Chapter 1370
Damn Report
Post-war reports and the like.
That's not something anyone else needs to worry about.
In the command room, Cui Ming sat at the table, with a thick stack of battle reports and loss assessment forms piled up in front of him.
His fingers tapped on the keyboard, and lines of data scrolled across the screen, from casualty statistics to ammunition consumption, from aircraft damage to battlefield cleanup progress—each item required his personal review and signature.
In fact, everyone is well aware of the scale of this type of large-scale war...
The follow-up reports will be a huge hassle!
"Damn report..."
Cui Ming rubbed his temples, picked up the now-cold tea and took a sip, his brows furrowed tightly.
The numbers that popped up on the screen made his eyelids twitch.
EDF's ammunition consumption alone filled three pages, not even including the costs of aircraft repair and battlefield reconstruction.
The good news is that the threat from the Lightning Man has temporarily ended.
The nests in the ionosphere have been uprooted, and the Gazorts have been completely wiped out. There's no need to worry about them coming down to cause trouble for at least six months.
"Boss, you're really having a tough time."
Cui Ming turned his head.
It's a gold mark.
The newly made weapon robot stood in the doorway, its square metal body gleaming with a dark golden luster under the light. The sensors on its head blinked, as if it were examining the mountain of documents on the table.
"Your AI is quite intelligent."
Cui Ming put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and glanced at the golden mark.
"Because EDF discovered that our AI is perfect for preventing enemy AI like Mary Sue."
Golden Mark's voice carried a uniquely ironic quality characteristic of electronic synthesized voices, and the robotic arm shrugged, its movements surprisingly revealing a touch of humanity.
"Alright, you did a good job in this operation."
Cui Ming nodded and turned his attention back to the screen.
"Thank you for the compliment, boss. By the way, Sister Kaina asked me to give this to you."
The armor plate on the abdomen of the golden Mark slid open, and a mechanical arm extended, holding an electronic list and handing it to Cui Ming.
Cui Ming took the list and glanced at it.
Weapon purchase list.
The top is densely packed with various equipment and modification items, from new beam cannons to additional armor plates, from thruster upgrade packs to spare ammunition bays, you name it.
"Why doesn't she do it herself?"
Cui Ming raised an eyebrow and slid his finger across the list.
"I'm mainly afraid of being scolded by you."
The sensor on the gold-plated mark flashed, and there was a hint of schadenfreude in his voice.
Cui Ming continued reading, his brows furrowing more and more as he read.
"Why am I even going to complain about this... Damn! She's adding her own agenda again? Isn't she worried about affecting mobility with all that weaponry?!"
His finger hovered over the last column of the list, which was marked in red: "Additional Armament: Triple Beam Cannon x4, External Missile Pods x2, Melee Combat Claws x6".
Cui Ming slammed the list on the table with a dull thud.
“Tell Kaina that the Yukikaze is a high-speed reconnaissance aircraft, not an aerial fortress! With so much weaponry, how slow does she plan to fly? Is she going to be a target?!”
The robotic arm of the Golden Mark retracted into its abdomen, and the sensor flashed at a slightly faster frequency.
"...I knew she'd get yelled at. I've put the list here, boss, you can take your time approving it. I'm outta here."
After saying that, the golden mark turned around and moved towards the door, its metallic footsteps making a clattering sound on the ground, moving at a speed that seemed beyond the capabilities of its bulky body.
Cui Ming watched the hastily fleeing figure, then looked down at the list and sighed.
"...None of them are easy to deal with."
There will be a press conference following the battle with the Lightning Man.
Cui Ming was entrusted with this matter to Ju Jianhui.
He sat in the chair in the command room, a thick stack of post-war reports piled up in front of him, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound.
Then she looked up at Megumi Kijima, who was standing at the door. "You go to the press conference."
His tone was flat, as if he were giving an order for something as ordinary as a daily task.
Megumi crossed her arms, her lips twitching.
She didn't want to go either.
But who told her that her own man had given her this task?
She sighed, lowered her arm, walked over to Cui Ming, and patted his shoulder.
"Why can't you go by yourself? Last time you took a gun, and it worked quite well."
Her voice carried a hint of teasing, but more than anything, it was filled with helplessness.
Cui Ming picked up his teacup expressionlessly and took a sip.
"I need to write a report."
"..."
Looking at the mountain of documents on the table and then at Choi Myung's expressionless face, Kijimae could only nod resignedly.
"Okay, I'll go."
She turned and walked toward the door, her steps heavier than usual.
The press conference site.
Megumi Kijima sat in the center of the press conference table, with the TPC logo and a simplified diagram of the operation behind her.
The audience was filled with reporters, and flashes of light went off constantly, but no one made a loud noise, no one raised their hand to interrupt, and there were very few people even whispering to each other.
The entire venue was eerily quiet.
Fortunately, these reporters are all normal people.
The questions they asked were conventional, such as "What are the casualties in the battle?", "What are the follow-up defense measures?", and "Do the people need to continue to take refuge?". Not one of them dared to ask suicidal questions like "Why wasn't there prior notice?" or "Does the no-fly order violate human rights?"
Ju Jianhui answered calmly and appropriately, her voice steady and her thoughts clear.
After all, a lot of the abnormal ones were destroyed by Cui Ming.
She looked at the trembling faces below the stage and thought to herself.
Last time, Cui Ming brought a gun to a press conference and shot the most provocative reporter on the spot—although that guy was later proven to be an undercover agent bought by a hostile force, the bloody deterrent effect was enough for all media professionals to remember for life.
There's a saying circulating in the press these days: Going to a TPC press conference is fine, but don't be a fool.
"Captain Kijimae, may I ask why Mr. Choi Myung is not present?"
A young reporter cautiously raised his hand, his voice so soft it sounded like he was testing the waters.
Kijima smiled slightly, her gaze falling on the reporter's face, her tone gentle yet exuding an undeniable authority.
"He is very busy dealing with postwar affairs. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly, and I can speak on behalf of TPC."
There was silence in the audience, and then the reporters all lowered their heads and continued taking notes.
No one dared to ask any further questions.
After the press conference, Megumi Kijima walked backstage, leaned against the wall, and let out a long sigh of relief.
Cui Ming appeared at the end of the corridor at some point, holding a thermos in his hand.
"Thanks for your hard work."
His voice was deep, and he walked over with steady steps.
Jujian Hui rolled her eyes at him, took the thermos, and took a sip.
"Next time, you have to do it yourself. I'm not going to clean up your mess."
"it is good."
Cui Ming nodded, and the corners of his mouth seemed to turn up slightly for a moment.
Seeing his matter-of-fact attitude, Megumi shook her head helplessly and shoved the thermos back into his hand.
"Let's go home for dinner." (End of Chapter)