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Chapter 1448 - 700 This Ship is Huge_2

Chapter 1448: Chapter 700 This Ship is Huge_2

A small black bird soared into the sky without stopping for a moment and immediately headed in one direction at full speed.

For Yan Fei, who was the type to act upon thinking, he had always prided himself as a man of action who completed tasks quickly. Waiting for more than a month this time was nothing short of a miracle. Now that everyone else had withdrawn from the war, he was just starting to move—it really couldn’t be any later for him.

As birds go, the speed of the little black bird was definitely fast. But for Yan Fei’s journey this time, it was still not fast enough—it was quite far from the speed of sound.

Before, he hadn’t noticed, but this time, as he prepared for a long haul flight, he felt it profoundly. To ensure accuracy in his movements prior, he had tested his speed again, which was just over 800 kilometers per hour, a bit shy of 900 kilometers per hour.

It wasn’t measured with any high-tech devices, but simply by using a "simple method" by himself. It was quite straightforward: first, he calculated a straight-line distance on the map based on the scale, then flew there and back in one breath, and calculated his speed afterward.

As you can imagine, this tested speed must have some error. But no matter, since this was a long-distance flight, he couldn’t maintain top speed the entire time anyway; he had to rest a bit or observe the ground conditions.

Yan Fei was flying west. According to his plan, he needed to fly for about twenty hours, approximately arriving at his destination—wherever that war-mongering America was—by noon tomorrow. Of course, those who had studied geography would know that it would be noon according to Sancha River’s time; at the destination, it would just be midnight, perfect for some action.

Without flying out to see for himself, one would never know how tumultuous and war-torn the places on this planet were.

After leaving the border and reaching other countries, the fleeting scenes below let Yan Fei know that the snippets on the news did not fully encompass these areas.

Although many areas weren’t exactly bombarded relentlessly, the sight of people running around with guns was not at all surprising. After a while, just as night fell, he saw several flashes of explosions below.

It was indeed a scene of severe distress!

As Yan Fei flew, watching explosions and torchlights swiftly retreat until they disappeared, he couldn’t help but reflect.

Ultimately, apart from local civil unrest, these wars were largely fueled by the quest for oil, the so-called ’black gold,’ the lifeblood of industry!

Owning oil reserves was like having a golden child, but a child holding gold in a bustling market might not be a good thing after all!

After this reflection, the small black bird suddenly vanished into a cloud.

The next moment, Yan Fei appeared inside Dahe Base beside No.1 Coolie, "Have the lab forge a small gold sculpture, a golden child; not too big, about one catty. Make it festive, it’s a wedding gift."

After he finished speaking, he disappeared, leaving No.1 Coolie in surprise for a moment. Recollecting himself, he ran into the lab, "The boss orders you to put down your current work and make a gold child..."

Time was of the essence, and Yan Fei could ill afford delays. To even think of this gift was quite commendable. For his greater plan, this would have to suffice for now; he figured Chen Yingjun wouldn’t be too picky.

Crossing through the clouds and flying over the war-torn regions, another two hours passed, and he was above a vast ocean.

This place wasn’t far from that hegemonic nation known for bombings, but since they had already withdrawn, going there didn’t make much sense.

Keep flying!

This was the longest distance Yan Fei had ever flown, and he did so at the fastest speed possible. Though his stamina seemed limitless, after flying for some hours, as he soared over the ocean and saw a larger ocean ahead, which on this planet was known as the second largest ocean, he couldn’t help but slow down to rest a bit.

Considering he had flown almost two-thirds of the distance, it was indeed time to catch his breath.

His initial plan was pretty good, to cause some trouble in America and then keep flying according to the current route, which would technically mean circumnavigating the globe—a thrilling thought indeed.

However, after flying for so long, he began to regret it.

After slowing down in the air and just gliding with the air currents, he felt that the idea of global circumnavigation at his current speed was a bit fanciful.

If he had nothing else to do, it would be fine; he could just find more places to rest along the way. But under the pressing time constraints, flying around the planet in one go seemed daunting, as he felt his thinking would be dulled by the end—just as those who have driven long distances know, continuous driving without any rest would certainly slow one’s cognitive response.

Looking down at the azure ocean below, he began to let his thoughts wander. If only he could move around this planet as freely as he did in the dinosaur world, how wonderful that would be!

However, that would take away the fun of global travel!

Global...

Globe...

He felt like he was onto something.

He remembered how, while mapping out the territories, the interruption of two dogs made him forget a sudden inspiration that, at this moment, finally "flashed" back to him.

The planet beneath his feet was round, and from Sancha River village to his current destination, it seemed... probably... there was no need to fly like this?

Since he only thought about bombing the west, he subconsciously felt he should approach from that direction. What was he thinking at that time? It seemed like, since the two countries were on opposite sides of Earth, flying from the east or from the west didn’t make much difference.

Now, reflecting back, he realized his thinking was absolutely not right, in fact, it was hugely mistaken!

Why hadn’t he considered heading north?

Damn watchdogs, if it weren’t for those two annoying dogs, perhaps he would have thought of it then. Calculating now, flying from the North Pole to his destination would have saved much more than just a few thousand miles!

The route he had chosen was actually the longest one possible, wasn’t it?

What the hell!

After this realization struck him, Yan Fei’s thoughts suddenly broadened.

Why was he so fixated on getting to America in the first place? What was his mindset at that time?

As he thought about it, he began to get irritated. If he had taken the northern route, he would have nearly reached his destination by now. Even if he didn’t go north, flying from Japan would have been better; American forces, encompassing army, navy, and air force, were present there.

He wouldn’t mention the army, but with the navy’s ships and air force planes, he could have taken some back to the dinosaur world for the coolies to dismantle and convert into farming tools for a grand wilderness development!

It was said each of those fighter jets cost billions to build. If he took away dozens, even America, for all its wealth and carelessness in bombing everywhere, would feel the pinch!

Why did he choose the longest route possible!

What was more frustrating than making a foolish mistake was having no one to share it with—sometimes, if a person shared a foolish act with friends, even getting laughed at and joking around for a while could alleviate that frustration. But keeping it to oneself would only make it increasingly suffocating.

Now Yan Fei was in the phase of feeling more and more suffocated, and the boundless ocean in sight only added to his gloom.

Until he saw a few small black dots floating on the ocean.

A few minutes later, he saw those black dots clearly; they were not the islands he had imagined, but ships.

A large ship, surrounded by several smaller ones. Those smaller ones were not that small either, as the largest ship, with its peculiar design, had a flat deck that accommodated rows of planes docked on it. Although it was still hard to see clearly, counting roughly, there must have been dozens!

A ship that could hold dozens of planes, how could it be small?