“Platoon Leader… Mira… Platoon Leader Mira?” Han Qingyu called, unable to shake off the inexplicable feeling that her demeanor was off. 

Her behavior was somewhat reminiscent of that day at the reservoir, after she had taken off the clothes she was wearing over her bikini. She stood there with her head tilted, and her hands crossed over her chest in a pose that appeared innocent but was definitely deliberate.

Obviously, she was in her combat uniform, but the form-fitting cut of the uniform admittedly showed off Mira’s enviable assets rather well—perhaps too well.

“Huh?” Mira finally acknowledged him after a few blank seconds.

“This,” Han Qingyu said with an innocent expression. He tilted his head back to peer at her from his seat and pointed at himself. “The ports, do I connect them all?”

“Ah, that’s right. This is the biggest improvement of the ninth-generation device—unified activation. Even we veterans had to go through retraining on it early this morning,” Mira explained in a rush. After all, she still used the eighth-generation devices herself.

With his questions cleared up, Han Qingyu quickly followed the others in suiting up, putting on the device and connecting the ports to his...