Sky-cracking Rider

The runway upgrade service at Aircrew Base 911 isn't something that can be completed in just a day or two. Even with the assistance of a High-Rank Mage, the entire construction period would need at least fifteen days.

As a permanent airport, simply expanding the runway with steel plating and quick-drying cement just won't cut it.

After dropping off personnel and supplies, the medium-sized Sky Patrol Ship from the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee left soon after, as it had other tasks and couldn't afford to linger here for long.

With nearly a hundred more people suddenly at Aircrew Base 911, filling up more than half of the staff dormitory area, the whole base instantly became bustling and lively.

After receiving the bonuses, Chen Fei quickly settled his dues with Chef Abel in the canteen, even leaving Xiao Jiu in the care of the chef. He then invited his colleagues from the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron and the maintenance team, as well as some acquaintances from other departments, to take over a corner of the base's bar.

"Bring out all the wine I've got stored here first, drink up, everyone!"

Chen Fei waved his hand at the bartender behind the bar and was immediately surrounded by cheers.

The bonus of two hundred thousand Star Yuan allowed Chen Fei to be unusually generous for once.

But a poor sod in debt by millions, no matter how generous, is still just a magnanimous pauper.

He couldn't afford fine liquor, but he had plenty of homemade fruit wine.

Besides the fruits grown in the greenhouses of his small western-style building, Teacher Shen Fei's students also picked quite a lot of wild fruits for Chen Fei. If one were diligent in collecting them, the quantity would be so vast that even a large tricycle could barely contain them all.

Wild fruits have their unique flavor. After bringing them back to the western-style building, they were all made into fruit wine. Apart from the amount that could be consumed within the shelf life, the rest was distilled for purification for long-term storage. Any surplus was then sold at the base bar "Medusa's Beautiful Eyes" at reasonable prices to make some extra money. Excluding consignment fees, each month would add an additional thousand or two Star Yuan to Chen Fei's income, which wasn't too shabby.

Over time, the bar would usually have a stock of five to six hundred liters of high-proof distilled fruit wine and a small amount of low-proof wine.

This time, Chen Fei struck it rich, and instead of selling them, he decided to give them all away for drinking.

Crate after crate of wine was quickly moved out, and the shiny stainless steel bottles stood out distinctly, being much easier to replicate with Metal Elemental Psychic Power than glass bottles.

Determined in life not to let down either flying planes or Big Daizi, Squadron Leader Chekhov, with a bottle in hand, had already thrown the resentment of being duped by Chen Fei to the back of his mind and shouted jubilantly, "Thanks to 'Rookie' for the kindness, let's toast together!"

Big Bear was just this kind of person, even if you knocked him to the ground and walked over him ten thousand times, a single bottle would instantly resolve a thousand grudges, making him as amicable as a real brother.

"Cheers!"×34!

Under the bizarre lights of the bar, the stainless steel bottles were eye-catching.

Each bottle even had a carefully attached label, specifying the alcohol content and the ingredients used for brewing, such as strawberry wine, blackberry wine, and sauerkraut wine. Besides fruit wine, there was also a small amount of mead.

Those with a high alcohol tolerance picked the ones with higher proofs, those with a moderate tolerance chose the lower proofs, and some even opted for freshly brewed sweet wines.

However, Xiao Ming, the head of the maintenance team, held a glass of milk as he joined the toast.

It's hard to imagine a big muscular hulk like Chekhov, who could take a beating, having a low tolerance for alcohol. Even champagne, a drink for little women, could put him under the table, so he usually steered clear of the bar. Dragged over by Chen Fei this time, he merely asked for a large glass of milk. Drinking was out of the question, and it would be impossible for him in this lifetime.

Nobody else minded. There was only one thing to do in the bar: have a blast. As long as you were happy, what you drank was entirely up to you. There was no such thing as not fitting in, only one big group.

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"Hey, what's this drink? I want a bottle too!"

The stainless steel bottles had attracted the curiosity of some newcomers, who also asked the bartender for such drinks, wanting a taste of something new.

"There's none left, they're all over there."

The bartender shrugged helplessly, pointing to the stacks of big baskets piled high, even the baskets made of steel, each one heavy enough to kill a person. After moving them with his colleagues, his back ached and his waist was sore.

Each bottle had a capacity of half a liter, with forty-eight bottles to a basket, a total of twenty baskets amounting to nearly a thousand bottles, close to half a ton of alcohol.

Chen Fei, who was just buddying up with Squadron Leader Chekhov Big Bear, happened to see this and immediately shouted, "Help yourselves, it's free, drink till it's gone!"

Since he was being so generous, he didn't care about where it came from. Since everyone had come, they might as well join in.

The whole bar erupted with cheers at this, alcohol that's free just tastes better.

The bartender looked helpless, his earnings for the night gone to waste.

Fortunately, the boss was Boss Hana, who wouldn't fuss over it with Chen Fei—had it been someone else, they might have felt like kicking out all these people who took up space without buying drinks.

"Aoaoao, aoaoao, KUMA!"

After downing two bottles of fruit wine, not sure if it was 60+ or 70+ degrees, Squadron Leader Chekhov was getting tipsy. He grabbed another bottle and, blowing on it, began to step in the Seven Stars stance, chanting "Supreme Elder Lord's edict rushes like a decree" while his face turned red and his neck thickened as he started to wiggle—it wasn't a war dance, no, a bear dance, with his big butt arching provocatively.

"Oh yeah, Big Daizi, come join me!"

Vice Squadron Leader "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios, who was arm-wrestling several girls, saw this and used some strength, causing the three girls opposite her to scream and fall head over heels. She was taking on three at once!

Only had a few bottles, right?

And already this drunk?

Not drunk, just happy.

Squadron Leader Chekhov, hugging a bottle, could be happy in his sleep for a whole night, let alone when he was drinking freely.

A group followed Big Bear in a big circle, all twisting together, arm in arm. When drinking, it's not about the alcohol; it's about the atmosphere, casting away all pretenses and revealing one's true filthy nature completely.

"Chekhov, you better drink less!"

"Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios asserted her female authority.

But Big Bear just lifted his bottle.

"Cheers!"

With a tilt of his head, guzzle, guzzle, guzzle, burp!~

Ahhh...

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He succeeded in standing on the brink of courting death.

"Cheers!" × 174!

My goodness, the whole bar was about to explode.

"Chekhov, you stop right there!"

"No, I don't want to! I want Big Daizi!"

"(╬￣皿￣)凸!"

The reserved special feature of the Squadron Genuine Fragrance was about to start—Little Chili beating up Big Bear!

There was a clamor in the bar, and the members of the Joint Defense Committee were almost dumbfounded, uh, why isn't anyone stopping this, and some are even egging them on!

"Squadron Leader, half a year! Woah... woah!~"

The leader of the Armed Helicopter Squadron, Yamada, was wearing nothing but a loincloth, standing on the table, and doing a one-legged cockerel crow—this high-difficulty move deserved a full 10 points!

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At this rate, the Big Bear Squadron Leader really wouldn't live past half a year.

For a moment, the bar was a cacophony of chaos and smog, and even two high-ranking Earth Element magicians sent by the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee couldn't escape unscathed. The Aircrew Base was a big dye pit, dyeing anyone who entered into two-yuan-a-pound barefoot sauerkraut.

The shiny stainless steel bottles became more dazzling under the lights, and the empty ones didn't hurt even when you threw them at people, so there was no need to worry about anyone getting so drunk they'd try to perform a skull surgery with them.

Old Black Doctor William Jackson went around pointing fingers at people, chuckling nonsensically to himself.

"This one's a severe schizophrenic, and this one, serious delusions, haha, ADHD, no, Tourette's, and that one too..." He turned to see his own grinning reflection in a large wall mirror.

"Bah! Snake disease!"

Despite there still being plenty of fruit wine, not everyone liked the privately brewed fruit wines.

There were still two or three people sitting in front of the bar, not joining in the revelry.

"Burp! Huh? Old Zuo, what are you doing here?"

Chen Fei, carrying a steel bottle of wine, staggered over and sat down at the bar, eyeing a person who was sitting with their head down.

"Ah? Mr. Chen Fei, no, I'm sorry, just now..."

Zuo Gengming's face was full of sorrow, which was completely out of place in the noisy bar atmosphere. He was absent-mindedly flicking the cup of wine, which was half-empty and hadn't been touched, so much so that a few drops were spilled out.

He had just seen Chen Fei, but was surrounded by colleagues and thus hadn't come over to greet him.

Unexpectedly, the other party came to him instead.

"Too many people, huh?"

Chen Fei turned his head and saw a scene of a raucous ghost parade, and immediately understood.

"Yes, that's right!"

Zuo Gengming touched his nose.

"Is there something wrong?"

Chen Fei's stainless steel wine bottle clinked against Zuo Gengming's glass.

Came to the bar to drink wine, only to play with the wine glass?

"No, you're right, there's something!"

Zuo Gengming, with an embarrassed face, picked up the wine glass and gulped it down, only to choke on it and start coughing violently.

He had come with the Sky Patrol Ship from the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee. He hadn't even made a reservation or given any notice before arriving uninvited.

Luckily, Hanna Gagel, the general manager of Jiu Defense Company, was still working at the Aircrew Base. Seeing Zuo Gengming, although it was somewhat unexpected, she still received him.

However, their discussion didn't go too well, and Zuo Gengming, who was temporarily staying, declined Boss Hana's invitation to a dinner banquet. By chance, he saw that the base had a bar and came over alone to drown his sorrows.

"Oh!~ Let me guess!" Chen Fei scratched his head and suddenly said, "You're here for help!"

The crazy mutants were causing chaos everywhere, and even the situation at the Aircrew Base wasn't optimistic, let alone the other bases.

Zuo Gengming opened his mouth wide and finally, dejectedly, nodded vigorously.

"Heh, you're right."

After he finished speaking, he even sniffed. A man doesn't easily shed tears.

Recently, many aircrew bases had been having a hard time, which allowed those smaller military contractors without aircrew bases to take advantage and gloat.

"Tell me exactly what's going on. Even if I can't help, I can still be a qualified listener. Talking it out might make you feel a bit better."

With Boss Hana's decisive nature, even if Chen Fei was reckless, he couldn't make decisions for others.

As an employee, one should listen to the boss's arrangements, not just run off with someone else in the heat of the moment. What kind of loyalty to Jianghu was that? Even "Song Gongming the Timely Rain" wouldn't do such a thing.

Calling someone brother and jumping to take up their cause, how foolish!

Especially since their relationship hadn't reached that level yet.

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