Chapter 66

"My God, a living person almost suffocated."

The effort to hold in his urine was considerable. Squadron Leader "Peanut Butter" Lieutenant Colonel Chekhov shook his legs in a fancy way, a look of relief on his face. His shaking technique was as good as his flying skills, almost reaching a level of artistry.

By now, the alcohol had long worn off. The landing of No. 211 "Big Mouth" was steady and flawless, with no trace of error.

The grass was greener and more vibrant.

Look at the runways of all airfields; they are mostly lined with lush green grass, watered day after day.

The ground crew of the 909 Air Base were used to this. Considering the distance from the runway to the toilet, one would have to run a good two miles to relieve oneself, or risk wetting their pants halfway.

As one of the two female pilots in the "Truly Fragrant" combat flight squadron, Deputy Squadron Leader "Devil Pepper" Ilyana Rusev gave a disdainful look at the backs of the men and turned away.

She didn't need to urinate in such an indecent manner; she had adult diapers ready.

The maximum loitering time of the A-39B "Big Mouth" light turboprop attack aircraft is 15 hours, making adult diapers a necessity. If a long-distance mission like today's were required, there would be no toilets along the way.

Children need diapers for physiological reasons, while adults need them for survival.

As the sun set, the five "Big Mouths" of the "Truly Fragrant" combat flight squadron finally returned to the 911 Air Base, successfully completing their mission.

Whether it was fighting monsters or humans, the essence was not much different.

However, the retaliatory strike on the 897 Air Base would not earn them a reward from the Blue Star Global Joint Defense Committee. The 911 Air Base's parent company, Tianqi Defense Group, would bear all the costs. The conflicts between the two military contractors would have to be resolved on their own.

If negotiations failed, they might as well tear off the masks, soldiers against soldiers, commanders against commanders, declare a state of "Corporate War," and fight it out. The one with the hardest punch would win. Those who were dissatisfied could form alliances and fight again until one side conceded.

The cost of "Corporate War" is enormous, and weaker or financially strained military contractors simply can't afford it. A single loss could lead to bankruptcy.

The major players in the sovereign level were not worried about these small-scale private enterprises escalating or expanding conflicts. After all, it's business, not personal. They would fight a few battles in uninhabited areas, see that there was no profit to be gained, and naturally stop and make peace.

"Finally back, let's drink, let's all drink! Roar, roar, hooray!"

Chekhov climbed out of the cockpit, waving his arms and dancing like a bear.

Bang!~

The world suddenly spun without warning.

"Devil Pepper" Ilyana Rusev, who had rushed over, gave him a big back throw and said disdainfully, "Chekhov, what's wrong with you?"

What goes around comes around.

"Dear, what's wrong with you?"

Chekhov, lying on the ground, showed a sly smile.

This little woman had a long memory and was currently in a bad mood. It was best not to provoke her further, or he would suffer today.

"Hmph!~"

The short-haired, spirited girl tore open her anti-G suit, reached into her pants, and threw a steaming, juicy diaper at him, narrowly missing his face.

At the same time, she spat.

The deputy squadron leader had a fiery temper and was never one to be bullied.

"Go drink your dog pee!"

A few drops of moisture landed on Chekhov's face, and he immediately shut his mouth, looking at the small woman who had turned away with a somewhat melancholic expression.

She was wild and full of flavor, but unfortunately, he just couldn't get over it, no matter what.

I've roamed the world for over forty years, and my faith remains unshaken!

Chen Fei silently pulled out his old, second-hand phone with a scratched screen, took a picture, and saved it as a keepsake.

This was his favorite kind of scene.

"Lieutenant Colonel Chekhov Leonidovich Ivanov, your mission bonus and this month's bonus will be deducted and evenly distributed to all members of the 'Truly Fragrant' squadron!"

At that moment, a cold voice rang out.

The new female executive manager, Hana Gager, who the big bear called the one-eyed woman, had arrived at the tarmac and announced the new order.

The pilots of the "Truly Fragrant" combat flight squadron looked at each other in surprise.

The next second, everyone cheered.

Only Chekhov, with a bitter face, muttered, "Damn, what a loss."

The squadron leader's monthly bonus was already more generous than the other members, and with the addition of the mission bonus, it was as if he had worked for nothing this month.

The "Truly Fragrant" squadron's long-planned group plan instantly fell apart, and they were now powerless to resist the new executive manager's drastic measures.

It wasn't fair to blame the others for being too practical and money-driven. The blame could only be placed on Squadron Leader Chekhov for his loose mouth, offending both the executive manager and his deputy.

Now, he had been given a big back throw, a steaming diaper, and had his entire month's bonus deducted. He had no one to blame but himself.

"Tomorrow, a psychologist will be sent from headquarters, and everyone must undergo a psychological evaluation. Also, everyone should remember, we at the 911 Air Base have no such loose mouth."

Manager Hana said this, swaying her hips as she turned and left.

The pilots, including Chen Fei, all looked at the big bear still lying on the ground. Who else could that loose mouth be but him?

"I'm not, I didn't, don't say nonsense!"

Chekhov rolled his eyes and denied it three times.

If he dared to talk nonsense again, Manager Hana could really make this big bear disappear!

"Understood, understood, 'Peanut Butter,' you're a real talent!"

"Following the squadron leader means we get to eat!"

"Thank you, Squadron Leader, for the reward!"

The pilots of the "Truly Fragrant" squadron all gave a thumbs up to the big bear who had just climbed up from the ground.

A real man!

This month's additional bonus was partly due to Lieutenant Colonel Chekhov's efforts.

Hooray!~

The 897 Air Base, which had suffered a major loss, was complaining to their backer, another military contractor, who immediately began negotiations with the Tianqi Defense Group behind the 911 Air Base.

The air base had been bombed, stunk up, and several people had died. Considering the losses in equipment and supplies, it was uncertain whether the base could be rebuilt. However, the crude and vulgar provocation over the communication channel was unbearable.

The military contractor that had suffered heavy losses but was destined to swallow their losses could not seek justice for the retaliatory attack on the 897 Air Base. They could only use this incident to cause trouble for the 911 Air Base, hoping to regain some face.

The new female executive manager, Hana Gager, was not one to be trifled with. She denied everything outright, claiming there was no such person, and blamed it on a passing "three-wheeler." In a public communication channel, anyone could join in.

Even if the other side pursued this, they would likely not find anyone with that accent.

Ding!

Ding! You have a new message, please check!

...

The phone's message notification kept ringing.

Chen Fei pulled out his phone and saw that the long-awaited salary had arrived, and the details made him smile.

The bonus promised by Manager Hana was credited immediately, truly reliable!