Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1490 - 717 Land Procedures Barbecue

Chapter 1490: Chapter 717 Land Procedures Barbecue

Talking about the misconduct of American soldiers in Japan, saying it’s beyond description isn’t an overstatement. Drinking a bit and racing cars, causing someone’s death - such things are the norm. It’s said that due to a period where too many incidents occurred, the American headquarters once issued an alcohol ban for the soldiers, which was lifted after just one day.

Think about it - an entire day! That’s twenty-four hours, equivalent to one thousand four hundred forty minutes, a full eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds! If the number of people they killed was smaller, would they have imposed a ban?

In the eyes of the stationed soldiers, the small island nation was a colony living under their country’s wing, their own playground where they could act as they pleased. Although far from home, they could at least disregard local laws and enjoy the treatment of superior beings.

Conversely, for the Japanese, it was a situation of suppressed anger, occasionally making a weak protest as ineffective as a little girl facing a big bad wolf.

But dissatisfaction aside, the sudden disappearance of an air force base immediately threw Japan into a frenzy. Especially when their masters were about to send over an aircraft carrier fleet, the whole island was thrown into chaos.

In truth, everyone knew that the so-called arrival of the aircraft carriers was just a gesture, intended to leverage more benefits. Disappearances had happened not once or twice, and despite overt and covert investigations, no one had found any clues.

However, if they made such a gesture and you didn’t respond at all, wouldn’t they think their fleet was just for show if you remained so calm? What if they started shelling you - then who would you reason with?

However, the Japanese weren’t without solutions; people had already started praying to the Heaven’s Omen God to swiftly bless them with the return of the Great Devil a few more times. Once America’s fleet mysteriously disappears, would they still be so bold and aggressive rowing small wooden boats?

As for whether this incident was indeed mysterious, that was beyond doubt - Boss Yan was strolling in Dahe Base, looking at the planes around him with regret, "Too bad the runways are hard to move. Even if we dig three feet underground to bring them here, they might not be usable. We’d have to build our own, what a hassle!"

No.1 Coolie followed behind, at a loss for words, only to bow his head silently, occasionally sneaking glances at the laborers expanding the base in the distance.

The newly expanded areas didn’t need wood, with intact wire mesh already set in place rather well when it was brought in. Now they just needed to dig holes to secure the mesh.

If one worried the mesh wouldn’t be sturdy, there were solutions; there were entire houses and walls available. Despite lacking a foundation, there was no need to worry - Japan frequently faced earthquakes and storms, so the fortitude of a military base didn’t need questioning; it was certainly sturdy enough.

In addition, Boss Yan had ’picked up’ quite a collection of various weapons ready for use, ensuring that safety wouldn’t be a concern once the base expansion was complete.

Then there were items like ground radars and such, which were really of no use at the base and could only be sold for scrap later - there was no helping it. When Boss Yan wasn’t in a great mood, he indeed cleaned out thoroughly. Aside from the runway foundations, pretty much nothing was left for them.

Since the relocation was so thorough, the Japanese laborers, upon seeing the words on the warning signs, could almost guess where these items came from.

Now accustomed to life here, although they felt nostalgic seeing these items, it was just nostalgia. They wouldn’t express any opinions - in their hearts, the Boss was like a deity or monster.

At night, there would be patrols, and people would watch in awe as planes and other equipment and buildings appeared out of nowhere on the wasteland outside the base. An air force military base materializing out of thin air in the blink of an eye - if that wasn’t divine, what was?

No.1 Coolie, a desperate fugitive, with little education or knowledge of the internet, finally had a brainwave after racking his brains, "Boss, how about we make our own cement for the runway? Making cement isn’t complicated; let me ask the lab guys if they know how..."

Yan Fei looked at No.1 Coolie until he was embarrassed into silence, then spoke up, "Do you think an airplane runway is just a cement road? I’d dare to fly off it, but would it actually get me into the sky? And those researchers can surely tell you the theory of making cement, but setting up a factory to actually produce it isn’t that easy, right?"

"Yes, yes, my apologies, I didn’t think it through," No.1 Coolie hastily admitted his mistake.

"Never mind, it’s not your fault. I’ll think of something later. I got a hold of an aircraft carrier out at sea a while back, and everyone onboard has disembarked. Once I have time, I’ll go play with the planes up there!" Yan Fei waved it off nonchalantly.

"By the way, aren’t there helicopters? Those with three sticks on their heads? I remember from movies, those don’t need runways, right?" No.1 Coolie, struck by a good idea, suggested feasibly.

"Are there helicopters among these planes?" Yan Fei paused, looking around. "Oh, there are? Ha ha, I’ll give it a try first. Go on with your work!"