Sky-cracking Rider

"Supernatural power user, there is a supernatural power user!"

Another one that slipped through the net, the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft circling above the Aircrew Base, the two pilots in the cockpit were terrified beyond belief.

Being able to withstand missiles, machine guns, autocannons, and rockets with the flesh, such an existence was very likely a B-rank supernatural power user.

The "Big Mouth Monster" didn't hesitate to accelerate away, fearing being plucked from the sky if it flew too slow.

Before Chen Fei could make a move, a man-portable air-defense missile soared into the sky, the seasoned soldiers had made their move once again.

The A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft, struggling to escape, desperately tossed out glittering jamming bullets.

Boom!~

The too-tempted man-portable air-defense missile collided with a dazzling red jamming bullet about 300 meters above the ground, instantly bursting into a shower of fire and rain.

Another man-portable air-defense missile whistled into the sky, the old soldiers striking with a sense of rhythm, one after another.

Unfortunately, the enemy's "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop had already successfully accelerated, and before the missile from behind could catch up, it had escaped beyond firing range.

The missile, having lost its target, fell helplessly and executed a delayed self-destruct program.

The silhouette of the turboprop quickly disappeared from sight.

The size and weight of man-portable air-defense missiles were obvious, their combat efficacy naturally could not be compared to the programmable combat bombs aboard aircraft; the guidance technology was more than a generation behind. Catching the enemy off guard was one thing, but if the opponent was prepared, the hit rate naturally dropped significantly.

"Chen Fei, are you okay?"

The old soldiers approached Chen Fei holding a blanket.

After enduring such a relentless bombing, his clothes were definitely not spared, and they were already used to such sights.

If this had happened to an ordinary person, they would definitely be treated as a monster, but for supernatural power users with all kinds of abilities, it was nothing unusual.

Taking the blanket and wrapping it around himself, Chen Fei couldn't help but yawn, saying with an indefinable tiredness, "Thank you, I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired, and my headset is dead."

"Secret Technique: Fight to the Death" was only used for fifteen seconds, but it was enough to make him understand what this Secret Technique was all about.

"Go take a shower and have a good rest!"

Having spent many days together, the old soldiers had grown familiar with Chen Fei's temperament.

He displayed none of the haughtiness often found in supernatural power users. Instead, he was like the boy next door, sunny and affable, approachable, sometimes even a bit goofy, which easily endeared him to others.

In the midst of battle, he dared to fight, dare to charge, and dare to be fierce, even to the point of not sparing himself, embodying a spirit that was truly a rare find among good men, exactly to the old soldiers' tastes, instantly narrowing the distance between them.

"I'll leave the rest to you guys. Call me if something comes up. I'm going to take a shower, then eat something, and get some sleep afterward. I can't help it; I'm too sleepy."

Chen Fei could not help but yawn again, shaking his head and bracing himself as he walked towards the entrance of the underground air-raid shelter.

Down below there was a separate living area, still in good function.

Many of the facilities and supplies inside the Aircrew Base were still usable, with backup power turned on, taking a hot shower was no problem at all, and there were even clean clothes for changing. If possible, he wouldn't mind staying for a few more days, enjoying the free food, drink, and lodging.

After a hasty wash, he felt even sleepier.

Chen Fei held chopsticks in his hand, waiting for the self-heating food to finish heating, but as he waited, his eyelids grew heavier.

Gradually, the sound of snoring began to rise.

He sat there and, without realizing it, fell asleep.

…

"Cheep!~ Cheep!~ Cheep!~"

A slight touch came across his face, and Chen Fei slowly opened his eyes.

He saw the familiar ceiling or, more precisely, the iron sheeting of the steel structure shed.

Turning his head to the side, he immediately saw the Target Low Temperature Nuclear Fusion Energy Tower riddled with bullet holes.

If his memory served him right, he should have been in the underground air-raid shelter of the Aircrew Base, sitting at the dining table and waiting for the self-heating food to be ready.

But now, this was clearly the shed of the 911 Aircrew Base.

What was going on?

Chen Fei sat up, puzzled, as a flurry of wing flapping reached his ears.

"Cheep!~"

He saw the Pure Light Sparrow Xiao Jiu's glossy black eyes, stretched out his hand, and as if teasing a dog, scratched under its sharp beak.

The little bird blinked its eyes and hopped onto Chen Fei's finger.

It chirped playfully once more.

Feeling its weight, the little one seemed to have gained heft, and there were faint traces of light flowing as if rippling on the surface of its sleek, black feathers, suggesting that the Light Beast Crystal Core had brought it considerable benefits that manifested immediately.

"Xiao Jiu, I'm not dreaming, right?"

"Cheep!"

"How did I get back here? Do you know?"

"Cheep!~"

"Who could have done this?"

"Cheep!~"

Creak!

The door of the shed was suddenly pushed open, and Chef Abel's booming voice came through.

"Little darling, look what uncle has brought you to eat. Don't bother your lazy pig dad; he's not a princess. You could kiss him ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times and he wouldn't wake up. Ah-oh..."

Mr. Abel, carrying a big bag of stuff, met eyes with Chen Fei who was sitting on the edge of the bed; his voice abruptly stuck, and he immediately put on a smile, saying, "You big oaf, you're awake!"

"Cheep!~"

Little Bird turned around, tilting its head to look at Abel, and then turned back to look at Daddy Chen Fei.

"Mr. Abel, I have some questions that I would like to ask you. Please, have a seat over here."

Chen Fei nonchalantly pointed to the chair beside the bed.

The majority of the space inside the steel structure shack was occupied by various plants, leaving only enough room for the energy tower, the necessary paths for movement, and the limited personal living area. The single bed and the furniture for receiving guests were squeezed together, but it was still more spacious than a cramped single dormitory.

"Hehe, go on, tell me!"

Chef Abel obediently came over, his heart pounding with uneasiness, yet he feigned composure.

"Mr. Abel, if I didn't have that crystal core, and something were to happen to me, of course, I'd be more than willing to entrust Xiao Jiu to your care, but now... I'm sorry!"

With a shrug of his shoulders, Chen Fei made Chef Abel's face twitch.

Apart from itself, the person Xiao Jiu was closest to inside the Aircrew Base 911 was Chef Abel, who was often entrusted with its care. But now, Chen Fei had to consider his own family.

Little Bird needed that Third Rank Light-element Magical Beast Crystal Core, but for Chef Abel, this core wasn't a blessing; it was a curse.

The promises of the Metallic Dragons were guarantees that no one dared to ignore, whether on Blue Star or Cangqiong Star.

If it appeared in the hands of anyone other than Chen Fei, it would surely bring deadly trouble.

Out of ten Metallic Dragons, nine are mad, and the tenth is on the verge of madness, so no one wants to voluntarily provoke these creatures whose brains aren't quite right, or possibly don't have brains at all.

Of course, family inheritance is the only exemption.

Chef Abel's smile had become a bit stiff as he said, "Uh, I, I'm aware of that."

But truthfully, he really liked Little Bird and had never coveted that Magical Beast Crystal Core worth millions of Star Yuan.

If it hadn't been for that reason, Chen Fei would not have entrusted Xiao Jiu to his care.

Little Bird was incredibly smart; it knew who treated it well and who did not, and it never forgot.

Like the scheming Pu Aihua, even though he went to great lengths to get chicken feed and mealworms, he still couldn't get close to Xiao Jiu.

It was only natural for it to loathe him since he had lusted over Little Bird at first sight.

Chen Fei tentatively asked, "I want to know, how did I get back here?"

Chef Abel couldn't quite believe his ears and asked worriedly, "Ah! You don't know? Did you hit your head?"

How did I get back here?

Don't you have any idea?

"Of course not!"

Chen Fei immediately shook his head.

How could he not know if his head had been injured?

"You were brought back strapped to a gyroplane."

It was at this moment that someone else entered the shack.

"Rookie, are you awake?"

Chen Fei and Chef Abel both stood up spontaneously.

"Manager Hanna!"

"Manager Hanna!"

"There's still soup on the stove, I have to hurry back."

Upon seeing the one-eyed female manager, Chef Abel was as a mouse seeing a cat, hastily finding an excuse to make a quick getaway.

He might have been able to slip away, but Chen Fei had no such luck.

"Manager Hanna, why have you come back?"

No sooner had he spoken, than he realized it was a pointless question.

If he had already returned to Aircrew Base 911, then it wasn't at all surprising that the female executive manager was close behind.

The executive manager, Hanna Gagar, spoke unhurriedly, "There's been a new development in the corporate war. Aircrew Base 909 has been retaken by Merman Brothers Consortium, not just 909, but also 910, 912, and 913. These four aircrew bases are now all owned by Merman Brothers Consortium, and Aircrew Base 911 is now truly besieged on all sides."

With the example of Aircrew Base 909, the other three nearby aircrew bases, 910, 912, and 913, naturally didn't have the courage to collaborate with the Merman Brothers Consortium.

If they provoked retaliation from 911, the loss would outweigh the gain.

So the aggressive Merman Brothers Consortium immediately demonstrated their deep-pocketed industry leader prowess by buying out the contractors and aircrew bases all in one fell swoop, with an offer no one could refuse.

As a result, for Chen Fei and Hanna Gagar to keep filching Aircrew Base 909 was now pointless.

The game had changed and if they did not adapt, they would definitely get hammered.

Aircrew Base 911 temporarily didn't lack supplies, but what about personnel?

Having lost the strong backing of Apocalypse Defense, if the Merman Brothers Consortium were determined to pay with lives, Aircrew Base 911 wouldn't last even a day.

"No problem, when friends come we have good wine, when enemies come we have shotguns, let's just fight it out."

Chen Fei wasn't concerned about the situation at Aircrew Base 911.

At this critical juncture, it wasn't a matter of begging for mercy or seeking peace. Both sides were bound to have a fierce confrontation.

Our ancestors told us, peace is never talked into existence, it's fought for.

"Now there's another question, what on Earth did you do to end up in deep sleep for 24 hours, unreachable even by shouting?"

The female executive manager's gaze, with her one remaining eye, continuously scanned Chen Fei, making him feel uncomfortably scrutinized.

"I didn't do anything, ahhh, I guess I tried a Neanderthal tribe's Secret Technique."

Finally, Chen Fei remembered. After activating the 15-second Secret Technique, he felt inexplicably exhausted and eventually fell asleep without realizing it. He had not expected to sleep so deeply.

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