string of slang and dialect, begging Wuning not to dislike him.
As for what it meant exactly, no one could understand, and Garnet himself refused to translate.
Sanchez unceremoniously cut off Garnet’s mumbled grievances, “Alright, time’s up.”
Wuning had no choice. She was also afraid of holding them back, so she obeyed the order, sitting in the crook of Sanchez’s arm, leaning low and resting her head on his shoulder.
Sanchez adjusted her position, gripping the girl’s slender calves wrapped in combat boots, and hooked the tips of her boots into a ring on his tactical belt.
This made it easier to secure her posture.
Wuning glanced down and thought the ring looked a bit like a stirrup when riding a horse.
…You Polluted and Medics sometimes get a bit too suggestive.
“So obedient, not like a lamb but more like a puppy.” Sanchez was extremely pleased.
Wuning found the position a bit embarrassing and glared at him with little intimidation, then looked at the other Polluted squads.
This time, including her, there were four Medics. The other Medics were also tightly protected, and Wuning didn’t see any of them.
Sanchez opened the filter mask and put it on her, kissing her a few times through the mask.
“The air here might contain pollutants, so don’t take it off.”
Not far away, Bo Yin gave the signal to attack and charged out first.
Even though Wuning had already witnessed the combat abilities of the Polluted in the Dark Sky Zone before, she was still horrified by this.
The speed of their charge was simply impossible for humans to achieve. Wind resistance and gravity seemed nonexistent, and in the blink of an eye, they had already covered dozens of meters.
Wuning thought of cheetahs, but the Polluted clearly possessed both the speed of cheetahs and endurance far surpassing them.
They crashed into the battlefield like biological tanks, carrying an overwhelming momentum.
Entering the hunting zone.
Mutated species on the planet roared and threatened, swarming over in overwhelming numbers, densely packed.
Even a zombie horde would be no worse than this.
Due to the inefficiency of firearms and the bloodthirsty, murderous factors within the Polluted, everyone chose to use refined cold weapons.
The sound of cutting through flesh was blocked out by the filter mask.
In fact, from the moment the charge began, Wuning could no longer hear any external sounds.
This was also a form of protection for the Medic.
However, even new recruits in the combat unit could be stimulated to the point of vomiting—these mutated monsters truly exceeded the limits of human imagination.
Wuning felt fine; her heart was racing, and her adrenaline was soaring.
She could see that the others remained within a large area around her, and each person’s combat style was different.
Eli appeared agile and nimble, never toying with his prey and aiming for a single lethal strike whenever possible.
But because he didn’t want to get dirty, he sometimes missed a few.
At such times, he had no choice but to use some small gadgets hidden on his body to kill them from a distance.
Garnet, a reckless tank, was always at the forefront.
He preferred close-quarters combat, with execution moves that were cruel and rough, often accompanied by incomprehensible slang and battle cries. He wouldn’t stop until he tore his prey apart.
Cook was elusive; Wuning had only seen him once. He moved like a wandering shadow, appearing from somewhere at any moment to take an enemy’s life.
But this was dangerous—his teammates couldn’t see him and couldn’t provide support.
As for Bo Yin, this man’s lethality was simply terrifying!
As the leader, he wore a device that attracted mutated species. If others faced ten, he faced a hundred.
An endless stream of mutated species surged toward Bo Yin in overwhelming numbers.
The man made no unnecessary movements, no flashy or eye-catching postures—he simply swung his blade repeatedly, again and again, skillfully and powerfully severing heads one after another.
Wuning watched nervously, not daring to blink.
From her perspective, lacking combat ability and experience, it seemed as though the monsters’ claws were just inches away from reaching Bo Yin!
But in the next moment, a blade from who-knows-where would cut them off.
Countless times, Wuning thought Bo Yin was about to be injured, and countless times, she was astonished by his superb combat awareness.
…So cool.
Really, so cool.
No one could resist this kind of killing aesthetics, let alone when the man himself possessed such a captivating and striking presence.
This was a feast. She was protected, appreciating it up close from the eye of the storm.
Over ten minutes later, the area was cleared.
Eli and two others who served as technicians methodically set up a communication base. The entire team had five minutes of rest.
Wuning could also be set down to rest.
Her legs gave way and she plopped down onto the ground.
Sanchez’s muscles and bones had clamped around her body like iron blocks during the fight, making her feel as though her waist and legs were about to snap.
Her hand touched something slippery and fleshy—Wuning looked down, felt a wave of nausea, and wiped it off on her clothes.
Cook had just been about to hand her a cleaning cloth, but upon seeing this, silently withdrew it.
Garnet came rumbling over from a distance, half-kneeling in front of Wuning and whining for mental energy soothing.
“Now?” Wuning was taken aback.
We’re in the middle of a fight, Gani.
“No need for guidance, just release your Mental Power. This is to prevent the Polluted from losing control during combat—it’s also why we bring you along.”
Eli walked over, her dark red hair playfully brushing against the girl’s upturned cheek, leaving behind a faint, pleasant scent.
Wuning glanced around and noticed that the other Polluted had already gathered around their respective Medics.
But hers…
Bo Yin was checking the situation in the next area.
Garnet knelt beside her, holding her wrist and whining like a spoiled child.
Cook, Sanchez, and Eli stood around her, their strong, sturdy legs forming a fence-like circle around her.
Sanchez’s combat boots even pressed against her calf, rubbing against it suggestively.
The expressions of the three were hidden beneath their dark, cold face coverings, yet the scene was overwhelmingly intense.
What a triple-A scenic spot.
Wuning didn’t sense anything inappropriate about them—of course, she wouldn’t be stingy with her Mental Power either.
But still…
Wuning couldn’t help but glance at the nearest Medic.
The other Polluted were all requesting mental energy soothing in submissive positions.
Not like these few.
Wuning thought mischievously, if only she could roll her Mental Power into a little ball and toss it away.
Then let’s see if these three could still strike poses as effortlessly as they were now.
But she couldn’t do it—what a shame!