Sky-cracking Rider

Chapter 439 Section 435 - Let's Talk

Military industrial enterprises have always involved large investments, large outputs, and large profits. The "Canglong" project, personally overseen by Vice President Shen Songling, was a new type of future main battle aircraft. If successful, the dividends it brought could easily sustain the corporation luxuriously for at least twenty years, and even have surplus energy to continue developing the next generation of main combat aircraft. This achievement would be enough to heavily mark his personal legacy in the history of the company, hence moving up further was not an impossibility.

But should it fail, the vast economic loss incurred, not to mention the huge impact it would have on Shen Songling's internal status within the corporation, would very likely lead him to resign due to guilt, or take an early retirement, since someone had to be responsible.

After struggling hard for most of his life, he might become an insurmountable obstacle for a lifetime.

Yet, Old Shen felt he might still strive for another 20 years.

Currently, the "Canglong" project was in trouble due to the crash of the second prototype, and the best way to break this situation was the young man currently washing dishes in the kitchen. Industrial grade metal elemental psychic power was truly a blessing for all industrial enterprises, but his Chen Family Gate background posed an even greater risk to the Northern Weapons Industry Group.

The "Canglong" project leaked, and even more technological secrets were obtained by the biggest local competitor, resulting in a potentially fatal blow to the Northern Weapons Industry Group. No one could bear this responsibility, not even Shen Songling, although his daughter and those seniors were scrambling lately. Still, the corporate higher-ups wouldn't budge, as it was a matter of corporate life and death; no one dared take that risk.

As for break-ins at Old Shen's home, a thoroughly exhausted Shen Songling had long been unable to cope.

Seeing her father's helpless expression, Shen Fei asked, "Isn't there any other way?"

"The decision isn't solely up to me."

Shen Songling sighed and shook his head.

Even if the top authority spoke, it wouldn't work.

Despite having given hope, then cruelly snatching it away, the project team's experts might all hate him, yet what could Shen Songling do?

This was a collective decision by the corporate higher-ups; even the king of heaven couldn't change their mind.

"We might as well outsource the 'Canglong'!"

Shen Fei thought of a circumventive idea.

In that case, Chen Fei might be able to help.

"Naive. This is a national asset, how could we easily hand it over to others? I would rather it rot in our own hands,"

Shen Songling scoffed at such an idea.

The "Canglong" project, once in someone else's hands, meant handing over the major benefits and even breaking away to act independently wasn't out of the question. If such a thing happened, all the efforts the Northern Weapons Industry Group had put in beforehand would become a laughing stock, mocked by the industry for at least a hundred years.

The father and daughter faced each other, obviously out of options.

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The kitchen was quickly tidied up, restoring everything to its original state.

Mother Shen poured Chen Fei a cup of hot tea and said with a smile, "Little Chen, why don't you stay here tonight?"

"No, it's not necessary; I can stay in the car."

Staying at someone's home on his first visit, Chen Fei was really not used to it.

"Sleeping in the car isn't as comfortable as in a bedroom. We have guest rooms, both on the first and second floors. Did you bring a change of clothes? Xiao Fei, take Little Chen to see the guest rooms, choose one and then move an AC blanket there."

Mother Shen, displaying her authority as the head of the Shen family, defiantly arranged it for Chen Fei.

It seemed these people really didn't intend to use force to teach Chen Fei a lesson.

However, Chen Xiao'er carelessly said, "Sorry, but I'm skilled in taking action, not talking, and in earning respect through virtue."

Whether as a pilot of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, a maintenance technician in the engineering group, or now a member of Team 04 of the Bear Hunting Special Operations Division, he was indeed responsible for physical work.

"You brat, you dare be so arrogant?"

The acne-faced chubby youth, like a gunpowder keg, yelled loudly and wanted to rush forward and fight. Judging by his age, it seemed like a sequelae stage of his rebellious phase, the kind to act impulsively without regard for anything, the most lawless moment.

He didn't manage to get close to Chen Fei but was firmly held back by his pals; starting a fight would change the nature of the incident.

"What exactly are you saying, young man?"

Chen Fei looked at him with a smile, while behind him, the top of the mobile base vehicle raised a railgun, the barrel slowly moving, aimed directly at the group wanting to reason with Chen Fei.

"The cannon, it's a railgun!"

Nangong Ruiyang identified the object rising from the mobile base vehicle immediately and immediately stuttered at the realization.

He at once understood why the other party could enter Airport 310—because this was a military combat vehicle.

Could this Chen be a military man? If so, that complicates things.

To the military-industrial complex, the military was like a real benefactor, the main financier, and even with ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare lift a hand against them.

"Is it true? How could such a thing exist?"

Nangong Ruiyang's gathered pals became slightly panicked, a substance was clearly spinning at high speed deep within the railgun, ready to fire at any moment.

"152mm calibre high-explosive fragmentation shells, absolute lethal radius of 30 meters, shrapnel lethality within 100 meters, want to give it a try?"

The sunny smile on Chen Fei's face resembled that of a sinister grin.

A hundred-meter shrapnel radius was equivalent to five standard football fields; not even the world's sprint champions could escape.

This was Chen Xiao'er's trump card, mutual annihilation.

Up close, not just him, a Grade B Metal Ability User, but even Grade A's would be done for.

Nangong Ruiyang said frantically, "Madman, have you lost your mind?"

The recently fierce chubby lad was now pale; others might fight using knives and sticks, but using a railgun was unheard of. Was this really appropriate?

"Heh, want to test how crazy I can be? Once I go crazy, even I'm scared of myself."

These pampered sheltered youths could never match him, a man-eater flower seasoned in battle and bloodshed. Even Old Shen was a thousand times tougher than they were.

Still want to talk reason?

First, ask if my railgun agrees!

Regarding the ownership of his girlfriend, Chen Fei would never agree to any terms; it was non-negotiable, and if you refused to comply, it was time to fight.

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