split sky ride

Chapter 948 - Bar
Major Lu Xun was not at all surprised by Chen Fei's "stinginess" and replied calmly: "The relevant materials will be delivered soon.

Although the financial resources of the American Federation are not as lavish as those of the First Sovereign, it is also not short of money. Every year, the defense budget is spent very differently, and I don't know how many companies that are dependent on the military have been fattened up.

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of large transport vehicles arrived next to the coordination ship, lined up neatly and began to unload cargo, probably supplying all kinds of supplies to the mobile armored infantry regiment and the special ability combat company.

Although space-based alchemical storage instruments are more convenient for carrying supplies, on the one hand they are limited by storage capacity, and on the other hand the number of such alchemical instruments is limited, so they cannot be used casually.

If Chen Fei's superpowers had not been overly dependent on external objects, the big boss Louis Langdon would not have spent so much money to give him a gift package like the "Space Imprint". The Blue Star Global Joint Defense Committee would not have specially made him an extra alchemical storage device. The storage space is proportional to the combat effectiveness. Of course, the more the better. Changing a person or changing a superpower would be wishful thinking.

If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

Maybe there will be portions for Chen Fei and Heseman Brown as well. After all, since there are so many people prepared, it wouldn't hurt to add two more beds and two pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

The troops and food supplies were almost ready, so Chen Fei asked, "When do we start the operation?"

"Wait for notification. In six hours, a staff team will arrive to assist you in your work. My mission has been completed. See you next time."

The black major stood at attention, bowed, saluted, and turned and left quickly.

Herseman Brown and Chen Fei looked at each other in bewilderment. They were unwilling to reveal even more information. What did this mean?

If you want to intercept the "Lord of the Sky" who is trying to defect, shouldn't you do it sooner rather than later?

If we just wait like this, I'm afraid the target will have already escaped, and it would be a lonely interception.

"It's possible that there is still distrust, and we need to observe."

Chen Fei asked and answered his own questions.

"Because your last name is Chen?"

Herseman Brown also began to react.

After all, no matter how slow he was in this regard, after being reminded by Chen Fei and Sanhao Xuesen one after another, it was impossible for him to still be completely ignorant.

“Maybe it really takes time to prepare.”

Chen Fei was just guessing and had no relevant evidence.

But by coming here, he has already made his attitude clear, and perhaps also represents the position of the Chen family.

This is the case of a small person who can affect the whole body. The fact that the uncle did not contact Chen Fei means there are two possibilities. One is that he knew nothing about it and the information was concealed. The other is that he condoned Chen Fei's actions. Facing the will of sovereignty, he had to sacrifice the Lin family to protect the Chen family. After all, the Lin family has produced many heroes, while most of the people in the Chen family are ordinary people who are powerless. Even if they have two people with special abilities, Chen Haiqing's eldest daughter Chen Meizhen is an eighth-level thunder warrior, and Chen Fei is a B-level gold mutant, it is still not enough to protect the family, let alone want to do unnecessary things.

Heseman Brown patted Chen Fei's arm and comforted him, "Let's go! It's boring to stay here, let's find a place to drink!"

If there is any difficulty that you can’t overcome, get drunk to relieve your worries!
It's not that there is no wine in Chen Fei's "space imprint", and there is even good wine, but Herseman Brown prefers to go to places with an atmosphere like bars. Drinking in a lively and bustling environment is called drinking. Otherwise, it's just drinking alone, which can't relieve any worries. It's more like drinking to make you feel sad.

Chen Fei said loudly: "Bar? Okay! I'll look for it! 'Adam', analyze the function of the buildings here."

When the coordinated ship arrived at this large air force base, it immediately conducted a scan.

The planning layout of air force bases is similar. The take-off and landing area, hangar area, fuel area, ammunition area, and living area are basically clear-cut and easy to identify.

After comparing big data, artificial intelligence AI "Adam" quickly deduced the location of the bar, the living area, the easily recognizable commercial street, and the eye-catching neon lights. Even without "Adam", it would only take a matter of time for Chen Fei to scan the map by himself and confirm the approximate location of the bar.

What's more, even without looking at the map, it's easy to just ask people.

Hundreds of combat robots were arranged to transport the supplies. Chen Fei threw out an open jeep from the "Space Imprint" and took the S-level psychics directly to the bar area.

They sped along at lightning speed, and although they seemed to be traveling in an empty space, in fact their every move and trajectory were all within the sight of the air force base's security system. Facial recognition could easily identify the two people, and even the on-board chip could confirm the convertible jeep's manufacturer, production date, sales date, engine number, frame number, and even maintenance records.

Barksdale Air Force Base was built in 1933. It is an important strategic air force base of the American Federation. After hundreds of years of expansion, the area of ​​the entire base has expanded at least ten times. The living area is located about 1 kilometers west of the main take-off and landing runway No. 15. The original living area has become the current main take-off and landing runway No. 1.

The bar is located in the center of the living area. There is a 24-hour convenience store opposite the intersection, a laundry on the left, and a courier station on the right. The alley behind is next to a kindergarten. The bar is open at night, while the kindergarten is open during the day. The two sides do not disturb each other at all. Occasionally, one or two drunks will fall in the alley, but they will often be dragged away by patrolmen before dawn and thrown into a cage in the detention center, where they will sleep soundly until dark and then go hungry for nine meals in three days.

The convertible jeep was not parked in a nearby parking lot, but the "space imprint" was directly taken back. Chen Fei and Heseman Brown found the store called "Dyson Girl". There was a sign hanging at the door with "OPEN" in capital letters. As soon as the door was pushed open, a faint smell of smoke and a strong smell of alcohol hit them in the face.

The two looked at each other and found the right place.

"It seems like we are lucky, it's just the right time."

“Just opened!”

The middle-aged man was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, a red bow tie, a small plaid vest, and a neatly combed mustache. When he heard the doorbell ring, he raised his eyes from the carefully wiped wine glass in his hand, looked at the two people, smiled, and took the initiative to greet them: "Welcome, what would you like to order?"

"Let's have a glass of white rum first!"

Chen Fei snapped his fingers and went straight to the long bar so that he could get a drink.

The S-level psychic asked tentatively, "Are there any cocktails?"

Everyone has their own preferences. Chen Fei is not picky, but Mr. Brown likes mixed drinks like cocktails.

"All!"

The middle-aged man behind the bar had a neatly combed moustache with the tip slightly curled up. Without even turning his head, he took out a wine bottle, unscrewed the lid, and directly filled the ten-ounce cup he had just cleaned halfway with it and handed it to Chen Fei.

"Fangs White Rum, 25 Star Dollars, want ice? Free!"

"Thank you, that's fine! 'Adam', scan the code to pay 25 star dollars!"

Chen Fei looked at the payment code on the bar and blinked.

Adam: Payment completed!
"Ding Dong! Payment received: 25 Star Dollars!"

No tip!
The American Federation abolished this vulgar consumption custom twenty years ago, and the First Sovereign has never had such a thing.

"Thank you!"

The bartender nodded to Chen Fei.

"I want a glass of 'Sunset'!"

The S-level psychic finally made his choice. There is no fixed formula for cocktails. It all depends on personal preference. As for the types, there are at least tens of thousands. With a slight modification, it can be a new cocktail.

As if following closely on the two men's heels, a large group of people rushed in, and then people pushed the door open one after another. The originally deserted "Dyson Girls" bar suddenly became lively. The bar waiter who had just served Chen Fei and Heseman Brown immediately became busy. Fortunately, more waiters started to work, so they were not too busy.