Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1493 - 718 Let’s Make a Bet_2

Chapter 1493: Chapter 718 Let’s Make a Bet_2

Christopher had forgotten that he was tied to the ship’s anchor, and those around him had forgotten their circumstances too. In this moment, their worldview had been completely overturned, and their thoughts ceased to operate.

As for whether what Yan Fei said was true, they already believed it.

Because of the words spoken by Yan Fei, and the reality they saw before their eyes—the aircraft carrier was docked not far from land. Under the starlight now, one could only see the outline of a small island nearby; everything else was the boundless ocean.

At present, these people’s capacity to accept was still quite strong; after all, they had experienced time travel. No matter how strange things were, they were quick to accept or resigned to fate.

"Scared silly?" Yan Fei started off interested, but as these people turned into wooden figures, he lost his interest. "So boring. Never mind, I’ll go get a few more aircraft carriers from Japan! You didn’t know, did you? Due to a mysterious disappearance of an air force base, now your colleagues are delivering aircraft carriers to my doorstep."

Finally, Christopher snapped back to reality, starting to yell incoherently.

These people were new, not here for long. And since there were many of them, the current dictator on the ship would occasionally do things to boost morale for the sake of America. Thus, they still retained their old thinking habits. Hearing Yan Fei planning to continue collecting aircraft carriers, they immediately felt the need to intervene...

At this moment, Christopher’s heart was filled with valor; his chest puffed out, feeling that what he was about to do was immensely great and sacred. His face expressed a ’whatever you do, bring it on, do whatever you want to me’ attitude.

Stopping the great villain now, I would save at least one, if not more, aircraft carriers for America, and for America... teaching the great villain to fly a plane isn’t such a big deal!

"So you’ve thought it over? Ready to obey now?" Yan Fei hadn’t actually planned to toss this guy into the sea to fish. If he really wanted to throw someone overboard, he’d just do it—why bother with all this fuss!

"Yes," Christopher shouted loudly, his face a mix of humiliation, valor, and sadness.

However, it was of no use; Yan Fei was too lazy to even look at his expression. With more people from the dinosaur world coming in, the great villain remained very calm about it; after all, they were just Barbarians, no different from cattle he might raise.

The only foreigner Yan Fei knew was Will, and even after cooperating for so long, every time he looked at Will, he still found him unpleasant—mainly because he lacked exposure to foreigners before, and never watched constant blockbuster movies, so his acceptance of blond hair and blue eyes was rather low.

Without any sense of identification, coupled with his grandfather’s ’antiquated thoughts’, it wasn’t surprising how he treated the Barbarians.

So after Christopher babbled for a while, Yan Fei finally mounted proudly, or rather, boarded the plane.

People usually took many years of theory, then simulations, starting with simple crafts before they could handle such advanced machinery. Boss Yan was different; he treated these fighter jets like the tractors commonly seen around Sancha River, just asking clearly how to operate them and then off he went.

This time was pretty smooth; after Christopher checked the fighter, Yan Fei started it up, and it roared along, speeding up on the runway on the deck, faster and faster, until it shot straight into the sea.

The people on the deck watched the giant splash and were dumbstruck again—the great villain’s confident look just now didn’t seem like someone who would plunge directly into the water!

Before they could react, the voice of Yan Fei was already beside them: "Christopher, hurry up and check the next plane; the last one had a malfunction."

While Christopher checked the plane, Yan Fei commanded on the side: "Your names are all too long. From now on, you are Fighter One, and you others line up in order until Nine. Whenever I call a number, remember to respond. Those who don’t listen, I won’t let stay on my ship. Do you understand?"

Number One, who was Christopher, was checking the plane, using this as an excuse to remain silent. But Two to Eight didn’t respond either, which annoyed Yan Fei: "Didn’t understand, or want to go down?"

These people still had work to do later; Yan Fei wasn’t planning on scrapping the aircraft carrier to sell as scrap metal just yet. Because he still needed these people alive to watch the ship, he kept ’chatting’.

Number Nine must be a clerical soldier; hearing Yan Fei’s question, he couldn’t help but ask with a skeptical expression: "By ’ship’, do you mean the aircraft carrier beneath our feet?"

"Is it mine or yours?" Yan Fei said matter-of-factly. "The entire world is mine, including you all. You’ve now become my laborers; just remember your status and follow my orders."

At that moment, Number One, because he had almost been thrown into the sea earlier, became the wisest among them. Seeing his companions wanting to say something else, he shouted to Yan Fei: "It’s checked. Just follow the previous procedure; just remember to pull up the control stick to take off on time, and it should not fall again."

Yan Fei didn’t feel like elaborating; newbies not speaking up could be forgiven—what do you mean ’just remember to pull up the control stick’? Clearly, it was a malfunction just now; it didn’t take off when pulled!