The female medics were gathered around two or three male soldiers, their faces full of cheerful smiles.
"Hawkeye, Flying Eagle Company just got special approval for a Little Gazelle helicopter this time. Can you show it to us sometime?" One of the female medics grinned and looked up at a tall, cool-looking male soldier.
"Yeah! I heard that Little Gazelle helicopter is what Deputy Commander Su wanted most, and it looks super impressive in the air! Plus, your Flying Eagle Company has crushed Knife-Edge Company several times in a row—no wonder Deputy Commander Su isn't happy." Another female medic covered her mouth and giggled.
They chatted and laughed, their eyes full of admiration as they looked at Hawkeye.
"That Little Gazelle was actually a reward from the last exercise, not a special approval. But if you want to see it, that's fine—when we have time, we'll take you for a look." Firehawk Felix Huo, another Flying Eagle Company soldier standing nearby, laughed heartily, sounding bold and generous.
"If he's unhappy, that's his own problem. His soldiers are all like soft-shelled shrimp—how could he possibly be happy?" Hawkeye snorted coldly.
Hawkeye was the top fighter in all of Flying Eagle Company, even stronger than Ray "Thunderhawk" Lei. Ever since he enlisted, his record had been dazzling, and he’d aced every test, with high-level officers already eyeing him as a future Tiger Special Forces elite.
Right now, his gaze shifted to the track. When he spotted Frank Xu and the others running, his eyes turned slightly cold.
The people next to him followed Hawkeye’s line of sight and looked over as well.
"Those losers from Knife-Edge Company are really pushing themselves, huh? They've been running since just now. How many laps are they planning to do? Do they really think cramming at the last minute will let them beat my Flying Eagle Company?" Firehawk said with open disdain.
Before he finished, Woodhawk Will Mu chimed in sarcastically, "How is this last-minute cramming? They obviously came prepared. Didn't our Thunderhawk get screwed over by their Deputy Commander Su?"
"It's been days and he's still not fully recovered. If this affects the next team exercise or solo contest, then Deputy Commander Su might actually have a shot to turn things around."
As soon as Firehawk and Woodhawk finished, the female medics nearby all frowned in unison, faces full of indignation. "I know about this! Thunderhawk came to our station for a checkup—the outside looked fine, but his qi and blood were badly damaged. It's probably internal injuries!"
"Deputy Commander Su really went too far on this one—doing anything just to win is a bit much!"
Most of these female medics were from the medical squad, each of them pretty-faced and dissatisfied, standing up for Thunderhawk.
"So what? In all of Flying Eagle Company, the only one worth watching is Frank Xu. The rest are useless, no matter how many you bring."
Hawkeye gave a cold laugh, then strode straight toward the track.
The others quickly followed after Hawkeye.
Hawkeye walked up to the edge of the track, watching Frank Xu and the others running laps inside.
Frank Xu also noticed Hawkeye standing at the edge of the field.