Sky-cracking Rider-Chapter 511: Section 507 - Repair

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The layout of Aircrew Bases is largely the same, even the organizational structure and management systems seem to be cast from the same mold, relatively mature. Wouldn’t it be more efficient to just replicate them?

Thus, even though he had just arrived, Chen Fei still felt a sense of familiarity here, easily finding his way around and locating the relevant personnel.

"No way, to repair all the ’Big Mouth Monsters’, it would take at least a month. It’s impossible in three days, we simply can’t handle that much work, you layman don’t understand anything!"

The head of the Mechanic Team at Aircrew Base 633 didn’t show Chen Fei any kindness, and lashed out at him fiercely.

In his eyes, this "Rookie" was clearly an outsider, and only an outsider would make such an outlandish request—it was obvious he was looking for trouble!

Aircrew Base 631’s retaliation was severe; their retaliatory air strikes caused major damage to the combat flyers of Aircrew Base 633. Coupled with casualties within the flying squadrons, even if there wasn’t a single fighter jet less, the combat power ready for takeoff was only half of the original.

And at this moment, the Mechanic Team, despite working their hardest, could only barely repair two "Big Mouth Monsters".

"Are you done speaking?"

Chen Fei endured as the other party showered him with spit while speaking.

Well, Jiubao was so considerate, adding a Light System Magic Shield around him, blocking all the spit.

A group of pilots with their heads hung stood obediently behind him, not even daring to take a deep breath. All they knew was that this young man was called "Rookie," they knew nothing else about him.

In the world of Jianghu, when you meet, why should it matter if you’ve known each other before? Finish the "greeting" (their names today were "greeting"), and be done with it. Why ask so many questions.

The head of the Mechanic Team hummed a few times.

It seemed that those who work in mechanical repair all share a fiery temper.

Chen Fei spoke indifferently, "Repairing fighter jets, that’s my specialty!"

He spoke with utter confidence.

"Huh? What did you say?" The head of the Mechanic Team couldn’t quite believe his own ears.

The person who had just taken control of the remaining members of the flying squadrons was now brazenly claiming he could repair fighter jets.

Was that not a joke?

"I am certified, I attended training and assessment at ’Eagle Nest’."

Since everyone was in the same industry, Chen Fei guessed the other person should know Old David’s field, after all, Boss Hana had mentioned that "Eagle Nest" was quite famous in the circle.

Of course, Old David never actively advertised that much, but his subordinates’ professional skills were indeed impeccable.

"Old David’s ’Eagle Nest’?"

The head of the Mechanic Team indeed knew of the famous Eagle Nest private airfield.

Not only was "Eagle Nest" a privately operated airfield, but it also boasted the very best civilian aviation training and assessment services—almost everyone knew of them and recognized their worth. Their gold standard was truly 24K, capable of matching the military standards, and even the military acknowledged it.

"Exactly!"

Chen Fei nodded.

All the pilots behind him began to slowly widen their eyes in amazement. Good heavens, this guy was from "Eagle Nest"!

To get into "Eagle Nest," not only did you need money, but also connections, and one thing for sure was that anyone who passed the Eagle Nest’s assessment had real skills. Even those slightly below par were not allowed to pass, so as not to tarnish Old David’s reputation.

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"I’d like to see how you plan to repair all the combat aircraft within three days."

Upon hearing the other party was also a professional, and one assessed at "Eagle Nest" no less, the head of the Mechanic Team at Aircrew Base 633 stepped aside to let the expert take over.

It was an impossible task, wasn’t it!

"Bring me all the damaged airframes, even if they’re just scraps, and parts, good or bad, gather everything in the work area, then follow my command."

Chen Fei turned around, looked at the pilots, and said, "You guys help too!"

"Sure!"

Pilots × 9!

Now Chen Fei was their new boss; whatever he said, they had to follow. If they dared utter even the slightest hint of a "no," they would undoubtably receive another round of ’greetings’—a fistful was guaranteed.

This foreign dragon had indeed instilled fear in these local snakes.

In no time at all, the Mechanic Team’s work area was piled high, and the head of the Mechanic Team, also eager to see this "Rookie’s" capabilities, was holding his breath in anticipation.

"First one!"

Chen Fei stretched out his hand.

Hacking the game!

No, activating skill!

Most of the damaged components had merely undergone physical shape changes, making them incompatible with one another, but for the skill "Metal Shaping," restoring their original form was a trivial matter, accomplished in the blink of an eye.

Deformed parts were restored to their original shape, missing ones were replaced with readily available spare parts, and for those without spares, just replicate them.

With a rapid flurry of movements, agile as a tiger.

Half an hour later, an A-39C "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft, barring its paint job, emerged in the work area looking virtually indistinguishable from a brand-new factory model.

The time-consuming tasks were all due to non-metallic materials, since metal elemental psychic powers had absolutely no effect on them. Unwilling to replicate using energy points, the only option was to use spare parts if available, or salvaged parts if not.

A group of mechanics all turned into awe-stricken Dragon Kings, inhaling sharply in disbelief.

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"Damn metal elemental psychic power, industrial grade to boot!"

Even the mechanically blind-chief of the mechanics team could see just how Chen Fei was going to repair all the combat aircraft in three days.

They were ordinary people, this was taking advantage of ordinary people, young man, you have no martial ethics!

Half an hour for one "Big Mouth Monster," be it B or C model, made no difference to Chen Fei.

Who needs three days? Probably one day would be enough, and even that with time to spare.

"First aircraft, done! Someone come and tow it away!"

Chen Fei walked towards the second work area, the 633 Aircrew Base had six work areas, allowing for six combat aircraft to be worked on simultaneously.

As he moved to another work area, it was the perfect time for others to tow away the freshly repaired aircraft for its painting job, which didn’t require any special abilities. Lazy painters could just spray it down with paint cans; if you were a bit more particular, slap on some enamel paint, seal it with a heat gun, and it was done—no special skills required, anyone could do it.

The 633 Aircrew Base used camo paint, making touch-up work a breeze. With your eyes closed, just brush, brush, brush, and you definitely won’t mess it up.

With the mechanics team and the flying squadron helping out, Chen Fei only had to work on repairing the combat aircraft, rapidly making progress.

Before it even got dark, he had managed to assemble ten "Big Mouth Monsters."

The budget-conscious 633 Aircrew Base wasn’t equipped with jet engines but only had the latest C-model "Big Mouth Monsters" and two rescue transport helicopters.

The helicopters were cheap, civilian versions without weapon mounts; they simply welded a machine gun mount by the cabin door, and that was it, looking thoroughly unprofessional.

No wonder they were beaten to such a state by the 631 Aircrew Base, with inferior hardware and average personnel, they couldn’t possibly win against the opposition.

The contracting boss was a bit off his rocker, not measuring his own capabilities before rashly charging in; eager to show off, he only embarrassed himself, and the retaliation was naturally merciless.

When ten A-39C "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft stood on the tarmac, fresh with the smell of new paint, the alarm went off—a first-level warning.

Chen Fei’s phone rang at the same time, vibrating. Upon answering, he heard Miyoshi Xuesen’s voice.

"Chen Fei, combat aircraft from 631 Aircrew Base are heading our way, a total of four. Can you handle it?"

In the Huntsman Squad, Chen Fei was the only one capable of piloting a combat aircraft to meet the challenge; no one else could handle such a specialized task.

"Small fry, just get the ground defenses ready, leave the rest to me!"

Chen Fei responded with an easygoing tone.

With his current record of aerial victories, he had long since ceased to be a novice, already considered somewhat of a veteran.

"Then I’m counting on you," said Miyoshi with no other choice.

Within the batch of ability users assembled by the "Bear Hunting Special Operations Division," there weren’t many multi-talented personnel eligible to join the Huntsman Squad, and Chen Fei was one of them.

Although Hablav City also had such talents, it was difficult for them to leave their current positions to join the Huntsman Squad.

Moreover, no one was more familiar with the operation of the aircrew base than Chen Fei, nor better suited for the task.

"Guys, we’ve got work to do, four of you, come with me to meet the challenge!"

Chen Fei put down his phone and looked at the restless pilots.

By now, the skies were growing dark; if one were to fly, the light would become even brighter.

The ground crew had already begun to prepare the combat aircraft, lining up various munitions on the tarmac.

Turboprop aircraft had their advantages: once munitions were hung and the tank was full, just ignite and go. No need to warm up the engine beforehand, and with the aircrew base’s combat radius, even auxiliary fuel tanks were unnecessary.

Nine individuals exchanged glances, then silently stepped forward in unison.