Stole My Rescue, Now Begging for MercyChapter 1

As a decorated ace pilot who had earned countless Medals of Honor, even after retiring from the U.S. Air Force, I continued to serve as a top-level contracted member of the U.S. National Rescue Team, contributing to my country.

To ensure I could reach any disaster site at the fastest possible speed, the government had even assigned me the latest model helicopter as my personal rescue aircraft.

One day, I received an emergency call and rushed straight to the airport.

I had just finished taking a quick work log photo and was preparing for takeoff when a woman suddenly kicked open the cabin door, storming inside and shouting at me:

“Who gave you permission to fly my helicopter?!”

“I’m going to the island to sunbathe today—get out, now!”

“And these airport staff are useless! Just letting random nobodies up here to take photos and show off!”

I stared at her in confusion, put away my phone, and replied seriously,

“Excuse me, ma’am, you must be mistaken. This is my helicopter.”

Her flight instructor sneered,

“This is the newest helicopter that Jason Miller gave to our Miss. Stop pretending and get out already!”

I froze for a second.