Before A-Bao could retort to Alma, A-Ning and the other female special forces operatives, who had been woken up by the commotion, chimed in one after another, still groggy with sleep, to snap back at Alma.
"Deputy captain, stop being so dramatic, will you? We're not on a mission right now!"
"What status do we even have left? Our mission was completed long ago! Are we not human beings?"
"Exactly, just how much have we sacrificed over this past month or more? We've fought wars our whole lives—can't we just be allowed to enjoy the simple pleasures of being women?"
"Right! We can't even get out of here now, and it won't be long before we all die in Mecheng! Before we die, can't we just be ordinary people for once?"
"Deputy captain, you're the one completely out of touch, aren't you? You were the most eager one grabbing for a spot last night, and now this morning you're doubting his identity all over again. What on earth were you even fighting for yesterday, then?"
"..."
Alma was so angry she couldn't help but laugh. She simply couldn't carry these brain-dead, love-struck teammates anymore.
Fine, whatever! Let it all burn down!
Fuming, Alma lay back down on the bed, intending to catch up on her sleep.
Sheila rolled her eyes, crawled up behind Alma, and teased with a low chuckle.
"Deputy captain, if you really doubt his identity, you shouldn't dress so promiscuously from now on. Who are you even showing that off to? I've still got our special forces uniform in my bag, do you want…
Chapter 175