split sky ride

Chapter 949 - Old Friend
As the lights come on, the living quarters of Barksdale Air Force Base begin to come alive.

There are not only active-duty military personnel here, but also employees of military equipment suppliers, a considerable number of military dependents, and employees of companies that provide corresponding living services. Men, women, young and old gather together, making the entire living area no different from a real small town.

Rum is made from sugarcane liquor. Even after distillation, it still has the fragrance and sweetness of sugarcane juice, which is completely different from making liquor with white sugar.

"This wine is delicious!"

Chen Fei placed the empty ten-ounce cup heavily on the bar, let out a long breath, and greeted the waiter behind the bar with an unsatisfied look.

"Give me a glass of ice water, and a half-full of tequila and a large portion of spaghetti with meatballs!"

It is a good habit to drink no more than half a glass, and it is a way to taste the wine yourself instead of drinking without restraint. It is meaningless to get drunk, and you may get beaten up and not even know who did it.

“Give me a steak!”

The S-class psychic Heseman Brown tasted the cocktail in his hand more carefully than he did the one in Chen Fei. There was still one third left in the glass, and he also ordered a meal.

The bar not only provides alcohol, but also ice water, milk, coffee and a variety of light meals. There are definitely no French meals or Chinese home-cooked meals, but steak, pasta and pizza are usually available.

"Hi, my two friends, you look unfamiliar!"

A soldier wearing a gray beret leaned on the seat next to Chen Fei with a glass of beer, looking at Chen Fei and Herseman curiously.

"In the next few days, there will be a lot more unfamiliar faces. You have to get used to it, Mr. Airborne!"

Chen Fei identified the enemy's all-weather parachute force organization from the color and style of their berets.

Parachuting is just a generalization of airborne landing. The landing method is not limited to parachutes. It may be individual tactical armor with short-term flight capabilities, or even light combat mobile armor.

The magical civilization from the Sky Star, coupled with the versatility of a new energy source called crystal energy, has endowed the industrial civilization of the Blue Star with more possibilities. Human technology is no longer bound by the gravity of the planet, but can be put to good use.

"A special mission?"

As the local tyrants, the soldiers were the first to notice it.

Unless there are special circumstances, unfamiliar faces can only be seen in the almost fully enclosed air force base. Otherwise, if strangers are allowed in casually, it can't even be called a military restricted area. Do you know that anyone who climbs the barbed wire will be shot?
Now seeing the two unfamiliar faces of Chen Fei and Herseman Brown, we can infer that something special has happened at the air force base.

"Keep it a secret! Those who know will know, and those who don't know should not ask."

Chen Fei raised his index finger and hushed.

A bar is a public place, even a bar in a military base. If he dares to say anything he shouldn't say here, there is no need to wait until tomorrow, the military police will come to his door immediately, and those who should be arrested will be arrested and those who should be investigated will be investigated. This is the routine for all sovereignty.

The paratrooper raised his beer glass and said loudly, "Oh, I see. Keep it secret!"

Chen Fei also picked up the ten-ounce glass that had just been filled with tequila, and both parties understood each other tacitly.

The two of them clinked glasses and drank their own cups.

Tequila, like rum, is a high-alcohol distilled liquor. It cannot be guzzled like beer, which has an alcohol content of only around 10 percent. Drinking it that way puts too much strain on the liver and can be fatal.

"There are a few open-minded girls in the base. If you are interested, I can introduce you to them. All you have to do is buy me a drink, hehehehe."

The paratrooper gave a wicked laugh, finally revealing his true intention of taking the initiative to say hello.

The air force base has not only male soldiers but also female soldiers. Except for some officers who can bring their families in and arrange work for them, those male and female soldiers need to have fun in their free time, which inevitably involves sex. It is normal for new people to create a new atmosphere and to seek novelty from each other.

Just a glass of wine can't be considered as pimping, it can only be said that everyone gets what they need.

"Hey, new guy, wanna play? 10 Star Dollars!"

Someone not far away shouted loudly, which attracted the attention of Chen Fei and Herseman Brown. They were the only two new faces in the whole bar, and there was almost no third "newcomer".

The paratrooper looked in the direction of the voice, waved his hand in annoyance, and shouted, "Go away, Simon, look at this guy's arm, and then look at your own, aren't you bullying me?"

Several soldiers surrounded a platform, each of them had an arm that was at least as thick as Chen Fei's thigh. Looking at the two diagonal handles on the platform, it was obviously a wrestling platform for arm wrestling.

Chen Fei followed the words of the paratrooper and said, "I am a person with special abilities, I don't bully ordinary people!"

It's not that the other party bullies him, but he bullies the other party. Even if they are psychics of the same level, few people can beat Chen Fei in pure strength.

In an instant, they turned into steel and iron bones. That was not a contest between people, but a contest between people and machines. It was just bullying people.

"Eh? A mutant?"

The entire bar suddenly became quiet, all the noisy sounds disappeared, and even the cheerful pianist stopped playing involuntarily.

"That's right, this person is an S-class psychic, and I'm a B-class psychic!"

Chen Fei first pointed at himself, then at Herseman Brown beside him. An S-level space-powered user might not be good at arm wrestling, but he was very good at exiling his opponent out of the atmosphere.

S…

B… …

The atmosphere in the bar became increasingly dead silent. Even if it was a user with special abilities, a B-level one would be fine, but what on earth was that S-level one?

"Well, I am just an S-level space-based psychic. I am very happy to be here."

Heseman raised his glass and gestured to the people around him. In order to show his friendliness and that he was not condescending, he greeted everyone. The sound of people gasping for airs came one after another, which made him seem like a big shot!
In comparison, Chen Xiaoer, the real B, seems to be unknown.

"You should go to another bar, which is reserved for people with special abilities. The customers here are all ordinary people!"

The paratroopers do not have any discrimination or exclusion against people with special powers. It's just that compared to ordinary people, once people with special powers get drunk and lose control, they can easily hurt other people. Therefore, there are two bars in the living area. The "Dyson Girls" with gorgeous neon lights is a bar frequented by ordinary people, and the other is specially arranged for people with special powers. It not only has a wrestling ring, but also a very sturdy gladiatorial arena. However, its facade is not as glamorous as that of the "Dyson Girls".

People with special abilities and ordinary people do not move around in the same public places. Although there is no explicit rule, it is an unwritten understanding within the Barksdale Air Force Base that everyone should be well.

So it was no surprise that Chen Fei and Heseman Brown didn't find another bar.

"Hmm? Huh? It's so quiet today!"

A hunchbacked old man pushed open the door of the bar with the help of a cane. The bar, which was originally full of noisy customers, was inexplicably silent, which made him feel very strange, even weird.

Chen Fei's gaze drifted over and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Old David?"

He didn't expect to see someone he knew at an air force base in a foreign country.

Old David, to be precise, should be David Sid. Chen Fei's name is a nickname that can only be used by people who are familiar with him.

"Hey! 'Eagle King', you're here to drink again!"

"Mr. Sid! I have an empty seat here!"

"How are you today?"

……

The bar, which had fallen into silence, came alive again. Those who were sitting stood up and those who were standing came forward. Their attention shifted from Chen Fei and Herseman Brown to the old man with a cane, and they all greeted him.

"Eagle King" David Hinds is a true veteran of the Federal Air Force. He is highly respected and deserves the respect of everyone at Barksdale Air Force Base.

"Good evening everyone!"

The old man bowed and responded to everyone with a smile.

When his eyes fell on the bar, he said in surprise: "Huh? 'Rookie', you're here too! It's been a long time!"

Old David also recognized Chen Fei. After all, he was a very impressive student in the "Eagle's Nest" training class. He immediately walked straight over on his crutches.

The paratrooper who was sitting next to Chen Fei quickly gave up his seat and helped the old man sit down.

As soon as we sat down, Old David said, "That's great. Come and listen to tomorrow's class!"