Chen Fei didn't dare to reveal more of the truth to his parents, fearing that it would only make them worry more.
After making countless assurances and sweet-talking for a long ti, he was finally able to hang up the call, sling his shoulder tool bag over, and take Little Bird to work.
His dad, mom, and little sister all still believed that Chen Fei was just an apprentice chanic hiding in the rear echelons, far from the front line, which naturally ensured his safety.
They had no idea that the unlucky souls who had died at the hands of this honest child already numbered in the double digits, including mages and supernatural power users.
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In this corporate war, as the initiating party, rman Brothers United would not easily give up, and neither would the female executive manager who had lost her only uncle.
Despite showing her vulnerable side to Chen Fei in private, Manager Hanna, in the eyes of most people, and most of the ti, was a true iron lady, never passively waiting to be attacked, always taking the initiative to strike.
Hanna Gagar even wanted to take the battle to the doorstep of the rman Brothers Consortium, even into their ho, since the main Apocalypse Defense Group was not supportive, she would go it alone.
Although internal divisions within the Apocalypse Defense Group had intensified and were far from being settled in the short term, Hanna Gagar's plans still won the support of so group shareholders, which ant the support of directors.
The death of McAllen Gager was not the only director and shareholder to die during corporate conflicts, not everyone was intimidated; on the contrary, it kindled a shared enmity, as no one wanted to be the next casualty.
Recently, a heavy transport airship had delivered a massive amount of supplies, and now so directors had co together to advance a large sum of money to Aircrew Base 911, enough to guarantee all employee's salaries for a year, including full bonuses during the ti of corporate conflict, all of which was to be paid within three days.
At least for the coming year, Hanna Gagar didn't need to worry about provisions.
With strong troops, sturdy horses, and ample provisions, Aircrew Base 911 now possessed strength beyond that of an ordinary aircrew base.
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Step one: Break the blockade of the rman Brothers Consortium.
Thump!
Chen Fei's head jerked to the side, and he stumbled a few steps but didn't fall.
System: Ding! Absorbed 49.15 grams of alloy material, composition ratio: tungsten 85%, copper 7%, iron 4%, nickel 3%...
System: Ding! Suffered gunshot 15/1000 tis, gained Energy Points 100!
Chen Fei said helplessly, "I've been shot, direction 5!"
His head hurt!
It was genuinely painful!
Both psychologically and physiologically, it was a double tornt.
Bang!~
The sound of the gunshot arrived belatedly.
The Dog System had a new mission, and it was particularly perilous.
Mission list:
1. Devour 1 ton of tal, gain Energy Points 1 (daily task)
2. System: Ding! Dance with missiles for a cumulative 18 seconds/60 seconds, move gracefully, gain Energy Points 200!
3. System: Ding! Suffered gunshot 15/1000 tis, gain Energy Points 100!
4. System: Ding! Suffered shelling 0/10 tis, gain Energy Points 100!
5. System: Ding! Stepped on landmines 0/20 tis, gain Energy Points 100!
It's not just gunshots...
Gun execution, shelling, landmine kills, does this damn system want dead faster?
Oh, my life!
Monts later, another muffled sound ca from a distance, followed closely by another.
The sound of the gun always lagged behind the bullet, delayed by one second per three hundred-plus ters; if you were good at ntal math, you could roughly calculate the distance to the shooter's location.
"Sniper cleared!"
A deep voice ca through his ear.
Another voice followed closely after.
"Continue advancing according to the planned schedule."
Chen Fei rubbed his head, which had been hit by a 12.7 mm caliber bullet, and continued to walk forward.
About 1100 ters to the north, two bodies lay among the rocks, spaced more than ten ters apart.
One's head was almost completely blown off, spewing brains everywhere, with a large-caliber sniper rifle propped in front of him, its barrel still warm. The other remained in a dancing posture, a large hole opened in his chest, and a giant multi-mode telescope discarded beside him.
Whether in the sky or on the ground, the job of "bait," Chen Fei was definitely cut out for it.
In fact, in Aircrew Base 911, no one was better suited to it than him.
Others would die imdiately if they took a bullet; only Chen Fei could be shot for at least an hour.
Bullets couldn't kill him; he could only be worn out by them.
As the price for acting as bait, at least half of the spoils of war belonged to Chen Fei.
At an altitude of 12,000, a drone was keeping an eye on Chen Fei's location.
This was an air-to-ground integrated bait trap, dynamically capturing prey at random.
A net from heaven to earth sealed off the entire Aircrew Base 911.
The female executive manager used her enemies' own tactics against them, weaving another net from heaven to earth, and began to silently sweep up the riffraff near the Aircrew Base.
The ard personnel sent by McAllen Gager for his dear niece were almost all veterans of many battles, whose talents would be wasted if they were rely added to the security team.
After gaining the support of part of the corporate board, executive manager Hanna Gagel decisively took proactive action.
She personally led a team of five elite veterans, while another group of elite soldiers, including the greenhorn Chen Fei, started a "hunt" for enemy personnel near Aircrew Base 911.
The forr used high-tech thods, capturing unusual sounds transmitted from all directions by the wind with Wind-type Psionic Ability, amplifying their sense of hearing indefinitely to actively search for targets, and attacking from a distance with sniper rifles or killing up close with their special abilities.
The latter, on the other hand, was passively taking hits; if the enemy didn't move, neither did they, but if the enemy moved, they lay flat.
No enemy would ever pass up such a conspicuously foolish lad, and it was at this mont that hunter and prey often appeared together...
Different thods, but the results were converging paths.
Like the two-person sniper team that was just killed, within a re three days, they had successfully eliminated five groups, and the weapons and ammunition they collected allowed Chen Fei to make a small fortune.
While the firearms and ammunition didn't fall into his hands, he could still cash in the small bills.
After trekking on foot for more than a week, Chen Fei gradually approached Aircrew Base 909.
The four oversized Tricycles assembled by Aircrew Base 911 had dropped supplies for him and manager Hanna's hunting team.
The sixty PT6A series engines stored inside the containers were not only the main engines for the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft, but they were also mature general-purpose engines in their own right, completely sufficient for high-end player-class Tricycles, and even sowhat overqualified.
The oversized Tricycle, with shockingly low technical requirents, had a minimum takeoff weight of 1.1 tons, a rated payload of 1 ton, a top flight speed of 300 kiloters per hour, couldn't fly very high, and had zero defense—far less capable than the "Big Mouth Monster".
But with its excellent controllability, high safety factor, a prototype of eat less, pull more, and run faster, it offers outstanding cost-performance ratio.
The total carrying capacity of the four oversized Tricycles alone surpassed that of the small transport plane, equivalent to having an additional transport plane—they could carry people and cargo, and could also be ard temporarily, doubling as attack aircraft against ground targets.
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Perhaps because the retaliation from Aircrew Base 911 was too ruthless (the raid by "Peanut Butter" Chekhov and the greenhorn Chen Fei, both of whom got seriously drunk), apart from Aircrew Base 909 swallowing the bitter fruits of their own seeking, no other aircrew base dared to cooperate with rman Brothers Consortium, fearing that the fighter jets from Aircrew Base 911 would suddenly erge, bombarding wildly and killing rcilessly.
After all, corporate warfare was not just for show; once a decision was made to stand on the opposing side, there was no expecting rcy from the adversary.
As a result, due to the operational radius limitation of combat aircraft, the aerial forces of rman Brothers Consortium were temporarily unable to strike at Aircrew Base 911, which was also out of reach for them.
Now, only so small tricks on the ground remained, and they were being eliminated one by one.
It seed that even the eighth-ranked giant military contractor didn't gain much advantage, and rman Brothers Consortium was probably very troubled by Apocalypse Defense Group, which appeared to have a way of predicting the future, having delivered massive supplies to Aircrew Base 911 ahead of ti.
The small Aircrew Base was not at all afraid of a war of attrition and had plenty of resources to last.
Holding a pair of binoculars, Chen Fei gazed at Aircrew Base 909 in the distance and said, "Manager Hanna, I want to take a look inside 909."
His request was imdiately relayed to the female executive manager located in another direction from Aircrew Base 911.
Hanna Gagel had just finished a battle, and while wiping off her sweat and holding a satellite phone, she frowned and said, "Rookie, have you discovered anything?"
Chen Fei candidly replied, "It's precisely because I haven't discovered anything."
If he had discovered sothing, he wouldn't be foolishly charging into the enemy's base.
From the drone surveillance high in the sky, Aircrew Base 909 appeared to have been abandoned, with scars from the aftermath of war everywhere, in complete disarray, without a single figure moving around, and no signs of any cleanup efforts.
It seed that after a round of bombing, the survivors did not hesitate to evacuate this base that was almost flattened.
"Be careful!"
If Chen Fei hadn't suddenly awakened a tal Elental Psychic Power that made him impervious to swords and guns, Hanna Gagel would never let such a civilian with no combat experience risk entering the ambiguously dangerous Aircrew Base 909 so recklessly.
500 ters from Aircrew Base 909.
Without any warning, an enormous force erupted beneath his feet, and amidst the deafening blast, Chen Fei was lifted skyward... He ascended to the heavens!
He shot up more than 30 ters vertically, then free-fell for three and a half rotations with a difficulty factor of 13 (out of a perfect score of 10)—anyone who survived wasn't human.
Splat! He landed face-first in the mud, with a posture as precise as sothing from a textbook.
Where was the applause? Where were the cheers? Clap clap clap clap... There should be a reward here!
"Hey, Chen Fei, Chen Fei, are you alright?"
The earpiece was solidly built, miraculously surviving the explosion, and the dizzy Chen Fei, puffing out a wisp of green smoke, coughed and said, "Just a landmine, nothing serious, normal operation, normal operation, I'm fine!"
System: Ding! Absorbed 11 grams of low carbon steel, composition ratio: Iron 99.5%, Carbon...
System: Ding! Stepped on a landmine 1/20 tis, received Energy Points 100!
This could work!
Ditching the burden, he advanced lightly equipped—for glory, forward!!!
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