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 equipnt, and a very expensive Crystal Energy Storage Station for ergencies, 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 rman Brothers Consortium had no sense of fairness in combat. They declared war and then imdiately 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 dium transport aircraft, which took off one after the other, taking away so fired employees sent ho to eat their own damn food, including the HR manager Takar who was incompetent, whose fellow countryn and relatives—except for the main chef Singh who turned against them at a crucial mont—stayed behind, primarily because the always clean-oriented Chef Singh despised his countryn'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 departnts, 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 welcod new mbers: the pilots of the small transport aircraft, Ethan Karna and Keller Karna, were twins.
Squadron Leader Chekhov, bored out of his mind, imdiately ca up with call signs for the brothers: the older brother Ethan was nicknad "Octagon," and the younger brother Keller was nicknad "Cinnamon." Together as Octagon and Cinnamon, never apart like jiao and ng in a stew, they ford 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 ti he hit him with a bottle; otherwise, the newcors could have just as easily have been nad "Hocks" or "Soup Cat" or sothing!
So next ti 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 seed 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 rman Brothers Consortium ca to a temporary pause, and the materials brought by the uncle of the executive manager were just what Aircrew Base 911 desperately needed.
The chanic 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 ant an extra asure 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.
He was already studying the technical manual of the MiG-28 jet fighter, starting to systematically catch up on what he needed to learn.
After all, to beco a qualified chanic, it was absolutely insufficient to have expertise only in repairing one type of aircraft.
Beyond assembling spare "Big Mouth Monsters" turboprop aircraft, the chanic team also undertook the construction of other facilities.
The original operational goals of Aircrew Base 911 were to combat magical beasts and mutants; now that they were at war with an industry giant, the existing equipnt and facilities were outdated and urgently needed upgrades to both air and ground alert and defense capabilities.
For instance, to address the power shortages caused by the Energy Tower strike, relying solely on diesel generators was far from sufficient; additional solar and wind power abilities were added, barely restoring to about forty to fifty percent of the original levels, with priority given to the combat departnts.
Less critical facilities like dormitories, bars, and outdoor lighting were either turned off or had their electricity usage restricted.
Aircrew Base 911's nearby high ground had thousands of landmines newly buried, with scouting warning devices deployed, plus mobile hidden sentry posts and small reconnaissance drones. Together with electronic reconnaissance balloons, the whole base was turned into an impregnable fortress to prevent enemies from infiltrating again.
To enhance defenses against EMP (electromagnetic pulse) weapon attacks, a new electronic warfare expert at Aircrew Base 911 personally designed over a dozen plans. Although these would consu a lot of materials and increase power consumption, they could effectively protect electrical circuits.
For so critical equipnt, in addition to shielding layers, an additional Faraday cage was installed as a ans of enhanced protection.
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Upon returning to his hut, Chen Fei took a hot shower to wash off the slls of paint and lubricant mixed with sweat, changed into clean clothes, and was about to light up the kerosene heater when soone with a sll of alcohol and bringing in a cold breeze burst in.
"Rookie, drink with !"
It was that familiar taste again, Executive Manager Hanna Gagel.
After failing to find anyone when she banged on the doors in the dormitory area, she ca to the shed by the Energy Tower and found her imdiately.
Ever since the last ti she ca running over and got drunk as a skunk, she had once again paid a visit, treating Chen Fei as her drinking buddy.
It was strange, Chekhov Big Bear also could not resist alcohol, yet he couldn't quite drink with Manager Hanna, and both of them liked to drag Chen Fei into having a few drinks together.
"Manager Hanna, you're drunk again!"
Chen Fei, watching the Executive Manager staggering like a drunken cat, knew she was under trendous stress and wanted to drown her sorrows in liquor.
"Do you have any snacks? Last ti you left alone, burp! That wasn't very nice!"
Hanna Gagel, who had indulged in a few extra drinks, was completely different in front of Chen Fei compared to usual, behaving with familiarity and without any reservations.
Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, and with no one else around, it was the perfect ti to let loose.
She was picking on the newcor!
picking on little Chen Fei wouldn't give her, a Level C wind-type ability user, an opportunity to cause so mischief.
Raising her hand, a wind blade appeared. Where's the beef?
Gone!!!
"There's so!"
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 at, bearing a striking resemblance to "Salo," a type of fatty salt at from Chekhov's hotown, perfect to accompany drinks.
Hanna Gagel picked up a salted duck egg, peeled it cleanly, and threw it straight into her mouth... her eyes imdiately 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 at, 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 re 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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