Sky-cracking Rider

Regardless of how Hanna Gagel's provocation worked, a dozen popular influencers led a swarm of One Star Yuan Party alt accounts, engaging in various ploys to hook up with the network accounts of the American Federation and Europa. These accounts were already not afraid of causing trouble, and in just a moment, they became excited, believing they had latched onto a hot topic.

As expected, the video self-recorded by Chen Fei quickly went viral until it caught the attention of the relevant departments of the American Federation.

This spirited young guy is quite popular, huh? Better check him out...

Man!

People can't withstand scrutiny!

If you take it seriously, problems will be exposed.

In the American Federation, for domestic issues, call the FBI; for foreign matters, the CIA; and when all else fails, the IRS.

This pattern is definitely the right way to go!

After all, he's a Sovereign Level, and once he gets serious, oh boy! Who knows if Chen Fei is serious or not?

Fresh out of the gate at work, he fought to mutual annihilation with the most ferocious of Dragonkind. Then, daring as ever, he put a leash around the necks of the juvenile members of the Cangqiong Star Sky Dragon City investigation team, drunkenly launching a night raid on their base, blasting them away, resulting in heavy casualties and incalculable losses of materials.

Then, on the turf of the eighth-ranked military contractor, Merman Brothers Consortium, he first knocked out the son of the head of the action department and then played a deadly game of "one shot, you shoot, I shoot," killing the minister himself, cutting the grass and removing the roots, a truly fearsome character!

The key is that nobody else has this guy's tough luck; rumors say that light weapons are useless against him.

Rely on the American Federation's police with their puny pistols?

Forget it!

Just afraid that one day, on a whim, he might charge Capitol Hill in his plane, that scene... I can't bear to think of it, I just can't!

The American Federation's Immigration Service spent a long time processing the copied information from the CIA before they got a clue, then bewilderedly shredded it with a paper shredder and evacuated Audrey Memphis, an employee stationed at the Eagle-Nest private airport, overnight.

The sacred American Federation needs talent, not killers. Once the training is done, you better scram!

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The reaction in Chen Fei's hometown was quite calm, everyone looked bewildered. The ordinary people didn't even have guns, so how could they shoot anyone?

At most, they'd squirt each other with water guns, BiuBiuBiu.

Aren't these habitual verbal barrages just part of everyday jargon!

Each country has its own situation, so the level of threat naturally differs.

Moreover, the real level of Chen Fei's Special Ability is B, and he had just been certified—not the E-level that the American Federation thought he was. That was a huge difference.

Online, a bunch of people who couldn't get the truth hectored Chen Fei in the video, but the man himself was still in a remote corner of Snow Mountain State, continuing to work on his training certification at a private airport, speeding up his pace with a success rate akin to passing with flying colors.

Hanna Gagel, of the newly established Jiu Defense Company, provided unlimited public funding support; after all, certification exams weren't cheap, and Chen Fei could take as many as he wanted, as long as he passed. The more certifications better.

Correspondingly, as the level of professional certification increased, it could only benefit Jiu Defense Company and serve as a symbol of strength.

In the forty-day Aircraft Maintenance Technician training, Chen Fei obtained a whopping seventeen certifications, ranging from piston to turboprop, to turbojet, turbofan, ducted fan, pulse, and all-electric drives, capable of fixing small aircraft engines, given that the "Metal Shaping" Skill was so advantageous in the mechanical field.

The instructors Salman and Elisa felt as if they were being drained dry, never having seen a student who "sheared their wool" so vigorously. Towards the end, they had nothing left to teach and could only give him a list of books for self-study, followed by certification exams.

The other eleven students in the class, they'd already started treating Chen Fei like a Monster. Who's ever seen someone complete just one training course and walk away with over a dozen of certifications, making this training session too cost-effective.

This caused Chen Fei to be collectively alienated by the other eleven students.

After the training graduation, Randy, with a complex expression, quietly said to Chen Fei, "Be careful of Lufus Martin!"

Since he was about to leave, it was better to part on good terms and take it as doing a favor.

"Lufus Martin? Who's that?"

Chen Fei looked puzzled; he had never heard the name before.

He had come straight to Aircrew Base 911 upon graduation, and hadn't met many people. If he had any enemies, it would probably be the Merman Brothers Consortium, but his uncle had already warned them through National Defense Star channels. The military contractor would not dare to provoke an arms dealer.

Angering National Defense Star could lead to an industry ban. Without new equipment supplies, Merman Brothers Consortium would not even be able to buy bullets. A military contractor without weapons and ammo might as well close up shop.

"I've only seen him once!"

Randy spread his hands helplessly; he too had tried to find this Lufus Martin but to no avail.

It was as if the man never existed within fifty miles.

"Understood!"

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Chen Fei nodded his head.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"That... the certification assessment for the 'Big Mouth Monster'..."

Randy's face turned a dark shade of red with restraint, as if he had something to say but stopped himself.

"I know! Good luck to you."

Chen Fei patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Such low tricks, as long as one is attentive, how could one not find a trace of them?

Salman and Elisa, the teachers, reported the situation to the security department, and the bored security personnel only took two days to triple lock the target through fingerprints, scent, and DNA traces.

Upon learning the truth, Chen Fei suppressed it.

It wasn't that he had a sudden burst of compassion; he just felt there was no need.

Randy, plotting against Chen Fei, became entangled in his own web. Little did he know that he was also being manipulated, and several parts of his "Big Mouth Monster" collapsed, leading to his certification failure.

In fact, with just a little thought, one could guess there was a mastermind behind this. Since there were traps set for both testing positions, trying to find a breakthrough from Randy was probably not so easy.

Chen Fei continued to pretend as if he didn't know anything and patiently waited for the next move from the mastermind behind the scenes.

Who was the hunter and who was the prey was still unknown.

Watching Chen Fei's receding figure, the Black Kid opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

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After the Aircraft Maintenance Technician training ended, Chen Fei did not leave the Eagle-Nest private airport. He used the few days before the flight training classes started to continue tinkering with the F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter within the exhibition hall.

Securing several certifications for aircraft maintenance greatly benefited his restoration of the aged jet fighter.

Finally, the day before the flight training classes officially started, Chen Fei used "Metal Shaping" to repair the last extra part and successfully installed it into the F-22 "Raptor."

Surrounded by various tools and instruments, Old David tentatively asked, "Is it done?"

He would always be present, watching with his own eyes as Chen Fei tinkered with the old buddy bit by bit.

Old David was also well aware that simply replacing parts would not be enough to get the F-22 "Raptor" back in the blue skies.

During its years of service, it had incurred many hidden weaknesses and forcing it into the sky could mean it might disintegrate mid-air at any moment.

Chen Fei felt the surface of the aircraft and said, "Let's fuel it up and try to fire it up!"

This time, the F-22 was no longer just an electrically driven toy.

What the Eagle-Nest private airport didn't lack was the matching equipment for jet fighters, including ground movable power supply and air supply units.

Old David was not satisfied with just a try.

The pilot was also ready, and not just anyone. It was Ramaya von Kennedy, the chief instructor of tomorrow's flight training class, a recently retired ace pilot of the American Federation, and a true ACE who had participated in the Sovereign Level Aerial Combat Arena "The Abyss Coliseum."

"270@07, 16000ft, 29.71!" (West wind, wind speed level seven, altitude limit 16000 feet, about 4800 meters, atmospheric pressure value 29.71)

"'Sloth'-Ready!"

Standing beside the runway with Chen Fei, Old David confidently pressed his headset and stated, "Go!"

"Huh?"

Chen Fei felt there was something off about the old man's tone.

Weren't they supposed to just fire it up, make a round trip on the runway, and then dutifully return to the exhibition hall?

Why did it feel like they were going to take off?

The engines of the F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter at the takeoff end of the runway roared louder, as its taxiing speed accelerated rapidly under the powerful thrust.

"Wait, wait, Old Man, this isn't right!"

Chen Fei quickly grabbed Old David; he was a pilot himself, although unlicensed and informally trained, and he clearly understood that the commotion was a sign of intending to make a short takeoff, with engine output nearing the critical point for afterburners.

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