EROS [Zerg]

After helping the female soldiers move the medicine, the four interns were taken away by the military departments of Gemini Alpha.

Eros, as a military mechanic, was highly sought after. It was only through Freya's connection with Eugene that he managed to get Eros into their unit.

Eros was assigned a brand-new military uniform by Freya and followed behind him to familiarize himself with the place where he would be staying for the next six months.

Freya was very enthusiastic and kept introducing him to the various tasks of the military.

Finally, he took Eros to the maintenance room.

A female insect dressed in dark blue overalls sat in the maintenance room. When she saw Freya bring Eros in, she stood up from her seat with some confusion.

"Freya, who did you bring?" Bro peered at Eros standing behind Freya. After seeing Eros's appearance, he was somewhat surprised and reached past Freya to grab Eros's insect claw: "My God, what a beautiful little female insect!"

“Watch your behavior, Bro.” Freya looked at Bro: “This is our squad’s field intern this year. His name is Eros, and he is also a military mechanic like you.”

"A military mechanic?" When Blow heard Fry mention that Eros was a military mechanic, his interest visibly increased.

"Freya, you're really something! I never expected you to bring me a helper." Bro's insect claw patted Freya's shoulder, his face beaming with joy. "You know I'm swamped every day, and right now I need a helper the most!"

Freya had heard Bro say this countless times: "I'm sick of hearing you say it again."

"So this intern is now mine?"

"Hmph, you wish." Freya sneered, "He'll only stay here for two months. For the remaining four months, I'll send him to the operations department, logistics department, and research and development department."

After saying that, Freya turned to Eros and said, "His name is Bro, and he is the only military mechanic in our unit. From today onwards, he will be responsible for guiding you through a series of tasks in the maintenance department."

"Here you can get your hands on all kinds of weapons that are actually used on the battlefield today, which is much more interesting than what you read about in books."

Bro felt that Freya was talking too much, so he quickly interrupted, "Alright, alright, why do you need to say all this nonsense? You'll naturally know if you follow me."

"Alright then, he's in your hands. You better take good care of him, or you'll be in big trouble."

"I've never had a good time following you."

Eros stood to the side, watching the two female insects bicker, unable to discern whether their relationship was good or bad.

After Freya left, Bro called Eros to his side, saying, "Freya thinks highly of you. You can tell from how attentive he is that he really wants you to stay in the Sixth Star System."

Eros was surprised. "But this is only my first day in the Sixth Star System. Commander Freya doesn't even know what kind of bug I am, so why would he want me to stay?"

"Haha, that's what I thought when I was recruited. I felt like I didn't deserve such attentive treatment from these superiors." When Blo heard Eros's question, he suddenly found it very coincidental and very interesting.

"Not only are you naturally attractive, but military mechanics are highly sought after in the market, and you're so young to have become one. You're clearly no ordinary insect."

Eros blushed deeply at Brock's compliment, saying, "You flatter me too much."

“In our line of work, the worst thing you can do is be overly modest.” Blow shook his head: “You can’t get anything done if you’re too modest.”

"Come on, since you're here, don't just sit around, come with me to inspect those big guys."

Eros followed Bro to the deck where the fighter jets were parked.

“These fighter jets can only be put into the armory after they have been inspected.” Bro put on gloves and began to inspect the fighter jets one by one.

Eros followed Bro, watching him open the hood to inspect the fighter jet's wiring, and then use instruments to check if any unauthorized equipment had been installed on the aircraft.

Bro's technique was so skilled that he could inspect a fighter jet in just over ten minutes.

Eros was impressed by this level of proficiency, and inwardly lamented that he was not good enough, at least not to that extent.

"Come and try."

After demonstrating twice to Eros, Blow stepped aside to let Eros inspect the fighter jets behind him.

Eros showed no sign of stage fright. He picked up his tools and recalled the method that Blow had just taught him. Before long, he successfully inspected a fighter jet.

“Thirty-two star divisions.” Blo read out the time Eros used. He was surprised that this seemingly unremarkable female insect was actually quite talented.

“Very good,” Blow agreed.

“But I’m still far behind you.” Eros was still not satisfied with this speed.

Bro looked at Eros's unusually serious expression, which seemed less like humility and more like self-reproach. "Tsk, if someone as new as you can beat me, I'll throw away my employee badge and resign right now."

"Practice it." As soon as Blow finished speaking, the instrument in Eros's hand emitted a faint vibration.

It was a very faint tremor, which Eros might have easily missed if he had been distracted.

Eros decided to check it again, and just as he was checking the wings of the fighter jet, the instruments in his hand began to vibrate again.

"Commander Bro, there seems to be something in here."

Bro stepped forward, bent down, and used the instrument to check again. He confirmed that there was an anomaly on the fighter jet's wing. So he took the tools and together with Eros, they carefully inspected the fighter jet's wing. Finally, Eros found a foreign object shaped like a button next to a screw at the underside of the wing.

"Do you know what this is?" Blow glanced at it and then turned to ask Eros.

Eros had never seen anything like this before, so he naturally didn't know what the purpose of this button-like object was.

“A micron-sized button bomb.” Blow took a pair of special gloves from his toolbox and removed the button bomb directly from the wing.

Eros watched in horror. If the micron-sized button bomb were to explode, half of this deck would probably be blown away. And Bro actually went to pick it up while wearing gloves!

Blow held the bomb in his palm, and with a "bang," a wisp of white smoke billowed out from his special glove.

Looking at Eros's pale face, Bro smiled and said, "The material of this glove is very special. As long as it is tightly wrapped around a bomb larger than a micrometer, its blast radius can be controlled. You will find that this is a very common occurrence once you are familiar with it."

“Check carefully, there are definitely more on the other fighter jets.” After saying that, Bro took off his gloves and handed them to Eros. “You are responsible for disarming any bombs found today.”