Chapter 66: Section 66 - Chekhov's Young Women

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"My God, I was almost suffocated to death." With a bladder full of urine, Squadron Leader "Peanut Butter" Major Chekhov wore a look of relief. By this time, the wine had worn off, and the landing of "Big Mouth Monster" No.211 was smooth and flawless. The grass became increasingly lush. Look at all the runways at the airports, most are surrounded with lush green grass, all watered day after day. The ground crew at Aircrew Base 909 were not surprised by this, considering the distance from the runway to the restrooms, where one has to run a good two kilometers, otherwise one would end up wetting their pants halfway. As one of the two female pilots in the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, Vice Squadron Leader "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios looked disdainfully over her shoulder at a group of older men and turned away. She didn't need to engage in such indecent acts, as adult diapers had already been prepared. The A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light propeller-driven attack aircraft has a maximum endurance time of 15 hours, and adult diapers are essential, just in case one needs to go on a long sortie like today, with no toilets available midway. Children need diapers due to physiological needs, adults need diapers due to survival needs. As the sun set, the five "Big Mouth Monster" aircraft of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron finally returned to Aircrew Base 911, having successfully completed their combat mission. Be it fighting monsters or people, essentially, there is not much difference. However, a retaliatory strike on a fellow Aircrew Base 897 wouldn't earn a bonus from the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee, and the overhead expenditures at Aircrew Base 911 were borne by its parent organization, Apocalypse Defense Group, resolving contractual disputes between the two military contractors on their own as well. In the event of failed negotiations, they might just break off relations completely, going soldier to soldier, general to general, declaring a state of "enterprise warfare" and just starting an outright battle, with everyone resorting to force, the bigger and harder-fisted being the winner, who invites others to join alliances for more bouts, until one side admits defeat. The expenses of "enterprise warfare" are enormous, and military contractors either weaker in strength or lacking in funds simply can't afford to engage, as defeat could result in bankruptcy. Sovereign Level major players don't worry about these minor skirmishes among private companies escalating or expanding disputes because, after all, it's just business. Making money, not bickering, maxes out at a fight or two in uninhabited areas. Once they see there isn't much to gain, they naturally cease fighting and make peace. "Finally back, let's drink, let us all drink! Ooh, ooh, hoorah!" Chekhov jumped out of the cockpit, waving his arms, engaged in a bear dance. Bang!~ The world suddenly spun around him without warning. Rushing over with a big slam, "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios sneered, "What's the matter with you, Chekhov little lady?" Retribution isn't sought at the moment, but once the time comes, it's immediate. "Dear, what's the matter with you?" Stay tuned with m-v l|-NovelFire "It wasn't me, I didn't do it, don't talk nonsense!" Chekhov rolled his eyes, immediately firing back a triple denial. Believe it or not, if he dares to blather on again, Manager Hanna could indeed make this Big Bear disappear for good! "Understood, understood, 'Peanut Butter,' you're really something!" "Following the squadron leader brings rewards!" "Thank the squadron leader for the bounty!" The pilots of the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron all gave a thumbs up to the clumsily rising Big Bear from the ground. What a man! The additional bonus for the month indeed owed something to Major Chekhov's contributions. Hooraahh!~ The heavily losing 897 Aircrew Base was complaining to their influential backer, another military contractor, which immediately negotiated with the Apocalypse Defense Group backing the 911 Aircrew Base. The Aircrew Base was bombed, stunk up, lost over a dozen personnel, and considering the losses in equipment and supplies, whether the base could be rebuilt was still debatable. However, the crass provocations over the communication channels were intolerable. That military contractor, which suffered heavy losses and was destined to swallow its own broken teeth and blood, could not seek justice for the retaliatory attack it endured at 897 Aircrew Base and could only make trouble for 911 Aircrew Base to regain some face. The new female executive manager, Hanna Gagar, was no easy target. She flatly denied any responsibility, disclaiming knowledge of the person, shifting the blame to a passing "Tricycle." Indeed, anyone could interfere over the public communication channels. Even if the other side contested this harshly, even after questioning everyone, this accent would likely never be found. Dingdong! Ding! You have a new message. Please check! ... The text message alert on the phone kept sounding. Chen Fei pulled out his phone and saw that the long-awaited salary had been credited, the details of which made him grin from ear to ear. The bonus promised by Manager Hanna was credited on the spot, truly genuine! -

Chapter 66: Section 66 - Chekhov's Young Women

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