Chapter 54 Fighter Jet Training

Damn, right on my doorstep! Who would have thought Starsea Academy boasts such formidable faculty and resources to actually possess something like this." Lei Bin instantly gained a whole new level of respect for Starsea Academy's strength.

"Of course. Starsea Academy is the primary institution for supplying talent to the Federation. The vast majority of biological experts in the military who research camouflage skin graduated from Starsea Academy. To some extent, these laboratories at Starsea Academy are under the management of the Federation military; they are essentially an integrated institution," Xingmeng explained.

"I see. In that case, should we go steal a set of this camouflage skin?" Lei Bin felt a surge of eagerness at the thought.

"That suggestion is entirely executable," Xingmeng said, not only refusing to stop Lei Bin's illegal behavior, but actively supporting it.

"However, since it's such high-level military storage, security must be extremely tight. It's got to be hard to get in, right?" Lei Bin realized that Xingmeng would stop at nothing to get him to root out the Federation traitors—she was completely unscrupulous. This was computer logic: to achieve the goal, any and all means were permissible. But a place like that couldn't possibly be easy to break into and steal from. If it were that easy, it would have been cleaned out long ago. Those things were worth hundreds of millions!

"It is indeed very difficult, but for me, it's exceedingly easy," Xingmeng replied, sounding rather proud.

"Oh? Your functions are that powerful? You can bypass the sentry posts here at will?" Knowing Xingmeng's capabilities, Lei Bin didn't doubt her words for a second.

"Naturally. Because the defense systems here were designed by me. In the past, the security here was monitored by my sub-systems. Although my sub-systems no longer control the place now, the core systems haven't been replaced. Therefore, if I hack in, there won't be the slightest trace left behind, because my program system is identical to the one running here," Xingmeng explained.

"Damn, so you're basically an inside job, Xingmeng. That is seriously badass! Alright, let's go steal a set tonight. That way, getting around in the future will be much more convenient." Hearing Xingmeng say this and realizing that sneaking in to steal a piece of camouflage skin would be as easy as taking candy from a baby, Lei Bin said excitedly.

"Very well. With this camouflage skin, coupled with my ability to alter your identity chip at will, you'll be able to adopt multiple identities in the future," Xingmeng agreed without hesitation, knowing that the camouflage skin would be immensely helpful for Lei Bin's future quest to uncover the Federation traitors.

"Really? Haha... Does that mean no powerful computer in existence will be able to see through my fake identity chip?" Lei Bin asked excitedly.

"Of course. Currently, there is no computer in the Federation more powerful than I am, so absolutely no one will be able to pierce your false identity," Xingmeng declared.

"Damn, haha! If I ever get sick of this and want to cut ties with the Lei family, I can just swap identities and vanish instantly, wahahaha..." Lei Bin had finally found a way to break free from the Lei family—though there was no need to make his escape quite yet.

At the very least, he hadn't managed to marry his gorgeous wife yet.

That day, Lei Bin endured two dry theoretical classes without listening to a single word. Instead, he spent the time in his mind having Xingmeng train him or browsing the news.

He felt that such courses were a complete waste of time.

When evening arrived, Lei Bin made some preparations for stealing the camouflage skin from the biology laboratory. His preparation consisted of getting a set of black clothes and a hood or something similar so no one would recognize him.

He also brought along a pair of gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints.

With everything ready, Lei Bin waited until past midnight to make his move, because by that time, the biology laboratory would be virtually deserted, making operations much more convenient.

"Hey Xingmeng, I'm so bored right now. Why don't you check what the beautiful female teacher next door is up to? She might even be taking a bath," Lei Bin leered.

"Alright," Xingmeng agreed immediately, pulling up the visual feed and projecting it directly into Lei Bin's mind.

At that moment, Alva was wearing a thin nightgown, performing yoga exercises in her room.

"Whoa... she's not wearing a bra!" The moment Lei Bin laid eyes on her, his blood pressure spiked. Because she wasn't wearing a bra, Alva's E-cup breasts could barely be contained beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown, and her two dark-pink nipples jutted out prominently, fully exposed.

Since yoga involved various high-difficulty poses, Alva kept accidentally flashing glimpses of her skin, exposing her flawless figure entirely and causing Lei Bin to swallow hard repeatedly.

"What a body! Definitely no worse than Monica Bellucci. What an absolute siren," Lei Bin praised continuously as he watched, his lower body instantly hardening.

However, after barely a dozen minutes, Xingmeng abruptly cut the feed.

"Damn it, why'd you shut it off? Xingmeng, I haven't even seen her completely naked yet!" Lei Bin immediately protested.

Xingmeng replied, "Observing beauties promotes a man's blood circulation and stimulates hormones, which is good for the body. However, remaining in a state of sexual nervous excitement for too long weakens a person's willpower, which is detrimental behavior. Therefore, one must know when to stop."

"Crap," Lei Bin rolled his eyes upward.

"So what do we do now?" Lei Bin looked at the time; it was only nine o'clock, and he had to wait until midnight.

"We will continue our training now. Aside from warship command, warship piloting, fighter jet piloting, and other such subjects are extremely helpful disciplines for you. Tonight, we will practice fighter jet piloting." As Xingmeng spoke, the visual feed shifted, and Lei Bin found himself seated inside the cockpit of a fighter jet.

"Didn't we already train on fighter jets before?" Lei Bin curled his lip in mild dissatisfaction.

"The previous training was only primary level. Now we are advancing to advanced training. After practicing for a while, I will interface the network with the school's training system so you can spar and practice against other students. Your previous practice opponents were all virtual characters; there is inevitably a certain difference compared to operating against real people. The virtual training system newly developed by Starsea Academy has reached a very high standard. Although it can't match the 100% realism of my simulation inside your brain, it can still achieve over 95%, which will be immensely helpful for your training," Xingmeng explained.

"Sparring against other people? That actually sounds pretty fun. Back during the primary stage, I shot down thousands of enemy planes, you know." Lei Bin thought this kind of training was like the shooting games he played when he was a kid—pretty cool and quite to his liking. Being able to fight real people and feeling the sense of accomplishment upon winning would be way more exhilarating than constantly fighting virtual jets.

"There's nothing to be proud of in that; those were merely primary training courses. If your opponent is also a real fighter jet pilot, their flexibility will be much higher, and it won't be nearly as easy for you then," Xingmeng said. As she spoke, enemy jets appeared in Lei Bin's field of view, and he hurriedly began operating the controls to engage the enemy.

"Hmph, just watch me. I'll turn them all into sieges, haha..." Lei Bin muttered with utter self-assurance, firing off bursts of laser beams with loud pew-pew sounds.

After fighting continuously for over three hours—during which Lei Bin lost count of how many times he died—Xingmeng finally halted the training.

"Oh come on, Xingmeng! What kind of difficulty setting is this? Isn't it a bit too abnormal? Could a real opponent possibly have reaction speeds this fast?" Having died countless times, Lei Bin couldn't help feeling a surge of grievance.

"Of course they can. Back in the day, Albert, the Federation's finest fighter pilot, shot down 5,486 enemy aircraft single-handedly during the war. His reaction speed was 0.03 seconds," Xingmeng said, pulling up Albert's file.

"Damn, 0.03 seconds? Can a human brain even process things that fast? Is he even human?" Lei Bin curled his lip skeptically.

"That 0.03-second figure isn't actually his brain's reaction speed; it's the instinctive muscle reactions he developed from being thoroughly proficient in piloting fighter jets. Truly elite fighter pilots can anticipate the movements of enemy aircraft in advance and thus execute the most advantageous responses," Xingmeng explained.

"So what eventually happened to this Albert?" Lei Bin asked.

"He was shot down by an unknown enemy pilot during a battle," Xingmeng replied.

"What? How could a pilot as badass as him get shot down by some nobody?" Lei Bin asked in genuine surprise.

"There's a saying: 'Walk by the river often enough, and you're bound to wet your shoes; generals inevitably die on the battlefield.' No matter how powerful a soldier is, there will come a day when they fall in battle. No one remains forever undefeated and eternally invincible. Only by remaining cautious every single time and maintaining a sense of awe can one live a long life," Xingmeng said.

"Huh, Xingmeng, your words are actually quite philosophical. I didn't take you for a computer philosopher," Lei Bin said, though he secretly agreed with Xingmeng's words entirely.

Essentially, it meant that if you frequent dangerous places, misfortune will eventually find you.

Life was just like that; no one was undefeated forever. Even the absolute strongest person in the world would eventually stumble and take a fall.

To always maintain a sense of awe and caution—that phrase made profound sense.

"Alright, the time is nearly upon us. Let's go steal the camouflage skin," Xingmeng reminded Lei Bin.

"Got it, let's move out." Lei Bin sprang up from the bed, strapped on his gear, turned off the lights, and quietly opened the door.

Since Lei Bin was going to steal from the biology laboratory, his whereabouts could absolutely not be known by anyone else. Therefore, Xingmeng tampered with all the surveillance cameras in the academy; everything looked completely normal on the surface, yet the footage simply failed to display Lei Bin's figure.

Naturally, he couldn't take a vehicle to steal something, so Lei Bin had to rely on a light jog all the way to the biology laboratory. Fortunately, the biology laboratory wasn't far from Lei Bin's apartment; after jogging for a little over an hour, he arrived.

The biology laboratory was an 18-story building constructed in a bizarre circular architecture, though Lei Bin had no idea what that signified.

At that moment, floating outside the biology laboratory were a dozen egg-shaped, bizarrely shaped security drones patrolling back and forth continuously. These drones were equipped with the most powerful firepower systems; the moment anyone attempted to force their way in, they would all open fire simultaneously. Even a martial artist at the seventh or eighth tier would stand no chance of dodging them all.

Aside from the drones, four or five soldiers holding electromagnetic rifles stood guard at the entrance to protect the perimeter. Moreover, countless surveillance cameras and hardpoints were mounted all over the laboratory building, providing 360-degree all-around defense. Breaking in by force was practically impossible unless a warship flew right over.

And if an unfamiliar warship—or even an unfamiliar flying craft of any kind—were to appear at the academy, it would have long since been blasted out of the sky by the formidable defense systems.