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When Bertie Buzzell didn't come to the door, Sean almost forgot about it.

The main reason is that there are too many things going on recently and they are too impactful.

In addition, the expansion of Sean's bank has made him no longer short of money, which makes Sean no longer feel the urgency.

After entertaining Bertie Buzzell, we agreed to go to Long Island to try out the airplane the day after tomorrow.

All spare parts for the aircraft are produced in the east, but the final assembly is completed in the United States.

Therefore, this place of origin is the United States!

Authentic American original goods.

…

"Not bad, it looks great." Sean looked at the brand new silver-gray propeller aircraft in front of him. The aircraft's belly and under the wings on both sides were equipped with mounts that could carry many kinds of weapons.

"Mr. Sean, our plane hasn't been named yet, please give it one." Bertie Buzzell said with a smile.

"I'll pick one up, haha, then I'll do it for you!" Sean smiled and patted Bertie Buzzell's arm. You're very smart, young man.

"Let's call it the Devil Bird!" Sean thought for a moment and raised his head and said, "Our plane is the devil that brings death, killing people like crazy!"

Bertie Buzzell had a depressed expression, as if he had seen a ghost, "Sir, our plane is for government troops, we are decent!"

"Aren't governments all devils? In the eyes of the anti-government forces?" Sean shrugged, "I think it's very good. It's just a thing used to kill people, so there's no need to use Angels, Mirs or the like. Then

It’s so shameless.”

"You...okay." Bertie Bazell opened his mouth, but finally gave up. Who makes this the major shareholder?

Since he asked someone to name him, it would be hard for him to refuse now. Isn’t that a provocation?

It should have been decided damn early!

"How do you feel about their spare parts?" Sean smiled and looked at Bertie Barzel and asked.

"It's very good. It meets our requirements very well. There is not a single defective part." Bertie Buzzell nodded with satisfaction, and after thinking for a while, he added, "After all, the technical content is not high."

Sean glanced at Bertie Buzzell with a half-smile. He bet that this guy must have been shocked by the industrial capabilities of the east.

It's not more advanced than the United States, it's more advanced than he imagined.

There are also production efficiency and costs.

The performance of this aircraft is much more advanced than the prototype F6F, but the price is the same as the F6F of the year, about US$350,000.

Of course, some advanced radar equipment, night market equipment, fire control systems, etc. will also be installed later, and the cost will definitely increase.

However, Sean has seen the unit prices of various models of Bertie Buzzell. The highest-end model, which can be equipped with cluster bombs, laser-guided bombs, anti-tank missiles, and infrared combat missiles, costs only US$1.6 million.

.

Of course, a good radar costs more than 800,000 US dollars, and high-end night vision devices cost millions, but there is no need to install such a good one here.

Sean didn't think Uncle Black and the guys from South America could play at such a high level.

However, if they strongly request it, they can also install it separately, which is not a problem.

"Then are you going to order some spare parts from them to use in your Grumman?" Sean asked with a smile.

"Can you order some to try? Well, that's it." Bertie Buzzell also wanted to refuse loudly, but their prices were too cheap.

"This aircraft can definitely be used as a prototype platform." Bertie Bazell immediately changed the subject and said: "With those weapons removed, it can be used as a training aircraft, with a better radar installed, and it can be used as a maritime patrol aircraft, anti-submarine aircraft, etc.

For alerts, early warning, etc., after adding a water tank, it can be used as a forest fire-fighting aircraft, and after adding water landing gear, it can be used as a sea rescue aircraft."

"I think he still has a lot of room for development."

"Fighting forest fires? I remember that planes can't carry a lot of water. What are the effects?" Sean looked curious.

"Slow speed is okay, our minimum stall speed is only 130 kilometers, which is slower than a car!" Bertie Bazell said with a smile.

"Oh, okay." Sean shrugged. He didn't understand either. Just say it.

"How about a test?" Sean became interested and turned to look at the staff next to him.

If it were jet-type supersonic speed, he wouldn't try it. He couldn't do it without professional training, and the cabin would be sticky with vomit.

But this kind of low-speed propeller aircraft has much lower requirements for pilots.

This is why Sean said this kind of aircraft is suitable for third world countries.

The boss wants to try flying, does anyone dare to stop him?

The staff immediately called the crew to start preparations, "Sir, do you need to mount weapons?"

"Hang up, hang up everything he can." As soon as Sean finished speaking, he was stopped by Bertie Buzzell next to him.

"God, Mr. Shawn, this is New York, what do you want to do with weapons?" Bertie Buzzell said with a frantic look on his face.

"I'm not bombing New York, so what are you afraid of? Don't tell me that you don't have a military-approved aircraft testing site?" Sean looked askance at Bertie Buzzell.

"That's in the sandy area, an inaccessible place, and this is New York!" Bertie Buzzell said, dumbfounded.

"Uh..." Sean scratched his head, "Then just go to the sea and let people prepare for it."

"You, you, you, okay." Bertie Buzzell was a little crazy. He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't. "It will take at least two days to prepare various targets. It will definitely not work today.

"

"Then let's give it a try." Sean thought for a while and said.

He would never learn to fly a plane by himself. Back then, it was okay to sit in the fire control position and follow along for fun.

After flying in the sky for more than three hours and feeling addicted for a while, Sean left with great satisfaction, and the best he could do was to go shooting at sea two days later.

Others use guns for target shooting, but the super rich use airplanes for target shooting.

The life of the rich is so simple and boring!

Cluster bombs and infrared guided missiles were all tried.

A target shooting event cost more than 2 million, it was so comfortable!

…

One week later, Bogotá, the capital of Colombia.

"What kind of crappy place is this, the capital city?" Xiao En came down from the Sky Palace and muttered in a low voice as he walked.

Behind him, Lorraine pretended not to hear at all. He just reached out and poked Sean's waist, and whispered without moving his lips: "The President of Colombia is greeting you down below. What if this is captured by the video camera next to him?"

That's a diplomatic accident!

"What are you afraid of? I'll chop off anyone who dares to show off their brains!" Sean snorted, "Do you think I'm the trash of the universe?"

No one answered, everyone was used to Sean having fits from time to time regardless of the occasion.

Colombian President Gustavo kept a smile on his face and reached out to Sean in advance, saying, "Mr. Sean, welcome to Bogotá."

"Hello, Mr. President, thank you very much for coming. Bogota is very beautiful and full of exotic customs. It is a city with history. I like it here very much." Sean stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other person.

The two of them faced each other and spoke together against their will.

The flashing lights all around sounded...

Gustavo: What is this evil star doing in Bogota?

Sean: This name can also lead to the president. It sounds like a drug dealer. It is indeed Colombia!

After exchanging pleasantries in front of the cameras, Sean pulled Gustavo into his car.

In the car...

"It's not that I, Sean, am picky. I don't want to give face to the Colombian government and won't take the car you prepared. This is all for safety reasons." Sean explained in the car.

"Of course, I understand, I understand." Gustavo murmured in his heart, wondering if he was still saying that Colombia's public security is not good, and even the capital cannot guarantee the safety of guests.

But he could only keep these words in his heart. There was nothing he could do about it. There was indeed a security problem in Colombia. Drug dealers could kidnap the chief justice here.

"I've heard that Mr. Sean's car is designed after the US President's car. It is one of the best bulletproof cars in the world." Gustavo smiled and complimented, well, he also wants one.

.

Colombian presidents are assassinated all the time!

Sean just pretended not to hear, what a joke, this technology is confidential and very expensive!

After chatting about the ozone layer, we arrived at the Presidential Palace and went through the diplomatic process. This was delayed for several hours and yielded nothing.

"The status is too noble, it is so painful, and a lot of time is wasted on such meaningless things." When he arrived at the residence arranged by the Colombian government, Sean stood there and stretched out his arms, and Sophie Marceau was helping him take off his clothes next to him.

clothing.

Sophie Marceau chuckled when she heard this. She knew that Sean was emphasizing his noble status in his words. This was called Versailles.

I saw Sophie Marceau while attending a film festival, and Sean was immediately impressed by Sophie Marceau's temperament.

It's definitely not because of her good looks.

At that time, Sophie Marceau was in a relationship with director Andrei Zulawski, but this was nothing to do with it.

Girls, they are all strong, romantic men, old tricks. During that time, flowers paved the road and the city was full of fireworks.

No matter where Sophie Marceau appeared, a group of people would appear on the roadside, throwing flower petals and sending enthusiastic roses.

If it's night, there will be fireworks all around.

A fleet of luxury cars is waiting for Sophie Marceau at any time, appearing as soon as she goes out.

Regardless of whether Andre Zulawski is next to Sophie Marceau, just pretend he doesn't exist.

This made Andre Zulawski completely unbearable. Is he still embarrassed to work with Sophie Marceau on the luxury car provided by Sean?

If he was embarrassed, would he be embarrassed to drive a broken car?

Behind the broken car was a luxury convoy...

Although Sean did not appear, Sean's figure was always with him. In just five days, Andrei Zulawski collapsed and retreated.

It didn't have any impact at all and the opponent was knocked down.

Sophie Marceau is a feminist, but in Sean's opinion, she has never met a man who can completely conquer him in all aspects.

During this period, Sophie Marceau was pregnant, so she was always with Sean.

There are many lionesses in a pride, but only one male is enough.

…

The next day, we could finally talk about business.

"I am here to bring help to the Colombian government." In the presidential office, Sean and Gustavo said with a smile while sitting across from each other.

"Help? What kind of help?" Gustavo frowned slightly, he didn't believe in what kind of help.

"We all know that Colombia has always been troubled by the drug problem, and drug traffickers are very rampant. In addition, there are many anti-government activists operating and controlling large areas, but the government does not have any good measures to deal with them."

Gustavo stared into Sean's eyes. He guessed that Sean wanted Colombia to hire an umbrella. After all, there were precedents in Southeast Asia and Africa.

What was before him was nothing more than rejection or agreement, and rejection... He instantly thought of the Guajira province controlled by the Kadip armed forces.

The former president was overthrown. After he came to power, he immediately agreed to the autonomy of Guajira Province. After many investigations, it was confirmed that the real supporter behind the Kadip armed forces was not the underground arms dealer named Yuri at all, but Sean

.

Therefore, there is only one choice before him, agree!

After a long silence, Gustavo asked in a deep voice: "We can cooperate with the umbrella company to combat drug traffickers."

"Hahaha, of course that's good." Sean smiled, "However, I think Gustavo you have misunderstood me. The purpose of my visit this time is to improve the combat effectiveness of the Colombian government forces."

Gustavo:Huh??

"I didn't quite hear it. What did Mr. Sean mean?"

"An aircraft specially designed to combat drug traffickers, anti-government armed forces and other forces. Compared with the current mainstream supersonic jet fighters, this new aircraft pays more attention to scattered targets and small targets on the ground, hidden in cities and mountains.

An aircraft designed to attack ground targets in dense forests and other areas.”

"A turboprop!"

…

Two days later, three Devil Birds entered Colombian airspace and flew directly to Bogota under the escort of Colombian military aircraft.

"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing." Sean pointed to the Devil Bird aircraft and said: "Nowadays, because of the problem of air confrontation, major countries are unanimously pursuing supersonic fighter jets that are faster and have stronger stealth capabilities. However, these major countries

, after all, there are only a few superpowers."

"But there is no world war now. The wars taking place in most parts of the world are small-scale and low-intensity. They are more fought with drug traffickers and anti-government armed forces. They do not have supersonic fighter jets."

“I have always believed that we should not only focus on those big countries, but should pay more attention to the third world countries that are still troubled by war. That’s why we have a protective umbrella to help these countries get rid of the shadow of war and let these countries

People can also enjoy peace and live a happier life!"

Gustavo looked at Sean in shock and disbelief. If Kadip hadn't become semi-independent with your support, I would have almost believed it!

Of course, complaints are complaints, but Umbrella has indeed been fighting in these small countries and has indeed helped solve many problems.

Such as Sri Lanka, such as Morocco...

It can be said that no one knows how to fight rebels and drug traffickers better than Umbrella.

This made him really interested in the backward-looking turboprop aircraft called Devil Bird in front of him.

"Whether it works or not, you will know after you try it!" Sean patted Gustavo on the shoulder, "I prefer to speak with facts."

"We, the crew, are all ready. We have selected a drug trafficking organization around Bogotá as the target. Let's test it in actual combat. You and I can take your helicopter and observe the scene from a distance."

"But there are no drug trafficking organizations around Bogota." Gustavo spread his hands and said.

Sean looked Gustavo up and down, his eyes filled with strangeness and pity, pity and regret, "Forget it, let me help you choose one."

Gustavo:???

What do you mean, Bogota, the capital, has drug traffickers strongholds around the city?

He really doesn't know.

He is a president, and Colombia is not peaceful. There are so many things going on every day, so naturally the people below will not bother him with this little 'trivial matter'.

Maybe……

Sean gave an order, and the High Sparrow immediately sent over the relevant information. How could the boss of the underground world not know these things?

Sean randomly picked a stronghold and pulled Gustavo onto the helicopter. There were some Colombian ones and a few Black Hawks.

It’s not that Sean of the Black Hawk doesn’t sit down, it’s dangerous!

Seeing that Protective Umbrella had even selected its target, Gustavo couldn't help but believe it. There was really a drug criminal organization next to the capital area!

The president of his country didn't know, but outsiders knew about it. This was simply too embarrassing. Gustavo sat on the plane and kept staring at the people from the Drug Enforcement Administration diagonally across the way, staring at the director who didn't dare to raise his head.

Sean laughed secretly from the side.

A lot of people came this time, including some high-level officials from the military, air force, and army. I heard they wanted to see the actual combat effects of the new aircraft, so of course they wanted to come.

More than 60 kilometers southwest of Bogotá, in a valley more than ten kilometers away from the road, there is a drug trafficker's stronghold.

The people here are responsible for the processing of supplied materials. It is not a big stronghold. There are only more than 200 staff, including combatants and their families, in total.

The helicopter arrived at the area first and circled around from a high altitude. From a high position, you could see through the gaps between the trees the thatched houses and a large open space below, as well as a winding path.

"This is a drug dealer stronghold, are you sure?" Gustavo looked at Sean.

Sean looked at the Director of the Drug Enforcement Administration, who opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

He only knows that there are them around the capital, but he doesn't know where exactly. Who has the time to care about such trivial matters, whether the stockings of the female secretary are difficult to tear, or the wine is not delicious?

It's not that he is particularly irresponsible. The key point is that even if he takes all the trouble to get rid of it, it will be of no use. It won't take long for someone new to appear.

It can't be completely eliminated, it's impossible, it's simply impossible!

"Okay, we'll find out after a while." Sean agreed.

Gustavo didn't say anything. If it was true, it would be wiped out. If it was false, it would prove that Sean was wrong. The surrounding area in Bogotá was still clean, which made him blush.

As for the life and death of those below after making a mistake...

To be honest, Gustavo really didn't think about it. It wasn't that he was dark in his heart, but that he had forgotten...

Forgot...

Already...

After confirming the target, Sean gave the order and three Devil Birds from Bogota Airport took off immediately.

20 minutes later, three small black dots appeared on the horizon and headed straight for this stronghold.

At this moment, the stronghold was already in chaos, and the boss looked at the helicopters circling back and forth in the sky with an ugly expression.

There was no news from Bogotá that the military had launched an encirclement and suppression campaign, but what was going on with these Black Hawks in the sky?

To get around in Bogota, of course you need to have contact with the military and police. You don't need to be a high-level officer, just middle- and low-level officers. You just need to give a signal when a big operation is launched.

No matter how secretive you are, as long as you take action, don’t you still need the people below?

Confidential?

hehe……

At this time, anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns were rolled out.

But before the helicopter fires, of course they will not attack directly, just in case it is not aimed at them.

It is impossible for a small stronghold like theirs to defeat the regular army. The deterrence of these weapons is far greater than its actual effect, and the defense against their peers is more than official.

Just as they were on tenterhooks, the three finished-shaped Devil Birds began to slow down. After the speed dropped to about 200 kilometers, they began to dive towards the stronghold.

When there were still 3-4 kilometers away, the "swish", "swish" and "swish" rockets began to hit the ground.

Three Devil Birds fired more than 100 rockets in one round. Suddenly, the entire stronghold was filled with explosions and screams.

After a round of covering attacks, the Devil Bird lifted up slightly and then turned back. As it swooped past, more than a dozen bombs were dropped.

Amidst the explosions of "boom" and "boom", flames shot up into the sky. This time, incendiary bombs were dropped.

In other environments, rockets can still cause fires, but in this kind of rain forest, the humidity is too high, so it is impossible to use special incendiary bombs.

Only this time, the drug dealers in the stronghold below had already reacted. As long as the anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns were still intact, they immediately rolled out and aimed at the aircraft in the sky and began to shoot at them.

The sound of "Dong Dong Dong..." can be heard from several kilometers away.

"Well, good people don't have things like machine guns, right?" Sean smiled and looked at Gustavo.

Gustavo looked ugly, "Kill, kill them all, these damn drug dealers!"

"Watch their performance." Sean smiled and pointed.

In a word, everyone's attention once again shifted to the three Devil Birds.

A round of rockets washed the ground. In fact, it didn't cause much damage, but more of it cleaned up the environment. The dense explosions left the trees bare, revealing the drug dealers in the stronghold below.

The purpose of using incendiary bombs is to take advantage of the environment and force the drug dealers out of their strongholds.

Now is the time to harvest human lives.

"Now there are two options. First, use cluster bombs. The advantage is that they are highly lethal. Once fired, there will be no living people within a radius of 200 meters. The disadvantage is that they are expensive."

"The second option is to use a machine gun. The advantage is that it is cheap, but the disadvantage is that the killing speed is slow." Sean looked at Gustavo.

Gustavo frowned and said nothing. Instead, he looked at the military people.

"Cannons," the Air Force boss said without hesitation. Cluster bombs are too expensive to use!

After receiving the order, the three Devil Birds pulled up, circled, adjusted their angles, and opened their cannons.

It is also a machine gun. During World War II, it was completely manually operated. However, unlike modern times, it is assisted by fire control radar and only requires manual fine-tuning.

Three Devil Birds started swooping and strafing from three directions at different times. The "Dongdongdong" cannon exploded, a straight line of smoke and dust rose up on the ground, and the anti-aircraft gun that had just adjusted its angle and roared suddenly misfired.

The cannon is still good, but the operator has turned into a pile of minced meat.

Dive, pull up, hover, continue to dive, pull up...

In fact, after two trips back and forth, the drug dealer on the ground collapsed.

If you can't hit, what can you do if you don't run?

After seven or eight times, there was not a single living person visible in the entire drug dealer camp, only burning firelight and blood and minced meat on the ground.

After everything was settled, the helicopter and the Devil Bird returned together. As for the drug traffickers' camp, everyone no longer cared about it.

…

Yesterday, I coded until 1:30 in the middle of the night. I woke up at noon, ate, took nucleic acid, continued to code, attended the wedding at six o'clock, the wedding ended, and continued to return to the hotel to code...

There were many elders at the wedding, from Qidian, from Zhangyue, from Feilu, and Huohuo was the oldest among them and the one with the lowest income...

I was so shocked that I wanted to cry.

Traveling thousands of miles just to hide in a hotel and code words, what kind of spirit is this!

Brother Dog doesn’t even know that Pei is the best butcher of dogs in the world!

At the end of the day, I am still working hard, coding and writing without rest!