"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.
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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