Chapter 111: Section 111 - Drunk Again

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The three transport aircraft that arrived at Aircrew Base 911 were almost fully loaded.

In addition to nearly fifty passengers, the cargo included four main components of the "Big Mouth Monster" and related consumables, a batch of specially made weapons and equipment, and a very expensive Crystal Energy Storage Station for emergencies, capable of sustaining the 24-hour daily consumption of the entire Aircrew Base 911.

Of course, power guzzlers like the Magnetic Catcher, which even the Target Low Temperature Nuclear Fusion Energy Tower couldn't support for long, were not included.

As the uncle of his niece, McAllen had gone to great lengths, sending reliable personnel and transporting important materials to provide as much protection as possible for his Little Hana, leaving a way out as well.

The damned Merman Brothers Consortium had no sense of fairness in combat. They declared war and then immediately followed with an attack, giving Apocalypse Defense Group no chance to prepare.

While the three transport aircraft were being unloaded, McAllen Gagar had lunch with his niece Hanna, talked for a while, and then boarded one of the medium transport aircraft, which took off one after the other, taking away some fired employees sent home to eat their own damn food, including the HR manager Takar who was incompetent, whose fellow countrymen and relatives—except for the main chef Singh who turned against them at a crucial moment—stayed behind, primarily because the always clean-oriented Chef Singh despised his countrymen's lack of hygiene, so he had no psychological burden in betraying them.

A small transport aircraft stayed behind.

The people McAllen Gagar brought were integrated into various departments, effectively easing the manpower shortage at the entire aircrew base, especially in the security team, which suffered the greatest casualties, adding more than a dozen veterans which greatly strengthened the overall capability.

The "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron also welcomed new members: the pilots of the small transport aircraft, Ethan Karna and Keller Karna, were twins.

Squadron Leader Chekhov, bored out of his mind, immediately came up with call signs for the brothers: the older brother Ethan was nicknamed "Octagon," and the younger brother Keller was nicknamed "Cinnamon." Together as Octagon and Cinnamon, never apart like jiao and Meng in a stew, they formed a fragrant duo inseparable from the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron. Enjoy more content from мѵʟ

Chen Fei always felt that Big Bear was doing this on purpose, taking revenge for the time he hit him with a bottle; otherwise, the newcomers could have just as easily have been named "Hocks" or "Soup Cat" or something!

So next time he got the chance, he was determined to hit harder and knock Big Bear straight into a concussion.

The twin brothers were quite happy with their new call signs, and not only could they fly small transport aircraft, but they could also fly the MiG-28, greatly enhancing the combat capability of the "Genuine Fragrance" combat flight squadron.

It seemed Manager Hanna's uncle had handpicked these talents to reinforce the strength of Aircrew Base 911.

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After leveling Aircrew Base 909, the conflict with the Merman Brothers Consortium came to a temporary pause, and the materials brought by the uncle of the executive manager were just what Aircrew Base 911 desperately needed.

The mechanic team worked night and day using the "Big Mouth Monster" components delivered by the transport aircraft and the spare parts from the storage containers, assembling six "Big Mouth Monsters" at once to avoid a situation where there would be no fighters available due to battle damage in upcoming fights.

Fortunately, Apocalypse Defense Group did not fully waste the transport capacity of the "Luo Jing Number" heavy transport airship; the existing reserves of parts at Aircrew Base 911 were enough to assemble ten additional "Big Mouth Monsters" and four MiGs-28.

While these fighter reserves were more than sufficient for handling magical beasts and mutants, they might not be enough for corporate warfare, so having one more meant an extra measure of self-protection.

The workload for assembling spare fighters was so high that Chen Fei, novice thrown into the fray, gained proficiency in the craft and could even manage the assembly of "Big Mouth Monster" independently.

She was picking on the newcomer!

picking on little Chen Fei wouldn't give her, a Level C wind-type ability user, an opportunity to cause some mischief.

Raising her hand, a wind blade appeared. Where's the beef?

Gone!!!

"There's some!"

Chen Fei reluctantly brought out his own midnight snack.

He knew at a glance the Executive Manager must have been drinking on an empty stomach, since she got drunk so quickly.

The hand-brined salted duck eggs reached perfection; the egg whites were tender as snow, the yolks bright red and oozing oil. He scooped one up with chopsticks and the gleaming egg oil couldn't be stopped. There was also a plate of pig's head meat, bearing a striking resemblance to "Salo," a type of fatty salt meat from Chekhov's hometown, perfect to accompany drinks.

Hanna Gagel picked up a salted duck egg, peeled it cleanly, and threw it straight into her mouth... her eyes immediately bulged, choking to the point of questioning life.

"Hiss, hiss! Are these eggs made of salt?"

The Executive Manager looked at the duck egg and then at the greasy plate of pig's head meat, filled with trepidation, unsure of how to digest it all.

"Take small bites, sandwich the salted egg in bread, that's the proper way to eat it."

Chen Fei took out a piece of bread, tore off a small piece of salted duck egg that soaked up plenty of egg oil with chopsticks, and savored it delightfully!

Gulp, gulp!

Hanna Gagel grabbed the bottle of liquor and began chugging, washing away most of the salty taste, wincing as the main act began.

"We've been abandoned at Aircrew Base 911!"

"Oh, what else?"

Chen Fei remained calm and collected, as this wasn't his first rodeo.

When the Executive Manager got drunk and wild, it was never good news. As a mere employee, as long as he got his Silver, he wasn't worried about the sky falling—it had tall people holding it up.

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