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"The old man was a good person, mourn with moderation."
Squadron Leader Chekhov, temporarily released, stood beside Chen Fei, well aware of the relationship between the old man and this young fellow.
This guy finally sobered up, and upon opening his eyes, found himself unexpectedly in the Solitary Confinement Room. Remembering the absurd things he'd done, he didn't complain. Compared to being able to return alive, spending a few days in confinement was nothing.
Drinking was a must, as for the future... let destiny take its course.
Humbly admit to mistakes, but never repent.
"Hmm!"
Chen Fei responded with a sound.
The flames grew fiercer, and billows of black smoke rose up.
Chef Abel came over, one arm in a sling, but otherwise not seriously hurt. It had just been dislocated during last night's battle and had just been set back in place. He wouldn't be able to exert much force for ten to fifteen days. He patted Chen Fei's shoulder with his other hand.
"Mourn with moderation!"
Then came the maintenance chief, Xiao Ming, several mechanics, followed by the pilots from the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron.
They all came by to give Chen Fei a pat on the shoulder.
The last one, however, was Hanna Gagel.
"Mourn with moderation!"
Even after a careful wash and a change of clothes, the woman executive manager still had a faint smell of alcohol on her.
She took control once again, and the daunting 911 Aircrew Base seemed to find its backbone, stabilizing once more. Although she, like Squadron Leader Chekhov, had drunk herself into a disappearance, it was still better than rashly seeking the enemy for a bayonet fight.
"Thank you!"
Chen Fei nodded.
After burning for more than an hour, the fire gradually subsided, and all the bodies had been turned to ash.
Not all the ashes were completely incinerated. The people in charge of collecting the ashes used entrenching tools to crush the thoroughly burned bones into even finer pieces and then gathered them into earthen jars.
Chen Fei did not leave this task to others but chose to do it himself.
He carefully gathered Old Master Barut's final remains in this world, sealed the jar meticulously, wrapped it thoroughly in cloth, and then, still holding the hot jar, walked out of the base without a backward glance, raising his hand to beckon.
The "Blood Spike" lying by the firepit whooshed into his hand.
System: Ding! Unknown alloy found, 112.531 kilograms. Absorb? Yes/No|?
No!
The old man had no living kin, lonely and alone in the world; where he died, he would be buried.
Outside the Aircrew Base, he found a sunlit slope and dug a large hole with the "Blood Spike." He placed the jar containing the ashes at the bottom of the hole, filled the soil and compacted it, forming a burial mound, and scattered grass seeds. He then split a rock plate, and the sharp "Blood Spike" effortlessly etched deep marks on the surface of the stone.
Here lies Neanderthal warrior Barut. May he rest in peace, **** year * month * day. Inheritor: Chen Fei. Erected by
"Old Master, rest in peace!"
Chen Fei took out a bottle of fruit wine brewed by Barut himself. He drank half the bottle in one go, taking a long breath of the alcohol, and after touching the bottle against the stone grave marker, placed it down.
Picking up the "Blood Spike," he got up and left.
System: Ding! Unknown alloy found, 112.531 kilograms. Absorb? Yes/No|?
Yes!
The "Blood Spike" in his hand rapidly shrank and became smaller.
System: Ding! Energy Points +1
Individual Information:
State: Larval Form
"My Little Hanna, it's been a long time since I've seen you."
"Uncle McAllen, it's only been a bit over a month."
Hanna Gagel smiled and embraced the man.
He was not only a shareholder and director of Apocalypse Defense but also her father's younger brother.
"Isn't there a saying, 'A day apart feels like three years'? My Little Hanna, are you getting used to it here?"
The middle-aged man in a white suit, McAllen Gager, surveyed his surroundings, faintly noticing the signs of battle.
The ugly scars of war wouldn't disappear in a day or two.
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"I've just gotten used to it."
Hanna Gagel wore a bitter smile.
Not long ago, due to immense pressure, she had gotten thoroughly drunk.
When she sobered up, what needed to be faced still had to be faced, and the pressure didn't diminish in the slightest.
All sorts of problems were cropping up at Aircrew Base 911, forcing the female executive manager to devote herself completely without rest or sleep, to the point that she didn't even have time to consider getting drunk again.
McAllen Gager patted his niece's shoulder and said, "Don't rush, take it slow, things will get better."
Then he turned around, pointing at the three transport planes, and said, "I've brought you forty-five people, you can trust them completely, along with a batch of equipment and supplies. This is the most I could get with my highest authority, and I'm leaving this small transport plane for you as well."
After all, he was a shareholder of Apocalypse Defense Group and one of the board members, so pulling together a batch of people and things was certainly within his purview.
From the planes, a group of people disembarked one after another, the majority of whom were armed security personnel.
Hanna Gagel was about to show a look of surprise but then seemed to think of something and frowned.
"Uncle, has the situation deteriorated to an irreversible extent?"
The intention behind leaving a small transport plane became even clearer: it was an escape route.
The Apocalypse Defense Group not only suffered a resounding defeat in the corporate warfare but even the partial victories achieved by Aircrew Base 911 couldn't reverse the overall situation.
"Ah! You're always so clever!"
McAllen Gager sighed and then said, "Actually, I'd prefer if you left with me."
"No, I will not leave!"
Fighting hard for an opportunity to be put into practical service, especially being in charge of an entire aircrew base, Hanna Gagel wouldn't allow herself to be a deserter.
"Just as stubborn as your father!"
McAllen Gager looked at his niece and suddenly smiled, saying, "Haha, truly worthy of the Gager bloodline, all of you are stubborn to a fault, not even a locomotive could drag you back."
"But still, thank you, Uncle!"
Hanna Gagel hugged her uncle, full of gratitude.
"I'm just a minor shareholder, there's not much I can help you with!"
McAllen Gager suddenly became serious and spoke solemnly, "You need to be careful, Merman Brothers United has lodged a complaint with the Global United Defense Committee, claiming that Aircrew Base 911 is harboring remnants of the Third Era Civilization, which could potentially cause trouble. Remember what I said, don't overstrain yourself, if you sense danger, leave immediately.
This is war; don't hesitate. Protecting yourself is how you can accomplish more."
"I understand, Uncle!"
Hanna Gagel nodded vigorously.
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