() After successfully downing an aircraft, the two chief officers once asked us to hold the Mao Xiong reinforcements for more than half an hour to download the body parameters and codes, and to disassemble key missile chips to support the bottlenecked aircraft.

Regarding the development of domestically produced mechas, they told us that we must keep this matter secret and must not tell anyone about it.

But now that it was mentioned directly, I felt a little surprised. Could it be that someone in the rabbit leaked the secret? But facing such an extremely sophisticated person, you must not show any unnaturalness, otherwise he will find him immediately

Breakthrough.

I maintained my indifferent expression, crossed my legs, and slowly took a sip from the bottle to make myself appear more relaxed.

"If it's interesting...it's that the Allied airframes are quite beautifully designed, and I like them very much."

"hehe."

Asimov smiled noncommittally and looked at me with a meaningful look.

"To be honest, I have some customers who are very interested in this material. If you are interested in selling it, they will be willing to accept it no matter how big the offer is."

"Is it wrong to say that you have to pay a high price for a sentiment? Nowadays, rich people are going crazy?"

"If there are other needs regarding identity or nationality, they can also meet them, of course, including arrangements for children's relatives."

"Stop, stop, stop, what are you talking about? I can't understand it anymore?"

"They are the most powerful people under the water, so there is no need to worry."

"Hey, if you say something you don't understand again, I'm going to..."

"If you can't trust foreigners, there is one that is native to your country. You can rest assured about this."

My heart skipped a beat. His hint was too obvious, and it also very cleverly touched on the rural sentiments in Eastern people's thinking.

"Are you talking about the Lin family?"

Asimov chuckled lightly, as if he should know whether it was the same without telling me.

The Lin family of the Republic is one of the four most famous chaebol families today and the owners of "Taurus", one of the world's seven largest industrial groups. They are also a weird alternative in the Republic of China, which has always insisted on state control of lifeblood. This family is

The emergence of the weapon broke the single procurement channel for Republican Army equipment, allowing private group weapons to enter service within the Republican Army for the first time in history, and gradually expanded to an astonishing 40% share.

But what is equally strange is that the top leaders of the Republican Party, which have always been conservative, seem to have acquiesced in this seemingly dangerous fact. Apart from imposing some restrictions on the surface, they did not take any drastic measures. The two sides maintained a kind of harmony.

The balance of nothing.

"The conditions can be conveyed to your commander. If you have any intention, you can come to me at any time."

"Oh, I guess our commander will think you are crazy."

I scoffed, but Asimov still said with a formal smile that there was no problem and that he would go to the hospital for a checkup according to the customer's advice.

This man's face was really tougher than the armor plate of a mecha, so I just closed my eyes and rested on my own and ignored him.

The luxury Mercedes-Benz drove out of the city and entered the relatively desolate suburbs. Large farmland and low wooden houses replaced the reinforced concrete buildings and luxurious Baroque ancient buildings, which gave me a particularly fresh feeling.

After driving for about another hour, we turned into an old village with only forty or fifty households, and the Mercedes-Benz stopped. Asimov motioned for me to follow him down, and we went around the narrow country road.

, the muddy ground that had just snowed was slippery and sticky, making it extremely difficult to walk on. I kept cursing whether I had been abducted by a fat sheep.

Because of this idea, when I suddenly saw a simple runway and a well-hidden An-12 transport plane outside the village, I was so surprised that I could hardly close my mouth.

What kind of workplace is this that actually uses military aircraft?

Forget it, just ask the pimp behind you when the time comes.

"Our crew will take you to the designated location, but we will not accompany you."

Asimov very irresponsibly sent me to the door of the plane, then he took my hand and shook it, turned around and left.

"Hello….."

Before I could finish my words, the hatch in front of me closed with a bang like a trap, almost breaking my nose. I cursed and tried to open the hatch, but I was still a moment too slow, and it was already locked.

Even though it was dead, it didn't move at all no matter how hard I pulled it. Soon, the plane started slowly and started to accelerate on the runway. Asimov smiled gracefully and waved to see me off while I waved his fist and yelled.

By the way, this scene really seemed familiar to me four months ago.

I swear if I listen to the nonsense of salesmen again in this life, I will be the grandson of all salesmen in the world!

I sat down on the passenger seat to catch my breath after all the hard work, and then I had a chance to look around. This transport plane looked like it had been used for a long time. Large areas of paint in the cabin were peeling off, and the seats had lost their original color.

There was an old musty smell, and when encountering strong airflow, the machine would occasionally make strange "ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-rattling" noises like the tapping of bowls and chopsticks, and it seemed that it would disintegrate in the air at any time.

Apart from the two pilots, I was the only passenger in the huge plane. It was so empty that it made people feel uncomfortable. It seemed that the business of this company was not very good, and there were not many people to attract.

I noticed that there seemed to be something placed on the seat at the door of the hatch, an old-fashioned parachute bag that seemed to be in camouflage color. However, as more efficient small propulsion devices became more and more popular, only some retro enthusiasts would

I went here specifically to do this. The other one was a large black travel bag of 60 liters. It was so bulging that I didn’t know what it contained.

I unzipped the zipper curiously, and a bunch of things immediately fell out of the opening with a clanging sound, including a long Abagan automatic rifle, a short pistol, a thick anti-tank rocket launcher, round rocket-propelled grenades, and all kinds of brand-new weapons.

The military guy hit the ground and spun around happily, so bright that I was almost blinded.

At this time, according to the routine of TV dramas, I usually feel a hard blow on the head, and a small black pistol has been pressed against the back of my head. Then the director will show close-ups of the characters in all the scenes, and only a middle-aged killer or a middle-aged killer in sunglasses and trench coat can be seen.

The big man with a scarred face held the gun and sneered, saying something like "You know too much, go on with peace of mind", and then shot me with a random shot that made my ketchup go crazy.

Although this was not a movie shoot, seeing too much was definitely not good for my health. So I immediately stuffed all the weapons back as quickly as possible, then shrank back into my seat and pretended to be nonchalant with my eyes closed.

Then I had a dream.

In my sleep, I dreamed that I was already standing at the door of my house. I unscrewed the creaking and broken security door at home. My mother was the first to greet me with a smile. She took my backpack and looked at me from head to toe.

, commented that I seemed to have lost a lot of weight and darkened a lot, and I needed to supplement my nutrition. I said that I couldn’t help being so miserable outside, and walked into the living room.

On the dinner table were seabass with scallion oil, stir-fried eel, duck in casserole and a few big crabs. My father was busy cooking in the kitchen, and he asked me to sit down and eat something first, his rice spoon banging on the pot.

There was a rumbling sound... Hey, wait a minute, does cooking make such a perverted sound? It's like a cannon firing!

I woke up and saw that it was already dark outside the window, but it was not pure darkness. Red axes shot out of the ground and intertwined in the dark night, like three-edged bayonets piercing the sky, destroying the original

The flat night sky was riddled with holes, and light balls of different sizes were exploding around the machine body. The shock of the explosion shook the machine body up and down.

It looks like it should be a small-caliber high-shelf weapon of about 20mm level. Although it is not very powerful, its speed advantage far surpasses that of a large-caliber cannon, which is enough to make large targets such as transport aircraft have no way to escape.

Sorry, what kind of job do I have? Do I have life insurance?

While I was still in a daze, the cockpit door suddenly opened, and a pilot wearing a faded military uniform jumped over and shouted:

"Damn it, how long has it been? You still have time to see the scenery. Get out of here!"

"Evacuate? Where to retreat?"

I didn't realize it for a while. Everyone was locked in an iron box, and there was no room to hide.

At this time, the automatic hatch opened, revealing the night sky as dark as an abyss. The guy couldn't help but pick me up and pull me to the hatch, and handed me the camouflage umbrella bag and the large backpack full of ammunition.

"Stop, stop, stop, I still don't know how to dance like this?"

I was shocked and quickly explained.

The guy scolded you, why are you so verbose? I'll teach you, jump out and pull the rope after a while. Don't be too low and don't be too high, otherwise you will either fall to death or be beaten like a living target. That rope

It's the rope that pulls the parachute. If one rope can't pull the other, stop talking nonsense and jump quickly. I won't be able to hold it anymore!

Before I had time to ask the annoying question of "what should I do if both of them are broken?", I heard a terrible "bang" sound in the cabin. We were all shocked and jumped up. We saw that the aluminum alloy shell of the tail was hit by a shell.

A big hole was opened, a row of seats was torn into pieces, and the icy wind poured straight in through the gap.

I didn't want to get a hole in my body, so I hurriedly reached the hatch, shivering.

The feeling of skydiving is completely different from that of using a propulsion device, because the latter can maintain the descent speed and trajectory within an acceptable range of the human body through balanced output of rated power, while skydiving requires a free fall of nearly one kilometer.

sports.

My calf was a little cramped, so I had to turn my head and say:

"Um...brother, I seem to be a little afraid of heights, what should I do?"

"Then I have a way."

The other person answered quickly.

"You are so strong, then teach me!"
Chapter completed!