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06:46- The pilots of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron had finally gathered, disheveled and stumbling, dawdling, and dragging their feet, followed by Squadron Leader Chekhov, who staggered into the hangar clenching a bottle of wine while intoxicated.

07:48- Most pilots of the "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron boarded their aircraft, and the first batch of five A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop attack aircraft took off in formation and headed to the combat zone.

08:18- At this time, the two MiG-28 Jet Fighters that had been dragged to the tarmac had just completed warming up.

08:30- The MiG Aircraft that were on standby were then struck by a falling Dragon Spike and exploded violently on the spot, instantly killing several ground staff and the pilot "Lemongrass" Basong.

9:14- Squadron Leader Chekhov, still disheveled, then shouldered the freshly recruited Rookie Fire Control Operator to board the last turboprop aircraft.

9:49- "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, aircraft 211 "Big Mouth Monster" took off, heading to slay the Giant Dragon with warmed Erguotou in their trousers.

The video ended there, Chekhov Big Bear\'s series of absurd actions had deeply ingrained in people\'s hearts, leaving many wanting to laugh but not daring, struggling immensely to hold it in.

The scene then switched back to the executive manager\'s office, the voice of the new executive manager echoed once more.

"I, Hanna Gagar, am very dissatisfied."

Not only did the ground units that provided various logistical supports to the Combat Flight Squadron look at each other in bewilderment, but the pilots of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron were also equally puzzled, not quite understanding the true intentions of the one-eyed female manager.

What\'s there to be dissatisfied about?

My god!

Does she even want to kill the Dragon King?

Is this a bid to instigate a war between two worlds?

As a subsidiary of the private military contractor Apocalypse Defense Group, the 911 Aircrew Base is not in a position to initiate a war between planes. Even the slightest thought of such an action would get it squashed by any sovereign country with a flick of a finger.

The weaponry of private military contractors, in the face of the violent institutions of sovereign countries, would disappear if the latter so much as sneezed...

"In my view, a true Combat Flight Squadron should be like this."

As Hanna Gagar spoke, everyone\'s phones and tablets flashed, displaying a scene from an unfamiliar aircrew base.

Tightly aligned black jet fighters were parked on the tarmac, each accompanied by a power supply truck and an air supply truck.

00:01- The alarm sounded, countdown timer started.

01:15- Ammunition team pulled the pins and departed.

02:06- Uniformed pilots arrived on the tarmac.

03:39- Fighter jets finished warming up, power and air supply trucks departed.

04:57- Fighter jets taxied onto the runway.

05:15- Took off.

A comparison chart appeared on the screen.

Loading completion time: "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron (04:23)｜X Squadron (01:15)

Gathering completion time: "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron (06:46)｜X Squadron (02:06)

Fighter jet warming completion time: "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron (07:48/08:18)｜X Squadron (03:39)

Entering the runway time: "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron (07:48/none)｜X Squadron (04:57)

The staff at 911 Aircrew Base finally grasped what the new executive manager, Hanna Gagar, was trying to convey.

Had the two videos been shown separately, they might not have made an impression, but when juxtaposed, the lack of comparison would not have hurt.

It effectively pitted the two against each other in a silent duel, suggesting that while the "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron was just finishing gathering, Squadron X could have already completed takeoff. Moreover, if the distance between them wasn\'t great, the former might have been annihilated on the tarmac without even reaching their planes.

Just this!

Even considering that X Squadron\'s jet fighters needed time to warm up while the "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron\'s turboprops could simply fire up and go, obviating the need for power and air supply trucks, this advantage had not been significant in the comparison.

This woman is really ruthless! She knows what to focus on.

Everyone\'s mouths twitched.

What the fuck!

Apocalypse Defense Group is just a private military contractor, and 911 Aircrew Base is just a contracted defense base. Considering the takeoff efficiency of the so-called "X Squadron", it is clearly a sovereign nation\'s air force squadron.

One is a militia, the other is a regular army, how could they possibly compare?

Moreover, the target objectives of 911 Aircrew Base were mostly the out-of-control reproducing otherworldly creatures and mutants, it never intended to combat anyone. Whether the response time is a few minutes faster or slower makes absolutely no difference.

Expecting a private enterprise\'s pilots to meet the standards of a sovereign nation\'s airforce... that\'s asking for the moon!

The faces of the pilots from the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron began to look rather grim; this new one-eyed female officer was really setting the place ablaze with her first move in power.

"Damn it! I, Chekhov, always knew this lady was no good."

The boss of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, Chekhov Leonidovich Ivanov, cursed with a displeased expression on his face.

Mild and docile to your face, but a hard hitter behind your back.

"Hmm, Big Daizi is so impressive, huh?"

The deputy squadron leader, "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios, crossed her arms; her thought process was exceptionally peculiar, focusing on what others did not.

"So-does-Daizi! (English: That\'s exactly what I think! / Japanese: You\'re right!)"

Scavenger Squad Leader "Miso" Yamada Yuhu embodied Kamisama, with a pun fitting both interpretations perfectly, pleasing both sides, whether transliterated or translated.

The poor mouse in the bellows, full of the will to survive.

No wonder they were pilots; when they speed up, they could overtake any seasoned high-speed driver.

Chekhov mechanically turned his head and said word by word, "Big Daizi (Norwegian Neida: no), she really is impressive!"

Old man, having roamed the Jianghu for over forty years, I can let down everyone except when it comes to flying planes and Big Daizi.

One must be honest, true to one\'s own heart, and speak with a conscience.

... Big Bear was crazily testing the waters of courting death.

Little Chili instantaneously went berserk, screaming as she pounced on Big Bear\'s body, furiously scratching him.

... As the red sun rises, its path grants great light; river from hidden flow, pouring out vast seas; hidden dragon soars from the abyss, scales and claws flying high; nursing tiger roars in the valley, all beasts tremble; eagle tests its wings, drawing in the winds and dust...

The scene momentarily spiraled out of control, unbearable to watch.

"Hey, hey, hey, let\'s talk nicely, no need for violence!"

"Crazy, Irinei\'s gone mad!"

"Squadron Leader, what nonsense are you spouting!"

"Where exactly are you two focusing? Stop it right away!"

"Quick, pull them apart!"

...

Everyone worked together and finally pulled the relentless short-haired girl off the scratched-up Big Bear.

Chekhov was forcefully extracted of N blood by Irinei Rusios, physically educated to the point that he looked utterly ragged.

"Devil Pepper" teacher, well done!

Chen Fei picked up his cellphone, turned on the camera feature, and took several consecutive shots as a keepsake.

He loved any classic scenes of Big Bear getting a thorough beating.

"As the executive manager of the Aircrew Base 911, my first order of business is to reorganize the \'Genuine Fragrance\' Combat Flight Squadron and related departments, ensuring that combat capabilities reach the required standard."

The voice of the one-eyed Hanna Gagal resounded once again, first expressing dissatisfaction, then displaying a video for comparison, making a well-reasoned and orderly argument; next, intending to take action against the main combat force of the Aircrew Base 911, it was just the natural course of things.

As her voice faded, Big Bear and the short-haired girl, who had been fighting like gamecocks, immediately ceased their bickering; their gazes swiftly met in the air, and they rapidly came to an agreement.

When on the edge of internal conflict and external threats, internal disputes must be resolved internally; whether it was Squadron Leader Chekhov or Deputy Squadron Leader Irinei Rusios, neither would sit by and watch someone lay their hands on the "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron.

LSP Chekhov would not lose his principles over this; Daizi is Daizi, work is work, talking emotions could cost money, especially when there aren\'t even any emotions involved.

"We need to think up strategies, have a Plan A, Plan B, Plan C, and not let the female Cyclops have her way."

Chekhov drew in a sharp breath; he had been scratched quite badly.

"Devil Pepper," once she starts going crazy, it\'s not your ordinary kind of crazy.

"I agree!"

Though still feeling upset, the short-haired girl grudgingly expressed her agreement.

"Everyone must work together, don\'t let them isolate and defeat us; if anyone dares to betray us, I, Chekhov, will not let him off, do you all hear me?"

Big Bear let out a loud roar, immediately eliciting a unanimous response from all the pilots of the "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron.

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