Sky-cracking Rider

Miyoshi Xuesen looked coldly at the man smiling up close, and if it weren't for the fact that the latter had relatives among the high-ranking elites of Hablav City, he would have turned around and left without hesitation.

Chen Fei kindly reminded, "That… have you checked the one behind you?"

Running over one's own people with a vehicle was simply too inhumane.

In Jiu Defense Company, at 911, no one dared to be so unprincipled.

"Who?"

Besman Hubs, the executive manager of Sulte Defense Co., Ltd., finally looked up and glanced at the executive manager lying on the ground twitching, and said dismissively, "No worries, I'll compensate him well!"

Even if crushed to death, a bit of burial silver would suffice; it was really nothing.

Isn't it a natural law for capitalist predators to treat human lives like grass?

The miserable executive manager, grievously injured and mercilessly run over by his boss, looked at the contractor of the 633 Aircrew Base, a big boss of private military contractors who was clean and neat without a crease in sight, clearly having stayed safe underground and unscathed during the counterattack on the 631 Aircrew Base.

Not just Chen Fei, but also Tuert, Andrew, Masuya, and Caroline all wore faces of disdain, not liking this type of boss; they were entitled to wear their emotions on their faces.

You disagree? Come hit me!

Or shall I lend you a stick to stoke the fire?

In the dark corner, disdainful eyes were also cast, as even though the Ninja Team was also a tool for Miyoshi Xuesen, at least they were treated as humans, not trampled on indiscriminately.

Having just sacrificed a comrade and used a Heavenly Order War Professional as a shield felt almost justified.

"Er? Guys… why don't we rest first?"

Realizing the atmosphere was off, Besman, the crafty little devil, eagerly changed the subject.

"No, let's first discuss the situation."

Miyoshi Monk, as the captain of the Huntsman Squad, had to confront this man directly.

"Yes, yes, our Sulte Defense Co., Ltd. …"

This guy, who knows from which roadside intel broker he bought the haphazard information, really thought highly of himself, wanted to show off before the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee, but… though his ideas were nice, reality was brutal.

The Mental Health Knights Corporation, which had been raising mutants for its own unspeakable reasons, never expected such an impulsive newcomer to disregard everything and attack from the air.

Giv how close the aircrew bases were, it was doomed not to be a surprise assault catching the other side unawares.

As soon as the aircraft approached the boundary of the business district at the intersection, the ground-based radar could easily catch them red-handed.

Unless the entire journey was conducted at an extremely low altitude in radar blind spots, thinking of stealth strikes was simply delusional!

Moreover, the combat aircraft that private military contractors could use were limited, let alone stealth fighters.

The only squadron capable of conducting such low-altitude long-distance stealth raids in the entire Xingdu Kush Mountain Area was "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, which had also managed to survive brutal corporate wars and continuously defeat opponents, all due to its substantial capabilities.

After listening to Besman Hubs, the enthusiastic head of Sulte Defense Co., Ltd., rambling on, Miyoshi Xuesen simply nodded noncommittally without saying much.

The situation described by the other party wasn't much different from the report received on the way here, probably due to being from the same source.

"From now on, the 633 Aircrew Base is under my control, all your personnel answer to me, any problems?"

Miyoshi Xuesen made a quick decision; continuing to leave it in the hands of this connected individual would wreck the little base left.

"Hehe, no problem, no problem!"

Besman Hubs bobbed his head like a rattle-drum, eager for someone to take over the mess at hand.

"Chen Fei, have your bird cast a healing spell on that guy."

Miyoshi Xuesen looked at Chen Fei—he couldn't command Xiao Jiu.

In the entire Huntsman Squad, only Chen Fei could make the Pure Light Sparrow obey; no matter how the others tried to please or tease, this proud little bird ignored them completely and would jab them with a laser if annoyed—if hit, it guaranteed a hole through the target.

The executive manager of the 633 Aircrew Base was relatively familiar with some of the basics. A skilled woman struggles without rice, and if all the personnel and materials of the 633 Aircrew Base were exhausted, even gods taking over would be ineffective.

Even though he now controlled the aircrew base, Miyoshi Xuesen also wanted to find the most knowledgeable person to inquire about the actual resources here.

And this man, Besman Hubs, clearly seemed only good for giving misguided orders; interviewing him would be less productive than asking the front-line personnel involved in the combat.

"Go ahead, cast a 'Light of Redemption'!"

Chen Fei pointed at the executive manager still twitching on the ground; his attention had just been on the severely damaged "Big Mouth Monsters" near the main runway.

His attention was on the hangar aprons near the main runway, looking at the severely damaged Big Mouth Monsters.

The little bird quickly flew over, chirped a few times, and a fist-sized light orb entered the man's body, and then it flapped its tiny wings and returned to Chen Fei's shoulder.

The executive manager of the 633 Aircrew Base, who had been unconsciously twitching, suddenly quieted down, utterly motionless.

Apart from "Light Healing Technique" and "Light Burst Flash", Xiao Jiu's proficiency in "Light of Redemption" was even higher than that of the Light System Magic Shield and other light-based spells; with third-rank magic power, it could support several continuous casts of "Light of Redemption" without depleting its magic power.

"Dead?" Besman couldn't help but sigh with a tragic sense of empathy on seeing this scene, saying, "Lawrence was a good man, just a bit too stiff. I will miss him."

He then made a show of wiping the corner of his eye, yet not a single crocodile tear was shed.

"Uh!~"

Like one dead, the executive manager suddenly let out a long moan as if resurrecting, then shivered slightly, twisted his head, and slowly, unsteadily stood up, examining himself.

There was no more pain in his body, some strength had returned, and the wounds on his head seemed to have healed a lot, no longer feeling like blood was profusely seeping out.

"Alive again?"

Besman was startled and took a huge jump in fright.

He had thought the other had already breathed his last, yet unexpectedly, he could resurrect right there with full vitality.

Not exactly full vitality, but at least he could stand up again, though he still didn't look too good.

"Mr. Habs?"

The puzzled executive manager of Aircrew Base 633, Lawrence Beta, looked at his boss, completely unaware that he was the culprit who had nearly sent him to the brink of death at Ghost Gate Pass.

Probably right now, he couldn't afford to think too much about it.

"Lawrence, seeing you unharmed is really great!"

Besman Habs knew the origins of the Huntsman Squad, but couldn't just tell anyone casually; he almost let it slip and hurriedly supported over his executive manager, acting as if nothing had happened, and continued, "Come on, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Miyoshi, and from now on, at Aircrew Base 633, whatever he says goes, what he says represents my will, got it?"

"Oh! Mr. Habs, you mean, I am now responsible to him, is that right?"

Manager Lawrence was completely confused and hadn't yet grasped this latest command.

"Exactly, that's right!"

Besman Habs slapped Lawrence on the shoulder, almost knocking him back to the ground.

Shaking unstably and barely able to stand firm again, Lawrence Beta from Aircrew Base 633 coughed a few times, then managed to say loudly, "Very well, sir!"

"The first order!"

Miyoshi Xuesen raised his index finger.

"Yes, Sir!"

Lawrence Beta immediately snapped to attention, his body trembling as it appeared weak.

The 'Light of Redemption' only worked by invoking vitality through the Light Elemental System using Magic Elements, speeding up recovery but not sufficient to replenish consumed vital energy.

However, the human body itself contained a plethora of potential, not to a point where it couldn't make up for the deficit, so, in most cases, Light Healing Spells generally had an effect.

Yet, if the physical condition were as frail as a leaky shack, even a god would be powerless.

The reaction of manager Lawrence made his direct superior, the general manager of Sulte Defense Co., Ltd, Besman Habs, nod his head in satisfaction.

Miyoshi Xuesen pointed forcefully at Besman Habs and spoke out loudly, "Imprison Besman Habs in the solitary confinement room, and without my order, no one is allowed to let him out."

"Huh?"

Besman Habs was somewhat incredulous of his own ears.

Before he could figure out what exactly was happening, he heard executive manager Lawrence Beta standing at attention again.

"Yes, Sir!"

He then looked apologetically at his direct superior and said, "I am sorry, Mr. Habs!"

"Come, escort Mr. Habs into solitary confinement, without Mr. Miyoshi's order, no one is permitted to release Habs!"

Calling over the armed security of the aircrew base, for the sake of their own boss's dignity, they used "invite" instead of "force."

"Ah? This, this, no, Lawrence, no, I don't want solitary, Mr. Miyoshi, Mr. Miyoshi, what is going on?"

Besman Habs frantically tried to rectify this chaotic command, but Miyoshi Xuesen merely gave him a cold glance.

"Take him away!"

He then looked no further toward him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Habs, you'd better not struggle, or you might hurt yourself."

The armed guards were loyal to the executive manager, and one could guess they didn't have a favorable impression of the general manager; they sandwiched him and just walked off.

"No, I don't want solitary; I want to revoke the order I just gave, Lawrence, you have to listen to me…"

The gesticulating general manager of Sulte Defense Co., Ltd, was thus dragged away by the burly security guards.

Lawrence Beta bowed slightly to Miyoshi Monk and earnestly said, "Mr. Miyoshi, I am now under your command!"