America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 327 - 187th Suburb Hangar_2

But after all, this was someone else’s private affair, so he didn’t say much more and turned to introduce his proud creation.

"Your glider’s launching device is a bit too old; most gliders today use propeller start-stop systems. I’ve equipped you with a new launching device that uses a turbine for traction, allowing for an ejecting pull to start the glider, but it requires a relatively smooth surface, so I chose to park it on a flat road."

Allen Zhang looked at the launching device, a facility separate from the glider itself; it needed to first start and pull the glider to run, taking advantage of rising air currents to ascend steadily. He asked doubtfully, "Do we have to pack up this device after using it?"

"Of course. It’s not disposable. Didn’t you drive here? But there are only two of you, how do you plan to go back?" Mark inquired with confusion.

"It’s simple, I’ll hire you to follow us in your car!" Allen Zhang patted his shoulder, "This way, if something happens on the way, it’s easy to find you for repairs and compensation."

"Boss, if something really happens in the air, we’re definitely finished," Bailey said helplessly.

"I’m not a prison, and this isn’t a Sikorsky S-76 helicopter, what do you think parachutes were invented for? Get on!"

Allen Zhang handed the car keys to Mark, sent him the coordinates, and for safety, also changed into professional flight gear and strapped on a parachute.

Bailey sat in the pilot’s seat, familiarizing himself with the buttons, while Allen Zhang sat in the seat behind.

He closed the windshield, secured the safety devices and seat belts, and Bailey gave a thumbs-up to Mark outside, "We can start now!"

Mark activated the tethered ejection device, pulling the glider and driving ahead for hundreds of meters. As the traction machine accelerated, the glider began to fly close to the ground and, with the thrust of rising air currents getting stronger, the steel cable snapped open. Released from its bonds, the glider flew higher and higher toward the sky!

Allen Zhang sat in the glider, feeling a turbulence stirred by the air currents, and the next second he was stably flying in the air, looking down at the rapidly shrinking buildings below, he couldn’t help but praise Bailey’s skills, "Nicely done! A perfect take-off!"

Bailey made an OK gesture, somewhat pretentiously, and said without turning his head, "Piloting isn’t much different from driving a car, as long as you can overcome gravity, it’s much simpler than racing on a highway, after all, there are no traffic lights in the sky."

Show off all you want.

An expert in air combat, a novice in ground combat. That’s you.

Not when you were in Little Rock, stripped by Black and begging next to a trash can.

There’s still signal on the phone. Allen Zhang simply also sent a message to Mark, asking him to drive the car to the hangar at Varen Airport.

Mark couldn’t help but complain, "You are flying in the sky, and I’m driving on the road, I should have sat in the cockpit."

Allen Zhang: I’m not sparing the travel expense for you.

Mark: How much money will you give me?

Allen Zhang: 50 US dollars, I’m already being generous.

Mark: That’s more reasonable.

The glider was much faster than the Jeep, reaching the hangar in just a few minutes. Bailey piloted the glider to lower its nose, circled twice, and smoothly descended.

Allen Zhang also took many high-altitude photos with his phone, planning to use these as a selling point for a good price for the glider.

Sieg had been waiting here so long that the flowers had wilted, although he wasn’t idle, filling up the three-wheeled mountain motorcycle with gas, taking it for winds around the airport. Seeing the glider land on the public apron, he immediately rode the motorcycle over to meet the two.

Seeing Allen Zhang and Bailey get off the glider, he couldn’t help marveling, "Boss, everything is done, but you flew the plane over, and the car is left there, how are we going back?"

"I’ve already had someone drive over. First get this glider into the hangar." Allen Zhang waved his hand dismissively; the General Sect Leader had everything arranged!

"Alright."

Sieg and Bailey immediately began towing the glider, pushing it into the hangar for parking, while Allen Zhang took off his flying gear.

After a while, they saw Mark driving the Jeep here, parking it at the hangar entrance, he also took a tour around the hangar.

"How much does this hangar cost? Although it’s not very spacious and its location is quite average, it takes tens of minutes to drive here from downtown, but it must be at least 50,000 US dollars, right?" Mark asked curiously.

"You’re thinking too small; I didn’t spend a single cent," Allen Zhang said, "It was given to us by someone else."

"...What exactly is your job? Why doesn’t anyone give me anything?"

Mark was really stunned after hearing this.

"Actually, it’s nothing; we spent several hundred thousand purchasing a gun store, and the owner casually gave us this small hangar as a bonus," Allen Zhang explained.

"That’s more like it." Mark’s expression eased, accepting this explanation.

Although it sounded like immense luck, one could only say the seller was lavish.

Allen Zhang drove the Jeep into the hangar, aiding Sieg to unload the glider’s traction device from the car, a process of seven to eight minutes, after which the work was nearly done.