Chapter 16

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"...Heartbeat lost, Mage, don't stop the healing spell, CPR (Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation) in sync!"

"Heartbeat restored, watch for ventricular fibrillation, we've brought it back, watch for SIRS (Systemic Inflammatory Response Syndrome) and acute kidney injury."

"Are we really going to use this? Be careful, not a single drop can be wasted, little winged girl, don't just stand there, keep the healing spell going!"

...

No one knew how much time had passed.

"...Beep... beep... beep... beep..."

Hearing the rhythmic beeping of the electronic device, Chen Fei struggled to open his eyes, only to see a blinding white, forcing him to squint again. After a while, he finally adjusted to the brightness around him.

This seemed to be a hospital room. At least he didn't have to ask who he was, where he was, or what he was doing.

The good news was that he had survived.

"Phew..."

Chen Fei let out a long sigh, but the sharp pain in his chest made him wince.

He finally remembered that he had been hit by the urine bottle of the stinky bear, Chekhov, with the second distillation of Erguotou. What rotten luck!

Heavy footsteps came from outside, and then Chen Fei saw the large bear, Chekhov Leonidovich Ivanov, the squad leader of the "Really Fragrant" squad, with his head wrapped in what looked like a "super-sized blue sanitary pad."

At some point, both of them had been shaved completely, not just their heads, but their entire bodies, leaving them truly hairless.

Just as he thought of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. Chekhov's left arm was hanging from his neck, bound with a stabilizer, probably broken.

The scoundrel who had forced him into the "Big Mouth Monster" was still alive. How unjust!

"Hey! Rookie, are you awake?"

Major Chekhov, whose call sign was "Peanut Butter," grinned widely, seeming very pleased to see Chen Fei regain consciousness.

Chen Fei moved his hands and feet, and secretly felt his crotch, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, nothing was missing, and nothing extra had appeared.

He said weakly, "Squad Leader Chekhov, where are we?"

"We're on a medical ship. Don't worry, you'll be back to your old self in no time."

After all, a nearly 600-pound bear like Chekhov recovered quickly. He had woken up two days before Chen Fei and couldn't stay in bed, so he had been flirting with the nurses at the nurse's station in the hallway.

With over forty years of experience, he could betray the world, but he would never betray his love for planes and big breasts.

He didn't discriminate, black, white, or yellow, all were fair game. No racial prejudice, a good habit from not being picky as a child.

After the painful lesson, Chen Fei gritted his teeth and said, "I, Chen Fei, even if I'm poor, even if I die outside, I will never get on a fighter jet again."

This time, he had almost gone to play Go with the King of Hell. There was no place to appeal. Could he hit this big bear? No, he couldn't. The bear could pin him down with one hand and beat him up!

No problem, no problem at all!

More footsteps approached the ward.

"Chen Fei, Chekhov, it's good you're both here. Saves me the trouble of looking for you separately."

A young woman with a patch over her left eye entered Chen Fei's private room, accompanied by several men in black suits wearing sunglasses. A cold breeze swept in with the opening of the automatic door, making everyone shiver.

The quick strumming of the shamisen, the arrival of a dangerous person, and the scattering of dry leaves added to the tense atmosphere.

"Who are you?"

Chekhov sized her up, his eyes narrowing as data cascaded from his pupils like a waterfall.

35-size delicate feet, 96 points!

Evenly shaped legs, 90 points!

Perfectly curved and full buttocks, 90 points!

A4 waist, 95 points!

G-sized headlights, neither too droopy nor too flat, very elastic, 99 points!

White and slender neck, easily held in one hand, 94 points!

Oval face, 95 points, minus 10 points for the eye patch, 85 points!

Skin like congealed fat, hairless, 90 points!

Smooth black hair, neat and tidy, 90 points!

Estimated weight not exceeding 220 pounds, 92 points!

Proportional nine-head body, 90 points!

Removing the highest and lowest scores, the average score was 91.8.

Based on his years of experience, the difficulty coefficient was 9.7, and she had an eye patch, which was off-putting. He decided to give up.

With this free time, he, Major Chekhov, could have manually inspected all the nurses at the nurse's station. Why give up the whole forest for one tree? Was he crazy?

When quality is lacking, quantity can make up for it!

Of course, more is always better, a very Chekhovian thought.

"Internal Affairs Department, Second-Level Inspector, Hana Gager."

The tall, fair-skinned woman with a sharp, almond-shaped eye sized up Chekhov and the bedridden Chen Fei, then raised a small blue book. The cover had a crest surrounded by a floral vine, and the inside had a large photo, department, job history, signature, and a red stamp, looking very official.

Internal Affairs Department...

Chen Fei was bewildered. He had just arrived at the 911 Air Base and hadn't even recognized all the departments. He didn't know what the Internal Affairs Department was.

But he noticed that the big bear Chekhov's mouth twitched slightly, and the expressionless black-suited men made him shrink back, sensing that this department was very powerful.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of awe.

"Hello, hello, Miss Hana!"

Chekhov swallowed nervously, extending his good right hand with a forced smile.

He hadn't expected to attract the attention of the Internal Affairs Department this time.

"I'm here to verify some information."

The one-eyed Hana Gager, Second-Level Inspector of the Internal Affairs Department of Tianqi Defense Group, ignored Chekhov's outstretched hand.

"Ahem, please speak. Oh, let me get you a chair."

Clearing his throat to cover his embarrassment, Chekhov fetched a chair from Chen Fei's bedside, placed it carefully, and wiped it with his sleeve, smiling and saying, "Please sit down!"

After Chekhov set up the chair, the young female inspector remained standing, showing no intention of sitting down. She said expressionlessly, "The KDK-1 hypersonic intelligent missile that killed the gold dragon was launched from your 211 aircraft, correct?"

"Ah!?" Chekhov was taken aback, glanced at Chen Fei, and nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, it was us!"

This was a great achievement, and only a fool would deny it.

Chen Fei, who had managed to sit up halfway, pointed at the big bear and said firmly, "It was him, he made me do it. I didn't know anything. I'm from the maintenance team, not a pilot."

At the time, with adrenaline pumping, he had acted without fear. Now, thinking back, he couldn't help but feel scared. If the gold dragon clan or even the entire dragon race sought revenge, he might as well jump into the sea from this medical ship.

Chekhov: "..."

He was almost driven to the brink by this rookie. What did he mean by those words?

"I understand."

Inspector Hana Gager remained noncommittal.

Comrade Chekhov: "Emmmm..."

Like the meat of December, it's eaten quickly, no, it should be the account of December, settled quickly.

The female inspector raised her hand, and one of the black-suited men opened his briefcase, handing her a document.

Her gaze finally settled on Chen Fei, and she said, "The company has strict regulations to ensure the basic rights of every employee. Merit is rewarded, and faults are punished. Chen Fei, for successfully killing a gold dragon, the company rewards you with 10 million star coins, and your probationary period is over. You will be directly signed to a formal employment contract."

What?

10 million star coins!

Chen Fei's eyes widened (O.O), his breathing quickened, and the pain in his chest disappeared. He felt fully revived on the spot.

With this large sum, he could not only pay off his old debts but also make a profit of 5 million!

Truly, the heavens had eyes!

Are there more gold dragons?

Give me a dozen!

For wealth, people die, and birds perish. I will slay dragons!

An ordinary person could never earn 10 million star coins in a lifetime.

This amount could buy two down payments for the house his brother Chen Shigang had just bought.

No need for a down payment, no need for a mortgage, pay it all at once, and be debt-free, without worrying about the next month's mortgage payment.

Compared to this huge bonus, the early enjoyment of formal employee benefits was insignificant. Most of his salary would go to paying off debts, and the remaining small amount wouldn't significantly improve his current financial situation.

"However..."

Inspector Hana Gager's lips parted, and her tone changed, "At the time, you were critically injured. To save your life, the company used a first-tier magical potion, which brought you back from the brink of death. The 'Life Revival' potion costs 12 million star coins, which will be deducted from your bonus of 10 million. You still owe the company 2 million, to be deducted from your future salary."

Chen Fei's expression grew increasingly grim...

Just when he thought he had a clear path, he found himself in a dead end. Oh no!

One moment he was praising the heavens, the next he was cursing them.

(T△T)

Damn, he might as well be dead.

At least, with life insurance and compensation, the 10 million star coin bonus could be fully given to his family after paying off the debts.

Chen Fei felt extremely depressed and couldn't breathe.

"Hey! Hey! Rookie, what's wrong with you?"

Noticing Chen Fei's worsening condition, Chekhov panicked and shouted, quickly pressing the emergency call button on the bedside table.

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