Chapter Thirty-Seven Twenty-four Hour Subversion Part 1
"What is this?" An agent at the CIA's residence in downtown Kinshasa pointed at the latest satellite picture and shouted to his companion, "Carrier-based aircraft? J-31, it is the Chinese Air Force. How did it get to Kinshasa?
Is it there?" His companion looked at the satellite picture and pointed to the ship above, "fu*k! Is this an aircraft carrier?" In the sea area of the satellite picture, he found a small black spot on the sea area next to the fighter jets.
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"That black spot should be a fishing boat... It's actually so big! China has not used the J-31 as its main battle fighter. I'm afraid this is not China's naval fleet, it should be a private armed force... How did they get it?
The J-31 fighter jet has not even been fielded by the Chinese Air Force!" The agent picked up the satellite phone and said, "Mr. Vampire and the CIA headquarters must be notified immediately. We are in trouble here."
Early the next morning, Fu Ming heard the sound of tinkling outside and slowly opened his glasses. He stood up and the clothes behind him fell to the ground. "Keke's coat?" Fu Ming picked up the clothes.
The fragrance of cocoa was still on the clothes. "This silly girl..." He walked outside the house. Members of the security forces and people transporting supplies in the company were all busy nervously. Fu Ming glanced at his watch and saw that it was morning.
At half past five, the supplies arrived faster than he thought.
The diesel engine stood at the back of the house, and the wires were stretched long and went directly into the house. Five laptops were turned on, and several boxes of huge data processing systems stood in the house very cumbersomely. There were only two in the whole house.
The room, one of the rooms, was filled with these materials. Right in front of the room, there was a satellite signal receiving transmitter similar to a radar transmitter.
"Boss." Luther wiped the sweat from his face and looked at Fu Ming. "You won't have to rest for a while. You are already very tired..."
Fu Ming shook his head, "It doesn't matter, what's going on now is more important than anything else. Try to keep your voice down so as not to wake up the mother and daughter. Li Jingxue and Coco also need to rest."
"It doesn't matter, it's almost completed. It is estimated that the assembly will be completed before six o'clock. While you were resting, Fubo called and the ship has arrived in the waters near Kinshasa. The J-31 carrier-based aircraft can be dispatched at any time. All
External ground-attack missile." Xu Cheng walked to Fu Ming's side and looked at the sun gradually rising on the horizon.
Fu Ming nodded and returned to the house. Coco walked out from another room rubbing her eyes.
"K, why don't you get more rest? You've been exhausted these past few days." She looked at Fu Ming in surprise. This man had never slept more than eight hours in the past two days.
"You're really not afraid of the cold." Fu Ming picked up the coat on the chair and stepped forward to put it on Coco. "I'm fine, don't worry."
Coco blushed and put on her coat.
Fu Ming kept looking at the watch on his left hand. The time was slowly approaching six in the morning.
"Boss, there is no problem with the communication facilities." Xu Cheng approached the room, wiped the sweat from his face, and whispered to Fu Ming. The huge roar of the diesel generator shook the local mother and daughter who were resting.
Li Jingxue woke up with a start. They looked at the scene in front of them in surprise. The originally ordinary private house had turned into a war command post. All kinds of modern communication facilities were filled with the house.
Fu Ming picked up the headset connected to his laptop and said, "Let the people from the local company go back first, and ask them to pay attention to safety and act with caution in Kinshasa." As soon as he finished speaking, three cars with IADC stamps on them outside appeared.
The engine of Fu's Trading and Transportation Company's truck started.
"World No. 1, World No. 2, please answer if you hear me. I need you to confirm the specific information about being able to fight.
"World No. 1 has received it, the communication is good, and the carrier-based aircraft can take off at any time."
"Everything is normal on World No. 2 and ready to execute orders at any time."
Fu Ming pressed the microphone, "The carrier-based aircraft is ready to take off, track the coordinates I sent, surface-to-surface missiles, destroy enemy targets and blow them to pieces!" Fu Ming connected his satellite phone to his laptop
On the road, he began to track Luli Balante's residence. He dialed Luli's satellite phone.
"Mr. K, you are really tough. Even the U.S. Marine Corps has not killed you. It seems that the CIA is dissatisfied with me." Lu Li laughed playfully on the other end of the phone.
Fu Ming covered the headset microphone and whispered to Weinblad, who was operating the communication facility next to him, "The coordinate tracking is completed. This is the landfill. Please pay attention to the recycling station grouping. The target location has been confirmed. Go to the target immediately.
Place."
"Mr. Balante, in about ten minutes, I will have a copy airborne for you." Fu Ming smiled, "You will pay for the death of my friend." Fu Ming hung up the phone and began to contact through the Internet.
Ajax Rilin Ajax, the leader of the *** armed forces in southern Congo, is fully prepared and ready to invade Kinshasa from three checkpoints at any time.
Lu Li was still stunned when Fu Ming hung up the phone. He blinked. After the phone was hung up, another call came. Looking at the number, Lu Li frowned. This number was from downtown Kinshasa.
The call came from the CIA liaison office. I was afraid that he was blaming himself for not killing K. Lu Li smiled bitterly and answered the phone. At the same time, a huge roar sounded from the building where he was. He quickly looked out the window. Three aircraft
The fighter jet passed over the roof at low altitude, and the supersonic crackling sound made his eardrums hurt. The fighter jet seemed to be demonstrating against him.
"Hello?" Lu Li shouted loudly, "How can there be such cash-rich fighter jets in the city? Where did the government forces buy them from?" The more Lu Li looked at them, the more he felt that these fighter jets were strange. They were not American fighter jets.
, although the flight speed was very fast, he still saw that the painting of the fuselage was obviously different from that of the US Air Force.
"Mr. Balante... We received satellite photos half an hour ago. Two ships suspected to be aircraft carriers were docked near the port of Kinshasa. There were no signs of any forces and no response to the warning. The government forces did not dare to take the initiative...
...The carrier-based aircraft has been identified. China’s J-31, which was officially exposed last year, has not yet entered service. It is a private armed force.”
Luli Balante raised his head and looked at the three J-31 fighter jets that turned around and flew back to his house, "Fu*k, don't you think it's a little too late for you to speak first?" Luli said
He smiled bitterly and hung up the phone.
"Recycling Station One is three thousand meters away from the target. The laser guidance is ready and ready to fire at any time."
Hearing the slightly noisy voice in the headset, Fu Ming lit another cigarette. "Fire allowed, Recycling Station 1 and 2 ground-attack missiles allowed to attack, destroy the target, be sure to kill the main target, ground-attack machine guns are allowed
Fire, don't leave any alive."
"The recovery station crew understands. Missile launch." The driver gave a thumbs up to the fire control system operator sitting behind him.
The two operators counted down at the same time and then pressed the launch button. "Launch! The cruise missile flies normally and there is no problem with the laser guidance!"
Luli Balant looked out the window at the cruise missile flying towards his house, sat down on the chair, took out his cigarette, and muttered to himself, "Mr. K, your gift is really generous.
." He smiled bitterly and lit the cigarette.
At the moment when the lighter's fire went out, two cruise missiles accurately hit Lu Li's residence.
There were two loud bangs, and the two-story building was blown into ruins. The ground immediately burst into flames, with flames reaching into the sky and thick smoke billowing.
Bricks, stones and rubble were flying in all directions, and the smoke could be seen rising into the sky from thousands of meters away. In the windless early morning in downtown Kinshasa, it lingered for a long time without dissipating.
"The recycling station crew reported to the landfill that the target was hit and is confirming the other party's loss information." The fire control system operator used infrared equipment to check the situation on the ground. "No survivor information was found."
"The landfill understands. Please pay attention to the recycling station group. Go to the location of the cleaners group immediately and provide fire support to them. There are no air defense facilities in the city of Kinshasa, and there will be no hostile fighters. Sporadic Stinger missiles may appear.
Increase the flight altitude and speed, don't be locked by them, and be careful to use infrared guided bombs.
After a brief noise, Fu Ming heard the report sent back by the "recycling station" composed of three J-31s.
"Received from the recycling station, there are still five minutes until the cleaners, there is enough fuel and ammunition, the fighter is in good condition, and it is heading to the target location." The pilot's heavy breathing seemed to become lighter, "The massacre begins, come on, wolf cubs!
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Coco and Li Jingxue looked at Fu Ming sitting in front of the computer and couldn't believe it. China's J-31, which has not yet been put into use, has already appeared on the African battlefield. This kind of early exposure of combat effectiveness will make China's intelligence agencies wonder.
Think about it, let the United States and Western forces think.
Li Jingxue also took out her satellite phone and made a call directly back to the General Staff.
"Xiao Li, why do you call me when you have time?" Major General Gao's voice sounded very relaxed, "Don't move, don't move, I'm confused. Hahaha, pay for it."
The black lines on Li Jingxue's face immediately appeared. She frowned, hid in the corner of the room, and whispered into the microphone, "Fu Ming has dispatched ships similar to aircraft carriers. Fu's Trading and Transportation Company is already as powerful as we imagined."
The J-31's combat effectiveness has been exposed in advance. Where did he get these six aircraft? The military has not yet installed them. Shenyang has clearly made only a few of them! The General Staff Intelligence Office still tolerated it.
Got it?"
"You guys fight first and wait for me for a while. Don't steal my chips!" Major General Gao walked aside and said to his mobile phone, "Today is Sunday, and you won't let me go if I take a break... Fu's Trading and Transportation Company
When the ship and carrier-based aircraft left the Strait of Gibraltar, the military satellite had already taken the photo. Do you know what it means?"
Li Jingxue did not answer.
"Let us leave this matter alone!" Major General Gao found that his voice was a bit loud, and quickly covered the microphone and whispered, "Fu Ming and Fu's Trading and Transportation Company must have contacts with the General Staff and military leaders, and J-31 should also It was obtained from there. I checked privately, but Shenyang refused to tell me anything. This is not something that people at our level can know. As for the j-31's combat effectiveness being exposed in advance, there is no need to worry, after all It's just a unilateral massacre on the ground, and the air combat effectiveness has not been fully reflected, but it is good to give the United States a show of strength. In addition to their F-35, China also has fifth-generation top-notch fighter jets."
Li Jingxue agreed, hung up the phone, and stared blankly at Fu Ming's back.
Fu Ming suddenly turned his head and looked at Li Jingxue. The smile on his face seemed to have never stopped. He saw the expression on Li Jingxue's face. It was obvious that the Chinese military and the General Staff Intelligence Office would not intervene in this matter. But he He also understood that he had nothing to do with the General Staff and the military. He frowned slightly, almost no one could see it.
Fu Ming turned his face again, stared at the data uploaded from his laptop, and muttered to himself.
"Father, what is your relationship with the General Staff..."