I love you, I won't kill you

Lieutenant Rebecca Rogers, an honor graduate of the Naval Academy, does not understand what her friend Victoria thinks.On his first day at Whitingfield Air Base, he took the initiative to make friends with a young female officer whose identity and details were not clear.Anyway, from her point of view, this female officer with short black hair seemed to be nothing special.

While enjoying the dinner at the base, he asked the male student of the Naval Academy next to him, "Hey, do you know who the female officer opposite Victoria is?"

The male classmate glanced at Amanda, shrugged and said, "I don't know. But you can find out from the teacher."

Rebecca rolled her eyes at the male classmate angrily, and continued to say to the other students on the long dining table, "If any of you know that female pilot student, I'll give him a $20 tip."

"Wow, Rebecca, you are so generous! Uh...I don't want your tip, as long as you agree to go on a date with me." A medium-sized male student sitting diagonally across from the table made a wisecrack.

"Want to date me? No problem. As long as you are free to land the F/A-18 on the USS George Washington." Rebecca said nonsense, dismissing the boring boys' boring questions.

At this time, a male student sitting on the outermost side of the dining table suddenly said, "Hmph, Second Lieutenant Rebecca Rogers, you want to defeat the miracle worker in Whitingfield? You'd better think clearly about what you should do to surpass her." !"

"Hello, I am Ensign Victoria Cranston." Victoria said enthusiastically.

"Amanda McLaren, Second Lieutenant of the Marine Corps." Amanda smiled slightly and said something.

"Victoria, what a beautiful name! Can I buy you a beer?" Lieutenant Cooper said with a smile on the other side of the table.

"I'm sorry! I don't want to be another person in your bed before I officially wear the pilot's 'Gold Wing' badge!" Victoria replied rudely.

Amanda laughed happily, "Kenny, are you deflated again this time?"

A relationship between women can be as simple as it is Rebecca's.Victoria blinked curiously, "God, you're a marine? Wow, that's really cool!"

"Hehe, really? Do you think I'm cool?" Amanda seemed to see a trace of admiration in Victoria's eyes.

Victoria nodded and said with a smile, "My impression is that Marines are all cool 200-pound guys with M16A2s in their hands and Humvees with .0.50-inch Browning heavy machine guns. car, wearing designer sunglasses, chewing gum and conquering the world.”

"Hahaha, marines don't go to buy designer sunglasses, that's the personal preference of the army's anti-terrorist forces." Amanda explained with a relaxed smile.

"They can have it, why can't you? Mike, I support you!" Victoria said seriously.

"Uh...Victoria, you should call me Amanda. If you keep calling me Mike, maybe I will treat you like a man." When Amanda spoke, she deliberately glanced at the opposite person who had finished dinner. Lieutenant Cooper.

Lieutenant Cooper quickly yelled, "Mike, don't stare at me. Whether it's flying skills, physical fitness or shooting skills, you are simply better than men!"

This made Victoria surprised again, "Amanda, is what he said true?"

Amanda tidied up her plate, utensils and food crumbs, and said nonchalantly, "Uh...that's not exactly the case, but he was right in some places."

When the three of them stood up with their finished plates, Rebecca with a charming smile walked over with her hands behind her back, walking gracefully.He smiled and said to Amanda, "Hi, Second Lieutenant Amanda McLaren, is that you?"

"I'm sorry. Lieutenant, please let me go!" After Amanda finished speaking calmly, she carried the dinner plate and walked towards the plate recycling place.

"Amanda, what are you going to do?" Victoria asked hastily.

"Uh...I'm going to deal with the extra calories." Amanda finished, picking up her pace.

"Hey, pretty ladies, I still have something to do first." After Lieutenant Cooper said something politely, he planned to catch up with Amanda and ask in detail about all kinds of aerobatics that should be paid attention to or need to be resolved. "chisel".

Victoria was walking beside Rebecca, and what she couldn't understand was that Rebecca didn't lose her temper because of Amanda's attitude.After thinking for a few seconds, he asked softly, "Rebecca, are you... all right?"

As Rebecca walked out of the restaurant, she smiled and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Tell me, you just learned about her."

When returning to the dormitory from the officers’ dining room, Amanda glanced at the intoxicating glow in the sky outside the window, frowned and thought, “Damn woman, I can’t concentrate on getting rid of the chisel. Well, let’s go to the runway first Run a few laps and talk."

As soon as he spoke, he stood in front of the window and reached out to pull the zipper at the neckline of the one-piece flight suit. With a "wow", Amanda took off the upper body of the flight suit to her waist.At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Damn it, which damned bastard it is!" Amanda muttered and walked quickly to the door, and opened the door.

"Hi, we didn't bother you, did we?" Victoria inadvertently glanced at Amanda's chest as she spoke.

With only a tight tank top and a black lace bra on her upper body, Amanda smiled and shrugged and said, "It's okay, at least I'm not going to the airport runway yet."

"You want to go to the gym? Okay, can we go together?" Rebecca asked softly.

"Uh... of course. Do you need a change? I can wait for you."

"Okay, we'll come to you in five minutes." Victoria and Rebecca walked towards the next room.

When Amanda was about to close the door, Victoria came back and whispered in her ear, "Do you know that you are very sexy? Hehe, I mean your tattoo!"

"Thank you, I know." Amanda smiled helplessly, and closed the door smoothly.

Minutes later, the two Victorians showed up in Amanda's room, dressed in pure white Naval Academy summer tracksuits.Rebecca stared at the fully armed woman in front of her in amazement, "My God! Amanda, are you going to run in this outfit??"

Special combat boots for the Marine Corps, desert combat pants, tactical vests, and Kevlar bulletproof helmets, Amanda put all these things on in just a few minutes.Of course, there are also large rocks found near the airport, which she also put into various pockets of the tactical vest.

"Yeah, I learned it from other boys when I was in the Marine Corps. Believe me, this method really works!" Amanda said with a smile before putting on the gas mask.

Victoria opened her mouth even more, and asked curiously, "This is impossible, did you bring all the marines' stuff to the naval base?"

"Not all, some things are borrowed from the armory here. Alright, ladies, let's go!" Amanda, wearing a gas mask, walked to the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Rebecca's eyes were wide open, and she walked out of the door in disbelief, thinking, "God, do I have to be a marine to surpass her?"

Victoria glanced at her, "Rebecca, are you ready? If you want to surpass her, you have to do this."

"Hey, ladies, do it! Do it!" Amanda yelled, running downstairs first.

At this time, her mood is pleasant, comfortable or free.Despite not having the Marines' M4A1 carbines in hand, Whitingfield's comfort was unmatched by the "hell training" at Barris Island.

"God! This guy is crazy!" Rebecca said while running.

"The marines who graduated from the hell training camp on Balis Island should be like this!" Victoria's tone was full of curiosity about Balis Island.

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