Sky-cracking Rider

The paintwork on aircraft 211 looked utterly ravaged, spotty and battered as if it had just endured a brutal battle.

The actual situation was indeed so.

But the aircraft itself was without any serious harm, not even minor issues, its condition was instead quite perfect, like a brand-new turboprop aircraft.

The state of pilot-vehicle fusion allowed Chen Fei to perfectly control the turboprop aircraft, how could he possibly allow any imperfections? Trivial wear and tear, stress accumulation, and aging were automatically repaired, bringing the whole fighter jet to the state of optimal post-break-in period, every single component functioning in perfect harmony.

"The battle is over!"

Chen Fei disengaged from the pilot-vehicle fusion, handing control back to the front seat.

A 500-pound aerial bomb had just utterly consumed the remaining Pseudo-Dragon FA-143s; they chased too closely and, without exception, all got caught within the blast radius.

However, Big Bear, who had howled himself hoarse, still hadn't snapped out of it and failed to remember to firmly grip the control stick again; so the "Big Mouth Monster" flew itself, yes, that's also one of the advantages of a turboprop aircraft—it can maintain normal flight even without human control, unlike a jet fighter, which would be waiting to crash!

A whole line of "Big Mouth Monsters" followed on the right.

"What, what? The battle is over?"

Squadron Leader Chekhov Big Bear let out a sigh and reflexively took control of the whole "Big Mouth Monster," as if he had finally come to his senses.

"Yes!"

Chen Fei had barely finished speaking.

Then the voice of Deputy Squadron Leader "Devil Pepper" came through.

"'Rookie', it was you, wasn't it?"

The short-haired female deputy squadron leader guessed right away, Big Bear might be audacious, but there was no way he could reach such a level.

Only Chen Fei, this impetuous and recklessly daring young man, would go crazy to the extent of not sparing even himself.

Leopards don't change their spots!

Just like Big Bear's unchangeable bad habits!

"Ah? Haha, hahaha! Deputy Squadron Leader, you are indeed sagacious!"

Chen Fei promptly delivered his flattery.

In the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, one could offend Big Bear, but absolutely could not offend Little Chili; this short-haired girl was known to hold grudges.

Even if you offended the Big Bear Squadron Leader to death, a bottle of liquor could easily smooth things over, no matter what kind: earth-burned, sawdust-burned, corn-burned, buckwheat-burned, as long as it was alcohol, he wasn't picky at all.

"How's 'Peanut Butter'? Scared stiff, right?"

Putting herself in their shoes, "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios could also guess that Big Bear must have gotten quite a scare because even if it were her in that dramatic and violently bloody breakout just now, she'd probably wet herself from fright.

Even the thick-skinned Squadron Leader Chekhov must not have fared much better either.

After all, treating a fighter jet like a tank wasn't something a normal person could understand.

True to being a supernatural power user!

To date, employing supernatural power users as fighter pilots, not just in the Xingdu Kush Mountain Area but even among all the Aircrew Bases on Blue Star, 911 was definitely the scorpion in the cake, uniquely toxic.

Possessing two supernatural power users and two magical beasts, the Jiu Defense Company, which considered itself a small military contractor, seemed to be playing an unfair game!

Yet outsiders couldn't really complain because, up to now, the true external aid had only been that Golden-Eyed Azure-Hearted Civet; wind-type ability user Hanna Gagar was the boss, metal ability user Chen Fei awakened to his special ability only after joining 911, and the Pure Light Sparrow Xiao Jiu was literally hatched and raised right there at the base, under everyone's eyes.

If anyone else envied them, they could simply find their own supernatural power user boss, awaken their employees to abilities, and then either hatch or raise a magical beast, finally enticing a high-rank magical beast to complete the high-end combat capability plan of the Jiu Defense Company.

That's like dreaming!

If it weren't for the family business, Hanna Gagar probably wouldn't want to deal with the annoying military contractor business!

Day in and day out, not making much profit while always grappling with schemes and plots.

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The wild boar inside Chekhov finally began to settle down; after all, he was an experienced pilot with strong nerves, and he quickly regained composure just after calming down.

He turned around, and immediately started to angrily roar.

"'Rookie', what the hell are you pulling? This is a fighter jet, not a tank! You jerk!"

Big Bear would never admit that he had been scared to the point of pissing himself; fortunately, the diaper cushioned him, preventing any leakage, but even so, it was infuriating.

Chen Fei said somewhat helplessly, "Didn't I tell you to ram it, to just go for it, why didn't you listen to me?"

He and Xiao Jiu both provided double insurance to the other party, yet this outwardly tough but inwardly timid Big Bear was still as timid as a bubble, thinking a light touch would make him pop.

In high-overload maneuvers, a fighter jet really was no different from a bubble—a casual poke and it would be game over.

"That's too much, you're not allowed to pull such dangerous stunts again!"

Squadron Leader Chekhov seemed to have not fully cooled off, yet he didn't speak too harshly.

Because this infuriating "Rookie" had a department head Xiao Ming behind him, and then there was everyone's supreme superior, Boss Hanna.

Not to mention, Little Chili sometimes also backed up this "Rookie," indeed throwing a good punch.

"If we didn't do that, could we have charged out just now?"

Chen Fei's reply was nonchalant.

The propeller blades are sharpened, yet you're still timid, afraid of wolves ahead and tigers behind, truly unworthy of the great name of Big Bear.

"..."

Squadron Leader Chekhov immediately fell silent.

He was well aware of how perilous the situation had been, missing by just a hair's breadth, he could've been a goner, ready to receive his death benefits.

"'Peanut Butter,' you should thank 'Rookie'! Otherwise, do you think you'd still be alive right now?"

True to her nickname "Devil Pepper", the short-haired girl delivered a jab that hit Chekhov right in the sore spot, with precision, strength, and ruthlessness.

"'Devil Pepper' Squadron Leader, you really have an eye for things, you're absolutely correct, under your leadership, we've won yet another victory."

Chen Fei was kissing up to Irinei Rusios big time, deliberately omitting the word 'deputy' as he started the game of egging on, hitting the spot quite perfectly.

Nobody else dared to utter even half a 'no' between their teeth.

"It's always 'Rookie' who has the sweetest mouth."

As expected, "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios chuckled gleefully.

Seated in the rear, the fire control operator "Sauerkraut" Tempun Schneider was tense, damn it, "Rookie", are you trying to steal my pilot seat? Hey, I don't want to partner with that Big Bear!

Having recently arrived at Aircrew Base 911, he had already figured out the interpersonal relationships of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron. Almost none of them were serious. Squadron Leader Chekhov was drunk day in and day out, always flying drunk, openly flouting safety regulations. The deputy squadron leader was infatuated with Big Bear, always furious about Big Bear's obsession with Big Daizi, regularly exploding in jealousy and beating him up while the rest also behaved recklessly, either causing trouble or fanning flames.

Originally thinking that only Chen Fei was such an oddball, now it seemed that none of them were normal!

"Hey hey hey! I am the squadron leader!"

Chekhov was anxious, promptly declaring his leadership status.

But Chen Fei ignored him, instead continuing to speak on the comms, "I propose 'Devil Pepper' to officially become the squadron leader, how about that? Big Bear demoted to deputy squadron leader! Those in favor, raise your hand!"

Indeed, Chekhov Big Bear, only knowing Big Daizi and booze, was utterly useless. Better to have the short-haired girl without many obvious faults as the squadron leader!

"This, this isn't really appropriate!"

"Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios became unexpectedly coy.

"I agree!"

The main pilot of aircraft 216, originally "Nutmeg" Salaman Francis, the rear seat fire control operator for Irinei Rusios, suddenly voiced his agreement loudly.

This guy was also a scumbag playing both sides, despite having a wife, he secretly harbored feelings for the short-haired deputy squadron leader. Relegated to being on aircraft 216 to train newbies, he was filled with silent resentment.

Fire control operator "Braised Sauce" Jack Brown of aircraft 214 chimed in over the comms, "Eh? I agree too!"

"I also agree!"

"Seconded, 'Devil Pepper' for Squadron Leader!"

"'Devil Pepper' for Squadron Leader!"

"Agreed!"

Chen Fei was successful in starting the fire, winning unanimous approval.

Even the two new pilots could not help but vote in favor, carried away by the fervent atmosphere. They didn't want to be the odd ones out in their early days, better to follow the majority.

"Hey hey! What are you doing, a rebellion?"

The infuriated Big Bear Squadron Leader suddenly found his favorite fire control operator less appealing.

That was the kind of guy who wouldn't even spare himself!

He even dared to lay hands on the squadron leader!

"Choosing between Big Daizi and 'Devil Pepper.' Pick Big Daizi, no squadron leader. Pick 'Devil Pepper', become squadron leader. Choose one, Big Bear!"

Chen Fei truly elevated the "art" of being audacious to the level of art, leaving Chekhov itching with irritation yet completely powerless to do anything about it.

The short-haired girl, feeling comfortable with the flattery, cheerfully said, "'Rookie' asks a good question. Let's choose one over the other. What do you say, 'Peanut Butter'?"

As an adult, of course, he wanted everything!

But Comrade Chekhov was forcefully brought to the brink of a life-and-death question, and it was a tough one to answer!

The other pilots instantly became exhilarated. When else could they see Big Bear pushed to this point? A miraculous moment had arrived.

A hundred kilometers away inside Aircrew Base 911, silence reigned. The duty personnel exchanged glances, none daring to chirp at this moment. Everyone was witnessing an internal strife within the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron. Whether it was a rebellion or uprising was hard to define, but it was certainly a difficult situation to pull through.

A gentleman avenges wrongs no sooner than ten years later; a petty man avenges them from morning till night.

If you can take revenge anytime from morning till night over ten years, wouldn't that be delightful?

To avenge the grievance of being forced to confront the Dragon of Slaughter in the past, Chen Fei was feeling extremely comfortable right now.

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