Chapter 823: Chapter 596: Freedom Wings!
(Additional chapters for the Alliance Hierarch “Leisure Sword Immortal123” 3/4, two more chapters tonight.)
Mu Fan, now cleaned up, appears once again on the Flying Dragon, but this time not as a prospective member, but as an “unofficial official” member of the Flying Dragon.
Because the term “official” is currently under discussion.
A group of people sat around the smoke-filled command hall table, their eyes all focused on both ends.
Falcon had already smoked five cigars in twenty minutes, his eyes slightly red.
“Kid, really not considering joining as an official member of the Flying Dragon? Becoming a member grants you the official Federation rank of Major, and your authority will be treated as above Colonel level, with the privilege to carry weapons and enter the Prime Minister’s Mansion. Moreover, the resources you can mobilize will far exceed your imagination. The true strength of S Team is absolutely beyond your imagination!”
The middle-aged uncle was indeed very vexed; this kid was simply a tough nut to crack.
Chopping down with a knife left no injury, just going around in circles with him.
Sitting here, all his psychological tactics, emotional appeals, and tempting benefits had no effect!
Falcon, who has always dealt with matters at ease interstellarly, felt a sense of frustration for the first time.
It was like having a super powerful mecha in front of you, with all the apparent procedures completed, telling you that you could take it away, yet you could only put it in the warehouse to look at it without even having the authority to open it.
This feeling made him feel uncomfortable all over.
So he could only use one cigar after another to numb himself.
He turned his gaze to T-Rex, hoping this kid’s “mentor” could support him a bit.
But meeting his eyes was the same helplessness; Mu Fan’s attitude was firm, a stance he had clarified before the assessment.
Why was Falcon so anxious? Because when they returned to the Flying Dragon, he directly asked,
“How did Colonel Quinton die?”
“I killed him.”
Just those three words made even the Wizard glance over.
The originally curious Falcon was prepared with a stomach full of questions, only to have them all stuck by this kid’s straightforward admission.
If that’s the case, then the culprit behind the entire camp explosion has been found.
Upon learning this result, Falcon felt a chill in his teeth, glad he decisively ended the third assessment.
Because the originally planned third and fourth assessments were meant to let Mu Fan understand what true human nature is.
This world is far from the prosperity and peace it seems; the true dangers often come from your own people.
Does this kid really not know or is pretending not to know Quinton’s backing?
The Iris Family, this colossal family untouchable even by both Councils…
A Major General had such an end…
Truly…
Brutal and decisive!
Mu Fan’s response far exceeded S Team’s expectations.
This isn’t just any rookie; it is clearly a lone wolf surviving from the wilderness!
Mu Fan sat quietly at the other end of the long table, silently watching Falcon’s changing expression.
He would not easily change something he decided on.
Finally, Falcon, agitated, extinguished the half cigar, slapped the table heavily, and supported himself on both hands, staring directly at Mu Fan.
“Kid, in these twenty years, you’re absolutely the most vexing person to me; however, being tangled up further deviates from my style. Thus, the matter comes to a final decision-making stage. I shall say one last time: the status of an official member of S Team is linked with the ownership of Thunderhawk. Should you join, Thunderhawk belongs to you until your death! Should you refuse, then Thunderhawk’s ownership belongs to the Flying Dragon, and you merely have usage rights for missions.”
“Of course, your only choices are to become an official S Team member or an affiliated independent unit of S Team; there is no third option!”
As the words fell, everyone’s gaze rested on Mu Fan’s face.
The formal atmosphere had unconsciously softened their breathing; it was the first time in many years that they were absorbing a new member.
The scene now resembled a calm, court-like environment awaiting a verdict—an uncommon feeling indeed.
Mu Fan’s gaze swept over these faces, finally standing up and looking up.
“I choose the latter.”
The calm voice bore no fluctuation or hesitation; Mu Fan’s eyes sparkled brilliantly.
At this moment, his gaze seemed to pierce the thick ship’s body, seeing those fighting for the future on the distant Blue Capital Star, seeing Nuonuo bustling in the distant Barnard Star System…
Indeed!
Falcon pouted slightly but quickly transitioned his mindset.
This kid chose without hesitation, clearly treating what I said earlier as mere background noise.
Slightly frustrated inwardly, Falcon’s mind spun, promptly pulling out plan number two.
“Okay, the team will receive certification from the Military Department’s Special Forces, gaining official standing! However, the special permissions for your team members will not be resolved by the Flying Dragon; your official rank will be set at Captain, and special permissions will crop to Major.”
“The team slots are 10, 8, or 6 people, corresponding to the requirement of undertaking 3, 2, or 1 of the Flying Dragon’s annually assigned mandatory tasks respectively. If two refusals accumulate, the team will be disbanded.” Falcon’s lips curled into a slight smile, like an old fox whose scheme had just succeeded.
With three options, he believed Mu Fan would definitely choose the one with the most slots.
Three mandatory tasks, considering the six military missions required by the Flying Dragon daily, equate to Mu Fan directly sharing half.
As expected, Mu Fan spoke without thinking: “10 people slot!”
He, Wang Nuonuo, Harry, William, White Hair, Li Xiaoxi, Bai Guyue, Chuchu—these were the slots he had intended to lock in from the start!
Lu Qingxue, Gu Yunyou, the former he had some confidence in persuading to join, and the elusive Young Master Gu as an alternate.
Thus calculated, ten slots were already filled.
So he had no other choice!
What Falcon did not know was that Mu Fan’s team had access to a technology system transcending the Cosmic Plane, the robust industrial ability of 131 planet resources, White Hair’s terrifying financial support, and intelligence capabilities that surpassed everything!
Bluntly speaking, besides the officially recognized standing, Mu Fan wasn’t particularly in need of anything else.
The usage rights of Thunderhawk could solve many problems for him.
Thus, Shura could continue lurking in the shadows.
Therefore, his blueprint was officially initiating its first step!
However, now was the time for negotiating his interests; Mu Fan looked up towards the opposite side, “Captain.”
This time’s change of address made Falcon beam with joy, feeling a surge of comfort.
It was truly a rare delight to hear this kid sincerely call him that.
“What’s up, speak—now we’re on the same side.”
“I want to ask how to elevate the team’s permissions?”
Falcon raised an eyebrow at this kid’s earnestness and then explained:
“Complete missions, including but not limited to those issued by the Flying Dragon; public missions from the Federation military and government can also count. A conversion system based on final completion will provide a percentage increment to your team’s score, and upon reaching 100%, the team permissions will be enhanced… For instance, the personnel number.”
Upon hearing these words, a gleam of light flashed through Mu Fan’s previously calm eyes!
This method of enhancement seemed tailor-made for him.
The team’s first goal would then be…
The Night Teeth Team!
Falcon naturally didn’t know what Mu Fan was thinking, but even if he did, he wouldn’t particularly mind.
The Flying Dragon had long set its sights beyond any single planet or organization.
Now that all matters were set, Falcon suddenly remembered he seemed to have missed a question.
“By the way, have you decided on a team name? It needs to be formally filed with the Military Department. If you haven’t, I could suggest one, heh heh.”
“Name? I have one.”
“Oh? What is it!”
“…Freedom Wings!”
Mu Fan stood tall, eyes bright.
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PS: Thanks to reader “Meng Sensen” for suggesting this great name; interstellar is an irreplaceable dream in the heart of Dangdang!
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