Chapter 108: Flying High
Chapter 108: Flying High
Primary World.
Instantly returned, Gao Jing felt no joy of escape.
Because the danger was still there.
Unless he never went back to the Great World, he’d still face this life-or-death crisis.
But what truly concerned Gao Jing wasn’t his own safety.
Thinking of Shan Guoer being chased by the Sin Giant, he couldn’t stop his heart from aching!
Though Gao Jing well knew that time stood still in the Great World if he didn’t return.
The little girl was safe for now.
Yet Gao Jing couldn’t control his anxiousness and unease.
Pacing back and forth in the villa’s basement, a fire inside him burned fiercer.
He itched to pick a fierce fight with someone.
To vent his frustration!
Simultaneously, he racked his brain desperately for a way to counter the Sin Giant.
His first thought was, of course, powerful modern weapons.
Large-caliber pistols, assault rifles, sniper rifles, Gatling machine guns, rocket launchers…
Gao Jing even thought of artillery and missiles!
Ordinary weapons were useless against 20-meter giants. He needed truly deadly weapons to end those brutal Outcasts.
But here was the problem.
How could he even get such giant-killing weapons?
Forget about domestically.
The harshest punishments awaited lawbreakers.
Gao Jing wasn’t arrogant enough to challenge the might of the state or ignore forbidden zones.
His only option was going abroad.
But abroad, sourcing channels became tricky.
High-powered firearms, even grenades and rocket launchers could be bought in some countries.
He needed reliable connections and an introduction. Otherwise, going in blind invited more trouble.
Having worked in sales, Gao Jing understood this deeply.
It was far from simple.
He pondered until his Giant Form naturally ended, still no reliable or quick solution.
His thoughts were chaotic now, too agitated to think coldly.
Gulping down two big bottles of water finally calmed him a little.
But the problem remained unsolved.
He sighed.
Gao Jing took out his phone and turned it on.
He scrolled to a familiar number and dialed.
“Senior?”
…
That night, Yunshang Grand Hotel.
Movements within the deluxe suite lasted a long time before settling.
Afterwards, Gao Jing leaned against the pillow, entering his ‘sage time’.
Lost in thought.
The leaping flames vanished from his eyes; they turned calm and deep.
Ji Yu, eyes halfway closed, asked softly, “Something on your mind?”
She pressed her feverish cheek against Gao Jing’s chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
He felt different tonight.
She could sense it.
Gao Jing nodded silently.
He didn’t want to lie to Ji Yu, yet couldn’t reveal the truth.
Senior Ji was a smart woman.
Since Gao Jing wouldn’t share, she asked no further.
She snuggled closer.
Softly, she added, “I’m really glad you came to find me.”
Gao Jing felt uplifted despite himself. He couldn’t help asking, “How glad?”
A man is fire, a woman is water.
Water extinguishes fire.
Gao Jing’s fiery rage had mostly quelled.
His tension truly relaxed.
Ji Yu rolled her eyes at him, cheeks flushed as she murmured, “Just now… it felt like flying high in the sky.”
Huh?
Gao Jing froze. “What did you say?”
Ji Yu looked utterly confused. “Huh?”
What was he talking about?
“Flying in the sky!”
Gao Jing’s eyes suddenly brightened like he’d found treasure. “Right! You’re exactly right!”
He quickly lowered his head and kissed her. “Rest a bit. I need to look something up.”
Ji Yu was speechless.
Suddenly, she really wanted to punch him!
Seriously?!
She turned away, ignoring him.
Chuckling, Gao Jing appeased her without explaining.
Then he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and opened the browser.
The next morning.
After breakfast, Gao Jing took Ji Yu home first.
Then he drove towards Magic City.
After several hours of driving, following the car navigation’s instructions, he arrived at the Shanghai Flight Club.
Located on the outskirts of Huhai, this club had been established for less than ten years.
But it was quite famous within its circle.
Parking his car and going to the front desk, he explained his purpose to the receptionist, Gao Jing was then led to the VIP reception room.
Sitting on the comfortable leather sofa, he looked at the large LCD screen hanging on the wall.
What was playing was the promotional video of the Flight Club.
This club was currently a top-tier flight training institution in the country, mainly providing services like flight training and license examinations for high-end clients.
After searching for related information online, Gao Jing had contacted them through Heng Hui Bank.
The Shanghai Flight Club was also one of Heng Hui Bank’s partners.
Last night, Senior Ji’s casual remark had sparked an idea for Gao Jing.
He should have thought of it earlier.
But his unstable emotions after returning had clouded his mind.
Due to the thousand-fold difference in physical size, Gao Jing could not defeat those two Sin Giants right now.
He needed to resolve this crisis.
Unless he could obtain a high-damage weapon.
Considering the practical factors, getting such a weapon became Gao Jing’s final choice.
He changed his thinking.
Since he couldn’t overcome them on the ground, what if he fought in the air?
The Sin Giants were twenty meters tall. If Gao Jing could fly forty or fifty meters up, their threat would be greatly reduced.
Then he could freely use all his abilities.
In modern warfare, if one side lost air superiority, they would surely be dominated by the other side.
Exactly what Gao Jing wanted to master was air superiority!
“Hello, Mr. Gao.”
Before he finished his cup of tea, a middle-aged man in a suit arrived at the VIP room with an assistant.
He extended both hands toward Gao Jing with a broad smile. “I’m Zhang Qiang, manager of the Flight Club. Sorry to have kept you waiting.”
Gao Jing stood up and shook his hand. “Hello, Manager Zhang.”
Time was tight, so he got straight to the point: “Can I see the Dreamer now?”
“Sure,”
Zhang Qiang smiled. “If you want, we can arrange a flight demonstration for you right away.”
Gao Jing was a VIP client of Heng Hui Bank, possessing over a hundred million in cash assets. His status was unquestionable.
He was also very young, exactly the kind of high-quality client the Flight Club needed!
So Zhang Qiang happily agreed to Gao Jing’s request and immediately arranged for the staff to prepare.
The Dreamer Gao Jing wanted to see was the code name for a type of personal jetpack.
This jetpack was developed by an American company and was already in its third-generation iteration.
Its technology was quite mature.
The Shanghai Flight Club was the sole authorized agent for this company in China.
“It adopts twin turbojet engines, powered by conventional aviation fuel or diesel. The flight cost is quite low, and you don’t have to worry about fuel being hard to find preventing you from flying.”
In the club display hall, a staff member introduced the jetpack showcased on the stand.
“It’s also the smallest jetpack in the world, but its performance is very strong. It can reach a top speed of 100 mph and fly at an altitude of about 10,000 feet for nearly 10 minutes.”
“If an extra fuel pack is installed, its flight time can be extended to 20 minutes.”
“It features an intelligent control system that helps the user adjust their flying posture to ensure maximum safety.”
Gao Jing listened carefully.
Because this data was deeply related to the battle he was about to face, he had to remember it firmly.
By the time the explanation ended, a performer wearing the jetpack was already ready to fly on the field outside.
Accompanied by Zhang Qiang, Gao Jing sat in the spectators’ stand.
With the roar of the engine,
the pilot wearing the jetpack slowly ascended pushed by the powerful jet stream.
He flew to a height of about 50 meters and performed various aerial maneuvers.
Sometimes he circled, other times he hovered.
He was highly agile.
Although the performance lasted only three minutes,
Gao Jing was already certain.
This was exactly what he wanted!
He said to Zhang Qiang beside him: “I’d like to start learning how to operate the Dreamer today.”
Zhang Qiang: “Huh?”
The flight club manager was stunned—was it really that urgent?
“My time is limited,”
Gao Jing said solemnly, “Please assign your best instructor to train me. I’ll pay double the fee, and…”
“I also want to order three Dreamers. Preferably in stock!”
Zhang Qiang, who had just opened his mouth to speak, immediately closed it.
Succumbed to Gao Jing’s spending power.
Naturally, all the issues then simply disappeared.