split sky ride

Chapter 111 - The Arrival of Support
"The old man is a good man, you should mourn."

Squadron Captain Chekov, who was temporarily released, stood beside Chen Fei. He was very clear about the relationship between the old man and this kid.

This guy finally sobered up, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself in the confinement room. When he remembered the absurd behavior he had done, he didn't complain. Compared to being able to come back alive, being confined for a few days is nothing at all.

Alcohol is for drinking, what happens in the future...everything depends on fate.

Humbly admit your mistakes and never repent.

"Ok!"

Chen Fei responded.

The flames became more and more intense, and black smoke billowed up.

Chef Abel came over with one arm hanging, but it was not a serious problem, but it was accidentally dislocated in the battle last night, and he had just reset it, and he couldn't use it for ten days and a half months. The other hand patted Chen Fei's shoulder.

"Sorry!"

Then came the mechanic chief Xiao Ming, several mechanics, and then the pilots of the "Zhenxiang" squadron.

They came over one by one and patted Chen Fei on the shoulder.

The last one was Hana Gargle.

"Sorry!"

Even after washing up and changing clothes, the female executive manager still smelled faintly of alcohol.

She presided over the overall situation again, and the panic-stricken 911 air base seemed to have regained its backbone and settled down again. Although, like the captain of Chekov, he was drunk and disappeared, but it was better than rashly going to the enemy to fight the bayonet Be strong.

"Thank you!"

Chen Fei nodded.

After burning for more than an hour, the fire gradually died down, and all the remains were burned to ashes.

The ashes are not all ashes. The person in charge of collecting the ashes used an engineer shovel to smash the burnt bones into smaller pieces, and then collected them in clay pots.

Chen Fei did not pretend to be someone else, but chose to do it himself.

Carefully gathered the last remnant of old man Barut in this world, carefully sealed it, wrapped it tightly with a cloth, then walked out of the base with the still hot clay pot, raised his hand without looking back.

The "blood thorn" found next to the fire flew into his hand with a whoosh.

System: Ding!Found 112.531 kilograms of unknown alloy, whether to absorb: Yes/No |?
no!
The old man had no relatives alive, and was alone, buried where he died.

I found a sunny hillside outside the air crew base, dug a big pit with "blood thorns", put the clay pots containing the ashes into the bottom of the pit, filled the soil and compacted it, piled up a mound, sprinkled grass seeds, After splitting a stone slab, the sharp "blood thorn" carved deep marks on the surface of the slate without any effort.

The resting place of Barut, the Neanderthal warrior, on **** * * * month *, heir: Chen Fei.
"Grandpa, rest in peace!"

Chen Fei took out a bottle of fruit wine brewed by Barut himself, drank half of the bottle in one gulp, let out a long breath, touched the remaining half bottle of wine to the stone tombstone, and then put it down.

Pick up the "blood thorn", get up and leave.

System: Ding!Found 112.531 kilograms of unknown alloy, whether to absorb: Yes/No |?
Yes!
The "blood thorn" in his hand quickly shortened and became smaller.

System: Ding!Energy point +1
Personal information:

Status: juvenile

Stamina: 12/12
Explosive power: 57/60
Hunger: 90%
Active time: 110 hours
Energy points: 12/5000
My skills:
1. Devour metal
2. Pupil of Tyranny (consumes 1 energy point, lasts for 15 seconds, cools down for 15 seconds)
3. Element body evolution database (3), classification: none/management
4. Mystery: Daredevil

5. Optical Viewer Basic Level 2: Twilight Enhancement (Level 3 requires 100 energy points)
Management->Create a new category "Cold Weapon", successfully created
Element Evolution Database (3), Category: Cold Weapons (3)/Management
task list:

1. Swallow 1 ton of metal, gain energy point +1 (daily task)
2. Dance with the missile for 18 seconds/60 seconds in total, the posture should be beautiful, and the energy point +200 can be obtained
When he returned to the air base, Chen Fei had already sorted out his system.

He moved some personal items from the dormitory into the shed where the energy tower is located. The old man left a lot of things behind, not only the secret techniques passed down by himself, but because he has no relatives, all of them belong to him now, which is reasonable and legal.

There are not many things, Xingyuan has about [-] yuan in cash. Apart from a small amount of personal items, there are about a dozen boxes, about five or six hundred catties of various canned meats, some unknown animal minions and teeth, and a dozen or so pieces of the same quality. The not-so-high gemstones are colorful, and they are probably souvenirs that were collected by accident.

Drinks are the most important thing. There are thousands of bottles of liquor of different brands, and there are hundreds of catties of self-brewed fruit wine, and ten catties of them are about to pass the best flavor period.

There is a set of fermentation tanks and stills for wine making, which are well maintained, bright and spotless, and the unused wine mother is about more than 100 catties. According to the old man's drinking method, it can probably be used for a year. two years.

Empty bottles are useless, they are all left over from drinking in the past few years, and they can just be used to put new wine in old bottles.

After Target's low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower was turned off, it no longer emitted heat, and could not continue to provide the electricity needed for lighting, which made the light in the shed insufficient. In addition, the drunk manager Hana threw the wind blade at her hand, A large area of ​​plants was flattened. No matter how hard Chen Fei took care of it, he even remodeled the steel structure shed. He replaced the iron wall panels that were dented during the battle and a few nearby pieces with light-transmitting recycled glass bricks to introduce as much light as possible. outdoor light.

But after two or three days, the plants in the shed were still drooping and sluggish.
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The superior head office of the 911 air base fell into internal and external troubles, which became more and more serious.

Not only the various departments, but even the board of directors, which represents the will of the shareholders, are constantly arguing with each other every day. The cohesion and centripetal force of the company have been shaken, which makes people feel emotional. The personnel department receives many resignations every day, and some departments have serious brain drain. , It is difficult to carry out normal work and is overwhelmed.

As the situation worsened, Hana Garger encountered trouble in contacting the headquarters of the Apocalypse Defense Group. Except for the first batch of bonuses and advance wages that were applied for in the first place, the material list and supplementary manpower for the re-apply were not available. Still nowhere in sight.

Even the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which she used to be very familiar with, suddenly became unfamiliar due to frequent personnel changes. The original leaders and colleagues disappeared, replaced by a group of strangers with bad attitudes.

These changes made the female executive manager feel more and more heavy.

Another two or three days passed.

A small transport plane and two medium transport planes landed successively on the main takeoff and landing runway of the 911 Air Base.

The female executive manager who had been waiting for a long time immediately greeted the small transport plane among the three transport planes that had stopped firmly on the tarmac.

More than a dozen armed men with live ammunition came out first, and the last one came out was a middle-aged man in a white suit, facing the blazing sun, his eyes narrowed slightly, and when he saw Hana Gagel, he immediately revealed smiled.

"My little Hana, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Uncle McAllen, it's only been a month."

Hana Gagle smiled and hugged each other.

The other party is not only a shareholder and director of Tianqi Defense Group, but also her father's younger brother.

"Isn't there a saying? Not seeing each other every day is like three autumns, my little Hana, are you still used to it here?"

McAllen Gargle, a middle-aged man in a white suit, looked around and could vaguely see the traces of the battle.

Ugly scars from wars cannot be removed in a day or two.

"Just getting used to it."

Hana Gargle turned into a wry smile.

Not long ago, because of the enormous pressure, she got drunk.

After waking up, you still have to face what you should face, and the pressure will not decrease at all.

The entire 911 air crew base was full of various situations, so the female executive manager had to devote herself wholeheartedly without sleep or food, and she didn't even have the time to get drunk.

McAllen Gargle patted his niece on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, take your time, it will get better."

Then he turned around, pointed to the three transport planes and said: "I sent you 45 people, you can trust them completely, and a batch of equipment and supplies, which I won with my greatest authority, this small transport plane Leave it to you too."

Anyway, he is also a shareholder of Tianqi Defense Group, and he is also a member of the board of directors. After all, he is qualified to draw a group of people and things over.

A group of people came down from the plane one after another, more than half of them were armed men with live ammunition.

Hana Gargle was about to show a surprised expression, but seemed to think of something, and frowned.

"Uncle, is the situation so bad that it is irreparable?"

The intention to keep a small transport plane is becoming more and more obvious. This is a way out.

In this corporate war, Apocalypse Defense Group not only suffered a major defeat on the open battlefield, but even the partial victory achieved at the 911 Air Base was unable to reverse the entire situation.

"Oh! You are always so clever!"

McAllen Gagle sighed, and continued: "Actually, I would rather you leave with me."

"No, I will never leave!"

Finally, there was a chance to decentralize and be pragmatic, especially to control an entire air base, and Hana Garger did not allow herself to be a deserter.

"Just as stubborn as your father!"

McAllen Gaggle looked at his niece, suddenly smiled, and said, "Haha, as expected of the blood of our Gagle family, all of them are deadly and stubborn, and they can't be dragged back with a locomotive."

"However, thank you, Uncle!"

Hana Gagle hugged her uncle gratefully.

"I'm just a small shareholder, and there's not much I can do to help you!"

McAllen Gargle suddenly put away his smile, and said with a serious face: "You have to be careful, the Mayman Brothers jointly complained to the Global Joint Defense Committee that the 911 Air Base hides the remnants of the third era civilization. Something will happen, and the same sentence, don’t force yourself, if you feel danger, leave immediately, this is war, don’t hesitate, only by protecting yourself can you do more things.”

"I know that, Uncle!"

Hana Gagle nodded emphatically.
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(End of this chapter)