A brand new "Nighthawk" MK-5, which had its General Dynamics test camouflage painted off and replaced with the simple and powerful Black Rabbit security logo and an identification code unique to Ribbs.
Ground staff wearing special uniforms and well-trained personnel came forward to provide guidance and take over.
Ribs stood in front of the hatch, unable to suppress the curve of his lips.
This aircraft is not only a powerful weapon, but also a symbol of the critical bridge he has built with General Dynamics.
"Speaker, all handover checks and basic ground crew familiarization have been completed, and the fuel has been fully tanked." The ground crew supervisor reported respectfully.
"Very good." Reeves nodded and climbed into the cockpit neatly. "Alfred, stay down there. I'm going out for a spin and see my city."
Alfred bowed slightly. "Yes, Speaker. Have a pleasant flight." A subtle worry flashed across his eyes, but more of it was his trust in Reeves's abilities. Having witnessed Reeves's stunning flight demonstration at General Dynamics headquarters, he no longer had any doubts about the Speaker's flying skills.
The "Nighthawk" took off lightly, and the powerful thrust allowed it to climb rapidly. The Chicago skyline spread out beneath its feet, and the blue mirror-like surface of Lake Michigan spread out in the distance.
Ribbs manipulated the joystick skillfully, and the helicopter tilted its fuselage deftly and began to circle over Chicago at a cruising speed that was neither fast nor slow.
The first thing he flew over was the Black Rabbit Security Headquarters itself. Then, he adjusted his course and flew over the core district of Inglewood, once the land of blood and fire, which was now firmly controlled by the Black Rabbit Security.
Flying over the core area of the "Blue Roof Project" under construction, he deliberately lowered his altitude, casting a shadow over the busy construction site.
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The aerial parade lasted nearly half an hour.
"Calling headquarters tower, this is 'Black Hawk One', requesting landing." Ribs turned on the communicator and his voice was steady.
"Tower received, 'Black Hawk One', cleared to land. Welcome home, Speaker." A clear and respectful response came from the ground.
The airflow stirred up by the rotor kicked up dust, and the sturdy landing gear landed steadily on the marked position on the apron.
Ribs unbuckled his seat belt and pushed open the cockpit door, his face showing the joy and satisfaction of patrolling the territory.
However, just as he stepped down the spiral staircase, Alfred, who had been waiting outside the safety line, walked up quickly with an extremely serious expression.
"Speaker," Alfred said in a low voice, "the situation in New York is completely out of control. All Thorn Group projects have been halted... We've already faced a cash flow crisis!"
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