Chapter 111 Support Arrives

Chapter 111 - Support Arrives

"The old man is a good man, you have to accept my condolences."

Captain Chekov, who was temporarily released, stood beside Chen Fei. He knew the relationship between the old man and the boy very well.

The guy finally sobered up. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the confinement room. Thinking of the ridiculous things he had done, he did not complain. Compared with being able to come back alive, being in confinement for a few days was nothing.

The wine is to be drunk, and the future... everything depends on fate.

Admit mistakes humbly and never repent.

"Yeah!"

Chen Fei responded.

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

Chef Abel came over with an arm hanging. It was not a big deal. It was just that he accidentally dislocated it in the battle last night. He had just had a reset and could not use much strength for ten days or half a month. He patted Chen Fei's shoulder with his other hand.

"Accept my condolences!"

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

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

The last one was Hana Gagel.

"My condolences!"

Even after a careful wash and a change of clothes, the female executive manager still had a faint smell of alcohol.

She took charge of the overall situation again, and the panicked 911 Air Force Base seemed to have found its backbone and settled down again. Although like Captain Chekov, she got drunk and disappeared, it was better than rashly looking for the enemy to fight with bayonets.

"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 were not completely ashes. The person in charge of collecting the ashes used an engineer shovel to smash the burned remains into smaller pieces, and then collected them in a pottery jar.

Chen Fei did not ask others to do it, but chose to do it himself.

He carefully collected the last remains of old man Barut in this world, sealed it carefully, wrapped it tightly with cloth, and then walked out of the base holding the still hot pottery jar, raising his hand without looking back.

The "blood thorn" found by the fire flew into his hand.

System: Ding! Found 112.531 kg of unknown alloy, whether to absorb: Yes/No |?

No!

The old man has no relatives alive, all alone, buried where he died.

He found a sunny hillside outside the air base, dug a big pit with the "blood thorn", put the pottery jar containing ashes into the bottom of the pit, filled it with soil and compacted it, piled up a mound, sprinkled grass seeds, and split a stone slab. The sharp "blood thorn" effortlessly carved deep marks on the surface of the rock slab.

The resting place of Neanderthal warrior Barut, **** year * month * day, heir: Chen Fei. Erect a monument

"Old man, rest in peace!"

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

Picked up the "blood thorn", stood up and left.

System: Ding! Found 112.531 kg 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

Individual information:

Status: Larva

Physical strength: 12/12

Explosive power: 57/60

Satisfaction: 90%

Active time: 110 hours

Energy points: 12/5000

My skills:

1. Devour metal

2. Eye of violence (consumes 1 energy point, duration 15 seconds, cooldown 15 seconds)

3. Body evolution database (3), category: none/management

4. Secret method: death

5. Optical observer basic body level 2: micro-light enhancement (level 3 requires 100 energy points)

Management->Create a new category "cold weapons", successfully created

Body evolution database (3), category: cold weapons (3)/management

Task list:

1. Devour 1 ton of metal, gain energy point +1 (daily task)

2. Dance with missiles for a total of 18 seconds/60 seconds, with graceful posture, gain energy point +200

When returning to the air base, Chen Fei had sorted out his system.

He moved some personal belongings from the dormitory into the shed where the energy tower was located. The old man left behind a lot of things, not only the secret methods he passed down personally, but because he had no relatives, all of them belonged to him now, which was reasonable and legal.

There were not many things, about 100,000 Star Yuan cash, in addition to a small amount of personal belongings, there were about a dozen boxes, about 500 to 600 kilograms of various canned meats, some unknown animal claws and teeth, and a dozen gems of not very high quality, colorful, probably souvenirs collected by chance.

The most were alcoholic beverages, thousands of bottles of white wine of different brands, and about 100 kilograms of homemade fruit wine, of which about 10 kilograms were about to pass the best flavor period.

There was a set of fermentation tanks and distiller for brewing wine, which were well maintained, shiny and dust-free. There were about 100 kilograms of unused yeast, which could be used for one or two years according to the old man's drinking method.

There were countless empty bottles, all left over from drinking in recent years, which could be used to put new wine in old bottles.

After Target's low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower shut down, it no longer emitted heat and could no longer provide the electricity required for lighting. As a result, the illumination in the shed was insufficient. In addition, the drunk manager Hana casually struck the target with a wind blade. A large area of ​​plants was flattened, and no matter how hard Chen Fei took care of it, he even renovated the steel structure shack and replaced the iron wall panels that were dented during the battle with several 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 withering and drooping.

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The parent company of the 911 Air Service Base is caught in internal and external troubles, which are becoming more and more serious.

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

As the situation worsened, Hana Gagel also encountered difficulties in contacting the headquarters of Tianqi Defense Group. In addition to the first batch of bonuses and prepaid wages applied for, the list of supplies and additional manpower applied for again were all received. Still a long way off.

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

These changes have made the female executive manager feel increasingly heavy.

Another two or three days passed.

A small transport plane and two medium transport planes landed on the main takeoff and landing runway of the 911 Air Service 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 was firmly braking on the tarmac.

A dozen armed men with live ammunition came out first. The last person who came out was a middle-aged man in a white suit. Facing the blazing sunshine, he squinted his eyes slightly. After seeing Hana Gagar, he immediately revealed his face. smiled.

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

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

Hana Gagel smiled and hugged the other party.

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? One day is like three autumns after not seeing each other. My little Hana, are you still used to being here?"

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

The ugly scars of war cannot be eliminated in a day or two.

"Just getting used to it."

Hana Gagel turned into a wry smile.

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

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

The entire 911 air service base was full of various situations, so the female executive manager had to devote herself to it without sleeping or eating, and she didn't even have time to think about getting drunk again.

McAllen Gagel patted his niece on the shoulder and said: "Don't be anxious, take your time, it will get better."

Then he turned around, pointed at the three transport planes and said: "I have sent you forty-five people. You can completely trust them, as well as a batch of equipment and supplies. This was obtained with my greatest authority. This aircraft The small transport aircraft is also left to you."

After all, he is also a shareholder of Tianqi Defense Group and a member of the board of directors. He is qualified to bring in a group of people and things.

A group of people got off the plane one after another, and most of them were armed personnel with live ammunition.

Hana Gagel was about to show an expression of surprise, but she seemed to think of something and frowned.

"Uncle, is the situation irreversibly bad?"

The purpose of leaving a small transport plane is becoming more and more obvious. This is a retreat.

In this corporate war, Tianqi Defense Group not only suffered a huge defeat on the open battlefield, but even the partial victory achieved at the 911 Air Service Base could not reverse the entire situation.

"Alas! You are always so smart!"

McAllen Gagel sighed, and then said: "Actually, I would rather you leave with me."

"No, I will never leave!"

Finally, she had an opportunity to delegate her duties, especially to control an entire air service base. Hana Gagel did not allow herself to be a deserter.

"Just as stubborn as your father!"

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

"But thank you, uncle!"

Hana Gagar hugged her uncle gratefully.

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

McAllen Garger suddenly stopped smiling and said with a serious face: "You have to be careful. The Mei-Man brothers jointly complained to the Global Joint Defense Committee that the 911 Air Service Base has hidden the remnants of the Third Age civilization. It is very possible. Something will happen. Again, don't force yourself. If you sense danger, leave immediately. This is war. Don't hesitate. Only by protecting yourself can you do more. "

"I know it well, uncle!"

Hana Gagel nodded vigorously.

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