Sky-cracking Rider

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The boss of the Hanuman Airborne Group, infuriated upon hearing the disposition from the Public Security Management Center, pointed at Hanna Gagar and roared, "You, Hanna Gagar, and your people, will! regret! this!"

"Should I take that as a threat?"

Hanna Gagar's uncovered right eye flashed dangerously.

The boss of the Hanuman Airborne Group wanted to say more but unexpectedly got prodded in the lower back with an electric shocker. His body stiffened and then started to shiver as two uniformed security guards flanked him and hauled him away.

A one-day solitary confinement penalty was immediately carried out!

Unless they didn't want to continue participating in "The Abyss Coliseum" battles, basically none of the Hanuman Airborne Group's members could escape, nor did they dare to.

"Son of a bitch!"

Hanna Gagar spat scornfully.

If the other side had dared to make a move right then, she might even have respected them as a real man before sending them to their grave with a Wind Blade.

It had to be said, the people from Jiu Defense Company, from the boss to the employees, reacted remarkably consistently when faced with hostility.

"You people from Jiu Defense had better behave and not mess with me, otherwise please leave. We don't welcome 'troublemakers' here!"

The head of the Public Security Management Center issued a warning with an air of seriousness, yet his eyes never left the female military contractor boss for a second.

He's just lusting after her body, He... tui!

Despicable!

The only regret was that the woman was a "Cyclops"; once she put on that eye patch, her whole demeanor became much more fierce.

"People don't offend me, and I don't offend people, I still understand this principle," Hanna Gagar replied mildly but firmly.

Who knows how many people have ogled her with such disgusting gazes; she was long since used to it. Even the Chekhov Big Bear sometimes couldn't hold back such a look. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

... They were all cowardly bums with unscrupulous thoughts and no guts to act on them. If anyone really dared to make a move, she would admire them as a man setting out on a quest for enlightenment.

Chen Xiao'er wouldn't, the sight of the eye patch would always make him shiver uncontrollably. Wasn't Teacher Shen, Secretary Shen tasty enough?

Definitely tasty!

Once the people from Jiu Defense Company returned to their dormitory area, they brought out several insulated foam boxes filled with chilled large glass beer bottles, and also took the opportunity to throw out their "Sauerkraut" roommate Tempun Schneider's belongings without holding anything back; since the fight had happened, they didn't lose out anyway, so what there to be afraid of even if they offended them to death, right?

In the sweltering heat, chugging down a gulp of ice-cold beer, burping loudly, it felt like the soul might just take flight right then and there.

Private company pilots didn't have many scruples; smoking, drinking, enjoying spicy barbecue, whatever they liked to eat and drink, as long as they didn't get too fat to fit into the cockpit was alright,

Everyone had a bottle of cold beer, sometimes two, clinking them together, downing them with delight, and the group soon started howling and indulging in debauchery.

Fighting and drinking, life's great pleasures must be enjoyed to the fullest, of course one should drink to their heart's content while the booze is there.

The Big Bear had just gotten a few sips in him when he started to get carried away, bellowing at the top of his lungs.

"I, Chekhov Leonidovich Ivanov, will drink the best liquor, fly the fastest combat aircraft, make the most money, live in the biggest house, and screw the hottest chicks..."

Bang!

Shattered glass flew everywhere.

Chekhov mumbled a few words, rolled his eyes, collapsed like a falling mountain, lying across the beams of the bunk bed, thud, out cold!

He still clung to the beer bottle with only a sip left at the bottom, unable to let go.

The goddamn hottest chick... "Devil Pepper," if your bosom is not flat, you can pacify the world, you Chekhov deserve to have her!

Iline Rusios resentfully threw away a beer bottle with only the neck left, causing others to twitch at the sight.

The deputy squadron leader was truly diabolical, even harsher than when she was fighting earlier, making one involuntarily worry whether the Big Bear squadron leader might get knocked into a misfortune.

"You bastards, watch yourselves!"

The rowdy bunch ticked off Boss Hana to no end.

Chen Fei, "Rookie," hadn't been drinking and was helping out Big Brother Xiao, the mechanical repair chief, with his carpentry, which had more furniture pieces to fit into the Mobile Base Vehicle's compartment.

This replicated version of the vehicle was nearly indistinguishable in appearance and driving performance from the original, but its interior and comfort levels were leagues apart, after all, the finer details of the original Mobile Base Vehicle's compartment were accumulated bit by bit, and many small items were not made of metal, so Metal Elemental Psychic Powers were utterly useless against them.

The entire Hanuman Airborne Group was locked up for a day, and by the time they were released, they just perfectly missed the opening ceremony of "The Abyss Coliseum." They ground their teeth in hatred towards the members of Jiu Defense Company but were utterly helpless against them.

On one hand, they were still being watched by the security guards, and on the other, they indeed couldn't beat the bastards from Jiu Defense Company. They could only silently curse them in their hearts, unable to even make an extra move.

Over the course of the twenty-day "The Abyss Coliseum" events, the first week was dedicated to flying performances, followed by thirteen days of life-and-death battles between combat pilots from the civilizations of Cangqiong Star and Blue Star. Though it wasn't real warfare, the pilots engaged in the Arena didn't harbor deep hatred for each other, but the competition in piloting combat aircraft was about winning or losing, life and death.

Behind the flying performance week, aircraft manufacturers were secretly competing with one another. The performers included both civilian and military aircraft, and only through static displays and dynamic live flying demonstrations could they impress potential customers and secure the lucrative contracts.

In the battle to win orders, the competition between major manufacturers was just as relentless—deciding winners and losers, dictating survival or demise.

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An order could instantly bring a manufacturer on the brink of bankruptcy back to full health, breathing a huge sigh of life into them, but if orders continued to be elusive, it was truly possible for them to be starved to death, even with the support of a Sovereign behind them.

Civilian flying teams took turns soaring into the sky with manufacturer teams, a variety of maneuvers performed one after another, the roar in the sky never ceasing.

The spectator stands were divided into indoor and outdoor areas.

Not only did the indoor area have pleasant air conditioning and comfortable seats, but it also had holographic projections and "Light Mirror Spell" screens, which allowed for an almost dead-angle viewing of the aircraft's every move in the sky.

The outdoor spectator seats were open-air tiered seats close to the take-off and landing runway, with a small amount of "Light Mirror Spell" to enhance the view, but it required more direct experience from the audience and immersion was higher, well-suited for those who enjoyed the deafening roar.

"The third flying display team is the 'Dark Angel' from the American Federation, with six F-14 'Tomcat' jet fighters forming a formation and taking off together."

The host's voice, passed to every spectator's ear through active noise-cancelling earphones, would have been drowned out by the engine roar if not for these little devices.

The microphone could selectively transmit human voices to other earphones within a three and a half meter radius.

"Damn it, Boeing Aerospace just gets crappier each time. Don't they have any new products? They even dragged out the 'Tomcat' to do forced business. Is this like raising the dead by flipping the coffin lid?"

In the stands, Chekhov Big Bear, with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, carried a bottle of beer and cursed, feeling it wasn't worth his while to come all this way just to see this?!

He had barely sat in the outdoor spectator seats for a short while, and he had already finished off a dozen beers.

At least bring out a Crystal Jet!

He couldn't remember anything that had happened the day before. All he knew was he woke up at dawn with a big lump on his head, throbbing painfully, and he thought he had blacked out from drinking.

The bandage around his head was personally wrapped by the deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper"; having a girl take care of you was indeed comforting!

Having gulped down a bellyful of beer, the consequence was that behind the spectator stands, the smell of urine was overwhelming, occasionally drifting over with the wind, causing people to frown, not knowing which spiteful person relieved themselves on the spot.

"Just like our MiG aircraft, the design may be old, but the product is new. It's like putting new wine in old bottles, they sell nostalgia," said "Fragrant Orchid" Carlos Silva Lane, who usually liked to collect models of combat aircraft. He had collected several versions of the F-14 "Tomcat," all original, such as the earlier Grumman and the later Boeing versions.

Indeed, many in the stands were excitedly snapping away with their long-lens cameras when they saw the "Tomcat" appear.

The F-14 "Tomcat" had long been retired, but still had a substantial fanbase, probably because its wings could move, which even laypeople found extraordinary.

If given the choice, military contractors would prefer to replace the MiG-28 with the F-14, since modernizing the aircraft radar to be lighter and better equipped would absolutely enhance electronic tactical capabilities, bringing it closer to modern tactical strategies (evolving from dogfighting to "playing possum").

Chekhov Big Bear turned his head back and, with a drunken squint, said, "Rookie, your Crystal Jet should also go up and show off!"

Making your name known was what it meant to travel through Jianghu.

For a small military contractor like Jiu Defense, unexpectedly rolling out a National Treasure Artifact might just cause an earth-shattering splash in the military contractor industry.

"No way, it's far from ready!"

Chen Fei shook his head emphatically.

Even though the Crystal Jet he was working on crashed less and less often, it still occasionally took a tumble, nowhere near the maturity level to be paraded before an audience.

The embarrassment of crashing a jet in public was something Chen Fei absolutely wouldn't do.

It was more likely that such a stunt would be excessively dramatic, not only emptying the pond but blasting the fish out as well.

In the end, the pond would be turned into a gaping, empty pit.

No Sovereign would permit the existence of a private industry that produced National Treasure Artifacts, as that would be seen as assets for rebellion and conspiracy, naturally leaving no stone unturned.

After the six F-14 "Tomcats" took off, they split into two groups to begin head-on stunt flying.

"Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios watched the six jet fighters, murmuring in doubt.

"Too close, no, too close!"

Her expression suddenly changed as she tapped Chekhov Big Bear next to her and said, "Look quick, something's going to happen with the 'Dark Angel'."

"What?"

Chekhov Big Bear raised his head.

Boom!~

The jet fighters were incredibly fast, especially head-on.

A huge fireball exploded in the middle of the jets.

Four "Tomcats" instantly split off, separating back-to-back and pulling up swiftly, but two "Tomcats" vanished from sight.

Countless pieces of metal and flames hurtled toward the audience on the ground…

In midair, a flash of light suddenly activated a huge protective Barrier, halting the metal and flames.

The outer spectator stand, which was about to be affected, remained unharmed, by a near-catastrophe.