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Chapter 673 -66 Regrets? Burden? No One Is Sure!_2

Everything seemed as usual, but Jason, with his extraordinary perception, keenly detected a hint of coldness in Cortana’s tone. She didn’t glance at the coffee on the table but spoke in a formal manner,

"Master Chief, your enhanced elite Mjolnir armor has arrived, please sign for it, and input your fingerprint and voice,” Cortana said as she took out an object resembling a car key, along with the documents to be signed, and placed them in front of Jason.

After examining the documents and confirming there were no errors, Jason signed the paperwork.

"Cortana, has something happened?”

Jason asked as he handed the documents to his female aide.

"No,”

...

Was Cortana’s reply.

But just a second later, the female aide spoke again.

"Master Chief, please be mindful of your image,”

"Although you are a non-staff personnel, you should still take a stand.”

Hearing Cortana’s words, Jason grew even more perplexed.

What had happened?

Had he done something inappropriate?

"Exactly what happened?”

Unable to figure it out, Jason asked directly.

He then saw Cortana’s cheeks suddenly flush red, and her entire being became slightly agitated as she stood up, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but then the female aide closed her mouth again.

Cortana sat back down on the couch.

Her expression tried to remain calm.

But beneath the surface, her emotions were rippling endlessly.

She wanted to say something, but she realized she had no grounds to say anything at all.

Should she admit that she had feelings for Jason?

Disallow Jason from interacting with other women?

That was utterly nonsensical.

Moreover, their relationship was originally that of a liaison officer and a Master Chief.

Damn it!

She was the first one there!

The female aide thought to herself, her annoyance inadvertently rising, but she suppressed her anger, kept a stern face, and said in a formulaic tone, “One week from now, the Kirin will head back into space; among those accompanying it will be veterans returning from ground-based healing and the first batch of recruits — this was the main content of our previous meeting, we need to use existing methods to inspire the remaining new recruits.” ɽ𝒶ΝȫBÊS̈

"Is the situation on the moon that bad?”

Jason asked.

Although Cortana didn’t spell it out, this urgent ‘inspiration’ had already given Jason a sense of an unusual atmosphere.

"Yes,”

Cortana nodded after a moment of hesitation.

There were some things she couldn’t hide from Jason.

With Jason’s ‘Ship Slayer’ status, it wouldn’t be hard to understand these matters.

"After a brief period of calm, the ‘Sabie Aliens’ have begun a large-scale assault on the moon’s surface. It seems they want to avenge their previous failed plan on Earth. Not only have they deployed three full battle fleets to bombard the moon, but in the past three days, they have air-dropped at least ten thousand soldiers daily, attacking the bunkers around the moon base without regard for losses,”

"Our defense system built around the bunkers is being eroded swiftly; without reinforcements, the entire moon base’s defense system will collapse within two weeks, and then the moon base will be directly exposed to the enemy’s main fleet artillery. Therefore, reinforcement within two weeks is imperative, and it must come with extremely high morale!”

As Cortana spoke, her face turned somber.

Jason too remained silent.

High morale could be had in a short period of time.

But what about training?

Without prolonged training, how could one possibly become a qualified soldier?

Just two weeks of training?

They likely wouldn’t have even completed basic tactical training, right?

No!

Perhaps even less time.

From that night up to now had been a week, and for many recruits, just getting from recruitment to the military camp took at least half a day. In another week, the first batch of recruits would be following the Kirin to the moon base.

This boarding would probably allow for a half-day.

Simplifying it, these recruits had at most received 13 days of training.

“13 days of training

"Is that enough?”

Jason asked softly.

Cortana did not respond.

The answer was obvious.

According to the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’s’ assessment standards for a soldier, transitioning from a civilian to a qualified recruit requires at least a 12-week adaptation period and a 22-week training period.

A full cycle would take 34 weeks.

But 13 days?

Perhaps just enough time to learn how to pull a trigger.

"The 300 Spartans from the ground will also be part of the mission.”

Cortana stated.

"All of them?”

Jason inquired.

"Yes, all of them,”

Cortana nodded.

Then, the female aide stood up again.

She had no time to linger here.

"General McCaul hopes you will attend when the Kirin launches,”

Cortana said before leaving.

Of course, there was something Cortana didn’t say.

She would also head to the lunar base with the Kirin vessel, in her capacity as the Kirin’s contact officer with ground forces.

That was the outcome of last night’s meeting.

She would not tell Jason.

It was a decision she had made long ago.

And it didn’t change for any reason.

Just like now when, before boarding the helicopter, she turned to look at Jason, her lips slightly parted, ultimately saying nothing.

The helicopter took off.

Cortana sat in the back row.

"Commander, some things should be said.”

The pilot, Crow, said calmly.

"What difference would it make if they were said?”

Avi, another subordinate sitting by the side, countered.

"At least there won’t be any regrets.”

Crow responded.

"Regrets or burdens, have you figured out which is which?”

Avi shrugged, clearly unconvinced.

Cortana didn’t speak; she turned her head, looking at the ground now a considerable distance away.

From this vantage point, Jason almost looked like a stick figure; Cortana raised her hand and touched the small Jason through the window with her fingertip.

There was no warmth.

Only the cold and hardness of the glass.

And then, the distance grew even further.

Jason turned from a stick figure into a small black dot.

The female deputy officer sighed softly.

"Regret and burden, who can really tell the difference.”

The helicopter flew away.

From the ground, it was completely out of sight; Jason lowered his head and walked toward the container.

John and the others had already been waiting there.

"Open it?”

Seeing the approaching Jason, McCaul couldn’t help but ask.

Jason raised his hand and pressed the switch Cortana had given him.

Click!

A sound immediately came from inside the container, followed by an automatic opening of one of the doors.

"Wow!”

Brian and McCaul exclaimed out loud.

Even John showed surprise on his face.

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Inside the container stood an armor about 2.5 meters tall, with a black paint job and laden with weapons.

A shoulder cannon was mounted on the right shoulder of the armor.

Twelve sleek missiles were clustered on the left shoulder.

The forearms had rotating barrel holes reminiscent of a Gatling gun.

There were dark hollows in the palms, and the armor on the thighs revealed large grenades when opened, with a massive shotgun on the back.

"A weapon of mass destruction!”

John commented.

"Are those palm hollows flamethrowers?”

Brian speculated.

"Jason, how can we get our hands on armor like this!”

McCaul asked directly.

Then, John and the others noticed that their friend standing to the side seemed to have a hint of disappointment on his face.

The disappointment was fleeting.

John and the others subconsciously thought it was an illusion.

After all, with such outstanding armor there, how could Jason possibly be disappointed?

They must have seen wrong.

"Merits.”

Jason answered McCaul.

McCaul was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

He didn’t want to go back.

Jason, however, walked past the three of them to the front of the Mjolnir Elite model, and the disappointment on his face became more and more apparent.

It wasn’t that the Mjolnir Elite model wasn’t good enough.

It could fly and dive, and it had enough firepower—all of that was excellent.

But…

It couldn’t eat!

Initially, Jason had guessed that the Mjolnir Elite model might be like the ‘Sabie Aliens’ ships, that they could eat, but reality was cruel.

Satiety: 65.

Glancing at the satiety level, Jason couldn’t help but frown.

He felt he needed to think of other ways.

Perhaps…