Chapter 257 04.0256: "To deal with Slaanesh, please empty the magazine in advance"

[Military Supervisor Melina? Why is she here suddenly? I am done. How can I explain this...]
"I...I'm here to deliver an archived document."

"Then what's that in your hand?"

“Just now, when I was trying to put the file into the shelf, I accidentally pushed the file next to it onto the ground.

The file was covered in dust, and I was afraid it might get moldy, so I picked it up and prepared to spread it out and clean it. I'm so sorry! I'll be more careful next time." Farida's face was tense, trying to stay calm.

"Really?" Military Supervisor Melina had a blank expression on her face. Her eyes quickly swept towards the iron rack where the files were stored. The files in that rack were stored by her personally, but now it was empty.

His sharp eyes then swept over Farida, looking her up and down, and she soon noticed the ink stain on the ground.

The feather pen was hidden under the table, and the ink drops from the tip were falling to the ground drop by drop due to the pull of gravity.

"After you clean up the files, clean up the floor as well. It's a disgrace to have such a mess in the archives room."

"Yes!"

After saying this, Military Supervisor Melina turned around and left, closing the door.

After the door closed, Farida let out a trembling breath of relief. Her legs went limp and her body, which had been straight just now, slid down onto the chair.

"That was a close call..." She wiped the cold sweat that suddenly appeared on her forehead and reached under the table to try to take out the feather pen.

The first thing my fingers felt was wetness.

She pulled her hand out and looked down, and saw black ink on her fingers. Then she noticed the small and conspicuous spot of ink on the ground.

[Military Supervisor Melina...did she see it...?] Farida was stunned, and then looked at the tightly closed door in confusion.

Although the Military Supervision Department and the Navy Department did have a certain degree of cooperation on this matter, the two are ultimately in a relationship of supervisory department and supervised department.

Copying top-secret documents to the Navy Department without authorization is definitely a violation of the bottom line for the Military Supervision Bureau.

But Military Supervisor Melina actually pretended to be stupid and let him go...

Why would she come to this archive room at this time when she didn't know where she was? And why did she just take a look and leave?

Farida was puzzled.
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It is the fourth day before the opening of the triumphal ceremony.

Horatio, wearing shorts and a sleeveless training suit, was sweating alone in a drill room at the Chutsu Academy.

His fists landed fiercely on the sandbag, causing the dummy to stagger and leaving dents that lasted for a long time. The force was so great that there was no doubt that each blow to the human body was enough to break bones.

Ravenno said he would solve the current broken links in the investigation and connect the clues together.

But the waiting time before the deadline is the most uncomfortable.

During the past two months, everyone's spirits have been in a highly tense state. It is indeed a bit uncomfortable to suddenly slow down and have nothing to do.

Moreover, since the last mission, he always felt a little distracted, had no appetite, and always saw the sexy figure of Louise in his dreams.

In the dream, she was sometimes wearing revealing bunny girl costumes, and sometimes wearing tight catwoman leather jackets, posing in a way that was inconsistent with her usual capable and decisive image.

The War Horn skill can affect the people in his command sequence and dispel abnormal psychological states, which allows Louise to get rid of the negative psychological influence, but the fact that it cannot take effect on himself has put him in the dilemma of "a doctor cannot heal himself".

Finally, distressed, he went to the Zhongsi College Hospital yesterday for a psychological assessment.

After the examination, the doctor told him that this condition was mainly caused by excessive stress and that he only needed to reasonably meet his psychological and physiological needs.

But the problem is, who can help him vent his psychological and physical needs now? Does he really have to find a prostitute?

He was extremely resistant to this matter and had no choice but to vent his vigorous energy or divert his attention by practicing with a dummy.

Suddenly, the door of the practice room was pushed open.

"I knew you were here." A tall, strong woman wearing a red beret and with bandages on both palms walked in.

"Instructor Valina? Long time no see."

Maybe she has been too busy lately, or maybe she wants to grow her hair longer, her hair is not as short as when I first met her. She even tied a short braid at the back of her head, which adds a bit of femininity to her.

"No, we met last time."

"Last time?" Horatio thought for a moment, "The loyal Red Beret in the mansion was you?"

"Our company and the Abyssal Harbor Military Supervisory Bureau were recruited by the Inquisitor of the Holy Hammer Order."

She threw her Storm Sergeant's coat elegantly, flipped over nimbly, stepped onto the ring, and walked in front of Horatio.

"Fighting with a dummy is not as fun as fighting with a real person. Come, let me see if your skills have become rusty during this period of time." Valina took a stance, holding her breath and concentrating. When she inhaled, her abdomen revealed a proud vest line, like a wild lioness.

"Then please give me your guidance, Instructor Valina." Horatio hadn't called her by this title for a long time, just like he sometimes missed calling Louise "Team Leader".

As soon as she finished speaking, Valina swept her leg high and Horatio retreated swiftly. The tall woman took advantage of the situation and changed her tactics, moving her lower body closer, gathering strength with her upper body, and then she threw three punches in succession at his chest, face, and neck.

Horatio blocked two punches, kicked his legs, dodged the third punch, and threw a swift uppercut at Valina.

Valina squeezed her left arm down, tensing the muscles of her forearms and forearms to block the blow, then hooked her right hand over his thigh and pounced on him with her own weight, knocking Horatio to the ground.

The two quickly entered the stage of ground fighting.

They were like two entangled loaches, tumbling on the ring. Both of them tried their best and used all their skills on the battlefield, but they also controlled their strength, being careful not to really hurt the other.

After Valina dragged Horatio into a fight on the ground, she tried to use her arms to pry his thighs apart, pressuring his body to exert force and forcing him to beg for mercy and surrender.

But after experiencing many battles, his body had become more agile than Valina had imagined. Seeing that the situation was not good, he did a "death roll" and turned around to clamp Valina's head with his thighs.

Her face flushed as she was trapped. She gritted her teeth and used her amazing arm strength as a Catachan to force his thighs apart.

This process made Horatio feel a tingling sensation in his hip ligaments, and he had to hit her shoulder directly with his knee. Then the two of them rolled on the ground again, and this time Horatio changed from the bottom position to the top position.

But professional fighters are always more professional. Valina quickly pinned him down with even more sophisticated skills. She deftly used her limbs to lock him in place and flipped him over, pressing him face down. "It looks like you're going to lose."

"It's not over yet."

Horatio forced himself to stand up, hugged Valina's strong thighs with his arms, and rolled sideways. Now both of them were holding each other's thighs.

If they exert force at the same time, the pain from breaking bones and ligaments would make both of them suffer a lot afterwards.

"Hmph, it looks like a draw. Did you enjoy the fight? If not, let's play another one."

"Why don't you get out of the way first... I'm feeling a little pain from being pressed down..." Horatio gasped and shouted helplessly.

Valina felt like she was pressing down on something that was beating continuously.

"It seems that you sometimes expose a fatal weakness." She snorted and stood up slightly, moving away from the thing that she almost broke with her arm.

No wonder he acted as if he was weakened despite such a good opportunity just now. It turned out that his weak spot was inadvertently poked by her elbow.

Horatio lay in the ring, breathing heavily with relief.

"I've read your psychological assessment report. Given your current physical and mental state, it's very dangerous for you to go into battle with those cultists. Forcing yourself to go into battle will likely lead to your failure in this operation.

You have been suppressed by the high-pressure mission for too long, which has caused you to be distracted and unable to concentrate. In the battle, this may lead to fatal mistakes, or even worse, you may be tempted by the enemy and fall because of your mental vacillation. "

As a senior sergeant who had killed countless heretics, Valina could tell at a glance that his current condition was not suitable for carrying out subsequent tasks.

"Maybe. I'm really tired lately and feel uncomfortable everywhere." Horatio sighed, "But we don't have much time left."

"Take it easy and don't push yourself too hard. This is a task for the entire team and you can't finish it by yourself. Otherwise, what are we doing?

In order to prevent you from being corrupted by lust, and considering that you are my proudest student, as your instructor, I will help you deal with this matter."

Suddenly, he felt something, took a deep breath, and immediately tried to sit up, but his waist and abdomen were being pressed down by Valina, and he couldn't get up at all.

……

Although the anti-stress drill manual published by the Ministry of Military Affairs did not explicitly state these things, it hinted at a lot of related content in the text with obscure methods, and expressed that "officers should not be too strict in controlling the private lives of frontline officers and soldiers" unless this problem would cause trouble.

Yes, the Imperial Army does have a stress-resistant manual, which records many simple ways to help mortal soldiers on the front lines relieve shell shock, depression, insomnia, Parkinson's disease, physical distress and other battlefield problems.

In theory, all mortal officers and soldiers in the empire must study this manual.

Especially for those elite troops who often carry out life-threatening missions, such as Imperial Naval Aviation pilots, Loyal Stormtroopers, etc., maintaining these valuable military assets still requires scientific methods.

After several "contests", the scenery outside the window has changed from the setting sun to a starry sky.

"Um... cough cough." Sergeant Major Valina took off the bandage on her palm despite the soreness in her muscles. She wiped off the sweat and other liquids from the corners of her lips, face and body, and said, "I'm sorry, this is my first time operating, so I'm a little rusty. I hope I didn't hurt you with my teeth just now."

"Uh... uh... ha... don't worry about it, Instructor Valina, I'm fine."

Horatio had just come back to his senses after his soul left his body, and he looked a little embarrassed at this moment, but after his energy was completely released, he was indeed refreshed, and it felt that his previous clear mind had returned all of a sudden.

"I used to think that everyone was like me, that they could vent everything through fighting, without any other means. I even felt ashamed of such behavior, thinking it was hypocritical and weak.

Until one day, when I went to see my roommate in the lower bunk, she was in the drill room and saw us in this scene. She said she was relieving stress with her fellow soldiers in the killing team because they were going to carry out a mission tomorrow. "

"What did you do after that?"

"Then I beat her up before she entered the crucial next stage, and the man did the same."

"Uh... As expected of you."

“But now I think about it a little bit regretful.”

"Ok?"

"She died on the second day of the airborne mission. The shuttle was blown up by anti-aircraft fire, and the entire team was killed. She died without having experienced her first time.

When I was packing up her belongings, I realized that just because I didn't have something I desperately needed didn't mean that other comrades didn't have it.

Since then, whenever I see my men doing this kind of thing, I will turn a blind eye and not disturb them, so that they will have one less regret before they die in battle."

"That's a sad story," Horatio sighed.

In this damn dark and cruel world, the only thing mortals can enjoy is to find joy in misery and a little comfort while they are alive. After all, they may not be at peace even after death, as their souls may be tortured by demons and never be reborn.

Valina let out a long breath and said:
"How do you feel now?"

"Thank you, Chief, I feel much better now and am more focused. I think I can finally get a good night's sleep instead of waking up in the middle of the night.

By the way, I think you didn’t come here just to have a fight with me this time.”

"Of course." After tidying up her sweat-soaked clothes, Valina picked up her coat from the elastic fence of the ring, took out a letter from her pocket and threw it to Horatio.

"A military supervisor asked me to bring you an urgent secret letter, saying that it might contain something you need very much. You should know that person."

However, Valina obviously did not know the deep relationship between Military Supervisor Farida and Horatio, otherwise she might not have gone beyond the relationship between the two as instructor and student today.

Horatio raised his body, slowly opened the letter, and looked at the information on it. After scanning it, his eyes lit up.

Valina saw that he had forgotten to clean up his unseemly appearance and was concentrating on reading the letter. She snorted, put on her coat in a cool manner, and walked out the door. Before leaving, she turned her head and raised the corner of her lips: "Keep going, my most proud student."

The tall woman put her red beret back on and headed for the door.

Before leaving, she suddenly thought of something and turned around and said:

"Before you leave, remember to clean up the ring."

(End of this chapter)