Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 423 Fortunate Son

Somewhere where man-made figures weren't visible.

As a gentle breeze wafted through the air, carrying the soothing scent of water, the trees and leaves swayed rhythmically with the wind's chimes. The lake's current followed the direction of the breeze, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

"Hey, Lao Cui, any luck with the fishing today?" one of the old men in fishermen's suits asked.

"Of course, not. We are in the same spot. You haven't fished any yet right?"

The two old friends conversed leisurely, holding their fishing rods as they waited for any sign of a catch.

"You know, Lao Cui, I can't help but think it's your bad luck rubbing off on me. Otherwise, why haven't I caught anything either?" the other man joked.

Lao Cui was speechless and immediately retorted. "I think it's your original aura. It's because of you, your daughter hasn't been able to marry yet. I give you a chance."

"Your chance was to marry your son. No matter how close we are, I don't agree to be in-law with you."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to inherit your bad luck. That's why"

"Fuck you." The two cursed back and forth, while their hands remained steady. Enjoy new adventures at empire

"Wait, Lao Cui, do you hear anything?"

"What? It's all peaceful here."

"No no, Listen. It's getting louder, something is getting closer to us."

"I think you should check up old man. Your brain might be deteriorating to have some illusions."

"Deteriorating my foot, you're probably deaf, man. Trust me, among both of us, you are the one who needs a check-up." The two argued again. However, the moment wasn't for long before a loud repeating noise calmed the two.

A strong gust became fiercer, blew away the men's hats above, and sent any weak plants to the floor. The two old men watched in amazement as a big machine flew overhead.

Unsure, because of shock or the huge downwash force, the two men overturned from the short fishing chairs. Two or more machines flew past the same path, forcing the unstable tents and all the preparations, both made, scattered on the ground.

"What the…" One of the men exclaimed, trying to make a sense of the unexpected sight.

The two fishermen tumbled for a while before standing up after the force from above disappeared. The rumbling and buzzing had dimmed down as the three machines distanced away.

"Fuck!"

"Yeah, real fuck! I have no idea why three helicopters fly so low." The other man nodded in agreement.

"Maybe it's a military exercise?"

"Heck no, you're deaf so you didn't hear. But my ears detect a piece of rock music from the helicopters. Which bastard in the military dare to play music during exercise?"

"I swear, man, I saw people in uniform with guns. Other than military, who else?"

The other paused and watched him, up and down. "Your spectacles are gone, so how can you capture the image you said? Stop bullshitting your friend. We have worn the same pants together and knew each other so deep."

"Come on, bastard. My vision may be blurry but I'm not blind."

"But you're deaf!"

"Then, you're blind, son of a bastard." The two continued their original banter again despite the sudden surprise and unusual events unfolding around them.

Inside one of the helicopters, Azi, in a cockpit, murmured an apology to the two figures. She really didn't see them but it seemed like her flight, very close to the ground, destroyed their picnics.

Who would expect someone to play around near a deserted lake? If the two old men heard her complaint, they would complain—they had been here every week to fish, unlike someone who came over out of the blue.

Three machines flew in a staggered column under the beat of one of the greatest iconic songs. Speaking of the music, Azi slightly glanced at Tang Ziyi on her left speechlessly, who leaned her arm on the copilot seat. Her head stretched into the cockpit as she watched Azi piloted the H160.

As soon as the group departed in a mighty formation at a height, she noticed Tang Ziyi tweaking around the tablet she brought with her. After leaving the urban area, three H160 descended as the group approached the destination and initiated a maneuver called nap-of-the-earth—NOE.

The morning large deployment by the police might have alarmed the gangs already. To retain the element of surprise, three helicopters scooped low.

By staying close to the ground, they avoided being silhouetted against the sky, minimizing detection by eyes. Secondly, the opponent couldn't hear the sonic booms caused by the rotary blades until the helicopters reached over their head to react.

Or the sound wasn't so distinctive, mixed with other natural effects and natural features absorbing the noise so that the waves didn't propagate further across the distance. Natural terrain masking skills to reduce acoustic signatures were something only elite pilots like Azi were trained to perform flawlessly.

The moment NOE began, rock music appeared on the soundboxes on the three helicopters. No need to ask, Azi knew who the culprit was, sitting behind her, Instructor Tang. She had no idea when this woman had the urge.

She even guessed maliciously if the so-called modifications were to add sound boxes on the three helicopters by Tang Ziyi. Of course, the music was outstanding given the background of rotary wash and its vibration.

Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

This was what made Azi dumbfounded. Since everyone was from Country C, why chose the one from Country A. Besides, this song was definitely from the closest era of war between Country C and Country V near their country too.

Naturally, Azi admitted, the style fit well with the theme. The legendary iconic song, anyone would have their minds as soon as they saw the venerable UH-1 Huey flew by, which nobody could forget.

Although Azi and the other two pilots complained, their flight performance didn't change much. It improved a little instead. Not sure if they were overthinking though or being sensitive.