Sky-cracking Rider

"Very good!"

Miyoshi Xuesen greatly appreciated the professional quality of the executive manager.

It was undeniable that Besman Hubs, the general manager of Sulte Defense Co., Ltd, was a rotten person, but the Aircrew Base had a qualified executive manager.

Although he might not be truly excellent, he had a head injury and executed the orders from Miyoshi Xuesen/Boss Besman unequivocally.

Locking up Besman was the equivalent of resolving the biggest immediate risk at Aircrew Base.

It was easy to guess that the current situation at Aircrew Base was greatly influenced by Besman Hubs's misguided commands.

A conservative executive manager would not launch an attack casually, nor would he allow opponents to find opportunities to counterattack so easily.

This move was brilliant!

Andrew and the others gave a thumbs up to this ruthless and heartless monk.

Well done!

Using terms like 'good' or 'bad' to evaluate Miyoshi Xuesen isn't always suitable, but sometimes the things he does are indeed satisfying.

"Alright! Let's briefly reassign tasks. Tuert, head to the control tower and monitor the dynamics of Aircrew Base, report to me at once. Andrew and Masuya, check the surroundings for any enemy scouts. Aunt Caroline, assist Lawrence to learn more about the situation at Aircrew Base and report back. Chen Fei, greet those pilots; it all depends on you now!"

Miyoshi Xuesen issued orders calmly and confidently, now that he had control over the entire aircrew base.

Apart from assigning tasks to the ability users, the ninja teams would also carry out the same tasks, ensuring double insurance and avoiding any oversight.

"Let's go, Andrew!"

Masuya, a level-A wind-type psionic ability user, took the lead with a greeting.

The youthful-looking Tuert was always sneakily eyeing her with a lascivious gaze, which she found very distasteful, but the silent and tall Andrew seemed far more reliable.

"Oh!"

The earth mage hurried to follow.

The psychic mage, Tuert, who was assigned to go to the tower alone, grinned reluctantly and jealously watched as the red-haired Masuya and Andrew walked away together.

Andrew, this thick-browed and big-eyed fellow, actually sneaked ahead.

"Manager Lawrence, please show me around."

Although Aunt Caroline was not in the private military contracting business, her son was a member of the industry; she hadn't eaten the pork, but she had seen the pig run, so she naturally knew where to start in order to understand the situation at Aircrew Base in the shortest time.

Despite being weak from being revived by the "Light of Redemption," the very feeble executive manager, Lawrence Beta, still mustered the energy.

"Good day, ma'am, please follow me!"

Now was not the time to be lying down; even if there was a need to lie down, he must explain the situation before doing so.

"Then I am leaving too."

Watching his teammates leave one by one, Chen Fei gestured and naturally led Little Bird towards the pile of rubbish next to the main runway.

He was not unfamiliar with the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft, but the "Big Mouth Monster" at Aircrew Base seemed somewhat different.

Upon closer inspection, the truth came to light.

The "Big Mouth Monster" at Aircrew Base had seven mounting points on its central belly and wings, while the ones at Aircrew Base had nine.

The difference between seven and nine mounting points was significant.

He stretched out his hand without hesitation.

"Metal Devouring" skill activated!

System: Ding! Absorbed light turboprop attack aircraft wreckage, composition ratio: Aluminum 71%, Titanium 10%, Iron 4%, Copper 5%, Chromium 4.5%, Magnesium 2%...

Energy Points +7!

The pile of combat aircraft wreckage probably came from at least three "Big Mouth Monsters."

Energy Points: 20000/20000

When leaving Hablav City, Chen Fei had filled up his energy points at an old machinery junkyard on the outskirts, but he hadn't purchased an energy point capacity expansion.

The newly acquired seven energy points overflowed and were wasted.

You see, calling this system a real dog isn't unjustified at all.

However, Chen Fei didn't care about the loss of these two energy points at this moment; his attention was on the new findings.

The "Aircraft" category in the "Physical Evolution Database" had gained a new sample.

A-39C "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft!

Several wrecks proved sufficient to complete the sample, meaning he could replicate this model of light turboprop attack aircraft completely.

Indeed, the "Big Mouth Monster" at Aircrew Base was an upgraded version, further confirming that Besman Hubs had deep connections with a high-level official at the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee.

With his professional experience as a maintenance technician, he quickly confirmed the key upgrades of this C version after comparison.

To add these two hardpoints, the A-39C "Big Mouth Monster" made some improvements to the airframe. Most importantly, the PT6A series engine used a new alloy formula for critical components, increasing the output power by 200 horsepower to 2100 horsepower. However, as a result, fuel consumption increased and the maximum endurance time decreased by one hour, still leaving 13 hours. The wing area increased by 5%, structural strength was enhanced, and other detailed parts were improved and upgraded.

For a light attack aircraft, two hardpoints can almost instantly enhance its combat effectiveness—after all, it means two more missiles or bombs!

After receiving the latest upgrade of the "Big Mouth Monster," Chen Fei felt satisfied and headed towards the bar, where the pilots relaxed.

Private Military Contractors are not sovereign military forces, and the flyers are not prohibited from drinking. They can drink as they like on ordinary days as long as they do not drink during flight missions.

Exceptions like Chekhov Big Bear, who can fly better the more he drinks, are truly badass!

If it hadn't been for being high at the time, wandering in a daze, Chen Fei wouldn't have dared to do such a thing, even if lent ten times his courage—he's bold, but not foolish!

Anyone who is able to graduate from university with a bachelor's degree is smart.

The layout of Aircrew Base 633 is similar to Aircrew Base 911; Chen Fei could find his way around with his eyes closed.

In fact, most aircrew bases are structured and facilitated exactly the same, everyone using the same mold, the same design drawings. Modular and mass production keep the costs of hardware foundations very low, fully in line with commercial operations.

The bar at Aircrew Base 633 was rather quiet, as it had just been raided and had many casualties, making it not as bustling as usual.

Chen Fei accurately located the pilots of 633, who were gathered in small groups, each person either sulkily drinking alone or puffing on a cigar, none of them talking.

Casually, he placed Little Bird on the bar and walked over.

The bartender, somewhat distracted, watched the little bird hopping around on the countertop.

The little fellow hopped next to a bottle of brandy, pecked at the bottle, and then looked up at the bartender.

"Chirp?"

"Hey! Guys?"

Chen Fei called out to those pilots who had just been defeated and were feeling very low in spirit.

"?"

A group of people looked over in confusion.

Chen Fei waved at them and promptly picked up the person beside him, landing a punch directly on his face, knocking him flat on the ground.

This was a pilot's way of greeting.

He obviously couldn't perform a trick like Big Bear pulling out Erguotou from his crotch, so he had to make a memorable "greeting" for his colleagues at Aircrew Base 633 his own way.

None of those who work under Private Military Contractors are saints. Being new around here, if you don't beat them until they're comfortable, they certainly won't respect you.

But that's okay, Chen Fei didn't want their respect, he just wanted their submission, so beating was enough.

Fights were absolutely common in the bar, with pilots clanging and banging around. Everyone else in the bar, including the bartender behind the bar, acted as if they saw nothing, without even attempting to stop it.

In just five minutes, Chen Fei had beaten eight or nine men.

There was also a young woman whose soft face received a big slap, leaving a vivid handprint immediately.

After all, gender equality matters, and it's wrong to discriminate or treat women differently. You can't go easy just because she's a woman.

One, two, three, four, and done again.

"Greetings done," Chen Fei shook his hand and said, "I'm 'Rookie,' and from now on, I am your squadron leader. Anyone has a problem with that, make a peep!"

Yes, make a sound, and get beaten again until you're subdued, or even beaten to death.

Death? That would be a problem for the executive manager of Sulte Defense Co., Ltd., Besman Habs, and also for the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee. If you're afraid of dying, don't come into this line of work.

He didn't have time to reason or appeal to emotions; a beating sufficed!

Looking at the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, anyone who still had issues could be resolved with a beating!

No matter how arrogant the Big Bear might seem, he also got pinned to the ground and beaten frequently.

"Rookie," this flying nickname might sound a bit funny initially, but after the beatings, nobody was laughing anymore; they were just inhaling sharply with bruised noses and faces, wondering which supernatural power had just beaten them up without any law or order.

Sorry, in the capitalist world, there's never been any law.

Chen Fei was indeed being lenient with them; otherwise, a punch for each could have ended them all.

He clapped his hands and said calmly, "Come on, follow my command, line up!"

The next second, the disheveled pilots immediately leaped up like frightened rabbits and quickly lined up, fearing being beaten again if they were slow.

The recent beating was severe, and suddenly moving caused them all to grimace and bare their teeth grotesquely.

"Let's introduce ourselves, let me get to know you."

"..."

Not far away, at the bar, Little Bird perched on the edge of a glass, watching the interaction between Chen Fei and the pilots, occasionally dipping its head to sip a freshly mixed martini.

Only that little sparrow knew how it managed to get a cocktail mixed for itself by the bartender.