Chapter 39

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Chen Fei swore that he had only confirmed it for a moment, and then he knew nothing.

He slept until dawn, until he was woken by the alarm clock.

The view before his eyes was still full:

"Illegal operation or incorrect command

Illegal operation or incorrect command

Illegal operation or incorrect command

Illegal operation or incorrect command

……"

He didn't dare to act rashly.

What happened last night?

Dare not think, dare not think……

The only gain was a rare good night's sleep, even without taking sleeping pills, he didn't have any mysterious headache.

After washing up, he filled his stomach casually, fed the little bird a few lively mealworms, and then left the dormitory with two pieces of bread and a whole piece of stewed beef.

Because there was no refrigerator, the bread could last a few more days, but the stewed meat couldn't last too long and had to be eaten as soon as possible.

He could still work in the canteen in the evening, Abel wouldn't let him down.

Little Chiu flew around Chen Fei happily. Its flying ability changed day by day, not only flying longer but also farther. It flew up to the street lamp, landed on nearby shrubs, but soon flew back, landed on his shoulder, and playfully pecked at his collar.

Just as he approached the No. 1 hangar, a figure suddenly darted out, blocking Chen Fei's path, holding a steel crowbar, raised high, and wrapped in a way that, Emm… had that smell.

"Kid…"

"Get out of the way!"

Bang!~

Chen Fei saw Sangeani, whom he had beaten up last night, fly out like a broken kite, landing several meters away, rolling a few more times, and turning into a pile of immobile mud, staring blankly at the sky, beginning to doubt his life.

Oh my!~ So pitiful!

Chen Fei showed a look of sympathy.

A mountain-like figure walked out of the hangar, casually waving his arm as if swatting a fly.

"Xiao Chen, did Chekov give you any trouble? If he did, I'll take you to talk some sense into him."

The maintenance supervisor Xiao Ming clenched his fists, which cracked.

This maintenance supervisor was half Samoyed, the world's strongest race, and half the same race as Chen Fei. Chen Fei's ancestors were good at talking sense, but in various ways, adapting to the situation, not bound by rigid rules.

Last night, Chen Fei had also "talked sense" to the guy lying on the ground now.

It had to be said, this guy's vitality was like a cockroach. After just one night, he was back to his lively self, able to pick up a crowbar and seek revenge, not very dangerous but extremely annoying.

"No, Captain Chekov didn't give me any trouble. I've been selected."

Chen Fei shivered and shook his head quickly.

With Xiao Ming's bear-like build, if the two of them "talked sense," it would certainly be a spectacular scene, and the "talk" would likely be very intense.

Xiao Ming snorted and said, "It seems this guy has finally been beaten into submission. Our maintenance team isn't to be messed with."

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Chen Fei stared at Maintenance Supervisor Xiao Ming in shock. The information in the maintenance team leader's words was huge.

Could it be that Chekov's bruised face last night was actually done by Xiao Ming?

Xiao Ming did a good job!

Xiao Ming did a great job!!

Xiao Ming did an excellent job!!!

Chen Fei had long wanted to beat up that big bear, but his combat ability was only five, and he couldn't win, so he had to endure. He never thought Xiao Ming would take revenge for him, proving that he could not only repair planes but also people.

Unfortunately, he didn't witness it in person, or he would have cheered for Xiao Ming, counting, "One, two, three, four, beat him again, beat this stinky bear to death."

Xiao Ming seemed not to notice Chen Fei's extremely surprised expression, as if it was a trivial matter, and continued calmly, "I've already talked to Manager Morris. Not only with Chekov, but also with Barut's night shift apprentices. Have you decided? If you want to earn more, you have to work harder."

Chen Fei said gratefully, "I've decided. Thank you, Maintenance Supervisor Xiao."

One sheep is herded, two sheep are let loose. He was already a pilot for the combat flight squadron and a two-hour helper for Chef Abel, plus a night shift guarding the energy tower. More or less, it wasn't much.

During the day, he could manage both the maintenance team and the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron. After work, he could help in the kitchen, then take over from the Neanderthal old man Barut. From a time perspective, there wasn't much conflict, and it didn't affect his sleep. It just left him with almost no free time.

For the poor, perhaps all they had left was time.

Having the chance to trade time for money, Chen Fei, who was heavily in debt, was very willing.

Youth is not a time for pleasure. Even without debt, he should work more and save more while he had the energy.

"Chen, I…"

Sangeani, taking advantage of Chen Fei's conversation with Maintenance Supervisor Xiao Ming, leaned on the crowbar and staggered to his feet.

A shadow loomed, and the sky darkened without warning.

Both Sangeani, who had just gotten up, and the maintenance supervisor, who was about to drive away this annoying "fly," looked up at the sky.

The former let out a soul-deep moan, screaming in agony.

"'Phantom-366MAX' airship, it's a heavy transport airship! Oh my God!!"

It turned out this guy was a real aviation enthusiast, not just boasting, and could even name the model.

Following their gazes, Chen Fei also quickly opened his mouth wide.

"So big!"

Viewing it on a screen or in print was completely different from seeing it in person.

This large transport airship almost filled the sky, slowly approaching the ground, creating an indescribable sense of pressure from above.

The air pushed in all directions turned into a strong wind, making it hard to open one's eyes. Chen Fei quickly protected the little bird on his shoulder, so it wouldn't be blown away by the sudden gust.

"Finally here!"

Maintenance Supervisor Xiao Ming remained calm, completely unfazed.

"Supervisor, did you know?"

Hearing Xiao Ming's words, Chen Fei turned his head in confusion.

Xiao Ming nodded and said, "It's a secret, known only to the executive manager and a few middle managers. Go and inform them that the new fighter jets for the airbase have arrived."

"Got it!"

Chen Fei ran into the No. 1 hangar.

As soon as he left, Sangeani, leaning on the crowbar, for some reason, stumbled toward the main runway, tripping and falling after a few steps, but got up and continued running as if he felt no pain.

"Sangeani, what are you doing? Get out of the way, no one is allowed near the runway!"

The control tower, closest to the main runway, quickly noticed this guy, who seemed to be on a high, and shouted through the loudspeaker.

Security personnel nearby rushed over in a rage.

Just as they were about to catch him, several blue-glowing meteors suddenly shot out from the bottom of the large transport airship, plummeting straight to the ground.

Just before touching the ground, a visible shockwave burst out, and the meteors landed smoothly, the blue glow fading to reveal gray exoskeleton tactical armor, holding magnetic rail battle rifles, blocking Sangeani's path.

The 911 airbase security personnel, who were chasing Sangeani, immediately slowed down, looking at the rapidly descending airship marines with suspicion.

This was a fully equipped tactical squad.

They were not part of the military forces of the Enlightenment Defense Group, nor did they belong to any military contractor. They, along with the slowly descending airship, were part of the official combat sequence.

No wonder countries didn't care if military contractors rebelled. The weapons and equipment of private enterprises were generations behind those of the regular defense forces. If they dared to have any ulterior motives, they would be crushed in no time.

"Raise your hands, don't move!"

Fine green laser beams landed on Sangeani, who had abruptly stopped, with at least four points on his forehead.