Dragoon fighter

"Girlfriend?" Professor Yan patted Lin Mo's shoulder and followed him to put the luggage into the luggage compartment.

"Maybe!" Lin Mo wasn't sure. The laws of this country seemed to only allow monogamy, and there would probably be no good consequences for being two-handed.

Two buses carrying a Chinese aviation expert group left the airport under the protection of armed personnel from the embassy and US agents at the front and rear.

Considering that they are important technical experts from China, the United States paid special attention to it. In addition to police vehicles clearing obstacles along the way to keep the road smooth, soldiers also set up safety points at some street intersections to guard.

The convoy sent them to a five-star hotel in Los Angeles to settle down temporarily. At ten o'clock the next day, the Chinese team got on the bus and continued to set off following the American guidance vehicle.

Several other buses were joined halfway on the road. Judging from the national flag logo on the front windshield, it seemed that they were fleets of Japan's Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, Korea Aerospace Industries, Hindustan Aeronautics, Pakistan Aerospace Industries and Australia Aerospace, plus China's AVIC Group is almost an aviation team in Asia and Oceania, and some of its companies still have customer relationships with Boeing.

In addition to two buses full of Chinese experts, there were at least four buses from several other manufacturers, almost full of technicians.

"Will we suffer a loss? There are so many people coming!" One of the experts said to Director Zhao of AVIC Group, the leader of the Chinese expert team.

"Hmph!" Director Zhao, the team leader, snorted coldly, glanced behind him, and said, "There is no point in having too many people. One of us can stand up to ten of them."

"Yeah, yeah! I'll kill them all by myself!" Lin Mo, who was in the car and commented on Director Zhao, nodded in agreement.

The experts were sweating profusely. No matter how many people came, you wouldn't be able to drop an aerial bomb. You, the pilot, are here to bully others.

The convoy left Los Angeles and headed northeast. After several hours of driving, it passed through a desolate desert and could vaguely see a city passing by.

Although there are special electromagnetic signal shielding devices at work in the fleet. Everyone’s electronic devices are disturbing. Neither the mobile phone nor the laptop could work normally, and could not even be turned on normally, but Lin Mo's watch still successfully connected to the satellite and located their location through the GPS module.

The convoy has arrived in Nevada from California, and based on satellite positioning, they should be near Las Vegas.

Although we don't know where Boeing's "Phantom" factory is, we can tell from the fact that they go by land instead of by air and add electromagnetic shielding. Not only Boeing but also the US government are reluctant to let them know the location of the Phantom factory.

However, the convoy did not enter Las Vegas. Instead, it circled the city and turned north along Highway 95.

"Where are the Americans sending us?"

Professor Yan, who was sitting next to Lin Mo, was a little confused about the route arranged by the United States.

"There will be no problem." A technical engineer from Chengdu Airlines said to the team leader, Director Zhao, who was sitting in the front seat.

The buses for the Chinese expert team were provided by Americans, but the driver was a military attache from the Chinese Embassy. Before boarding the bus, Chinese security personnel had conducted a test to rule out the risk of explosives.

"Don't worry, the Americans don't dare to do this. If they want to bring down all the aviation experts in the world, no matter how powerful the Americans are, they are still dead." Director Zhao shook his head and took something out of his luggage bag. A square box as big as a fist came out, I smiled, pressed the power button on it, and heard a slight electromagnetic noise, working at a very high frequency, and then the frequency was so high that human ears could not hear it. to the extent.

"Hey. What are you doing?" An expert next to Director Zhao asked curiously.

"Domestic signal jammer, the Americans in Guangxing are blocking it. Why can't we do it to prevent some of our words from being eavesdropped by them? This gadget can block the entire frequency band, with a radius of fifty meters, which is enough."

Director Zhao smiled. Show off.

Fifty meters away, just enough to accommodate the Chinese expert team’s bus behind it.

"Why is it so troublesome to use?" Lin Mo stood up from his seat, holding his watch, and in the eyes of Professor Yan and others, he took a few glances at different corners of the carriage. A wave of waves immediately floated in the carriage. The smell of burning plastic.

"Fire, fire!"

"It's burning. There's a short circuit somewhere."

"Shh! Quiet!"

There was a commotion among the experts in the carriage, but they were immediately stopped and exclaimed by the famous people beside them.

"Major Lin, what are you doing here?"

An expert asked, apparently linking Lin Mo's actions just now with the inexplicable burnt smell.

"You still have to ask? Electromagnetic pulse weapons! Damn it!"

An expert on weapons immediately recognized the anomaly and made an accurate inference, then said: "Directed energy must be a focused attack mode, and maybe there is a diffraction curve equation, otherwise it will hurt other things."

The biggest advantage of the focused attack is that only the locked point will be damaged, and other positions and even obstacles will not be damaged. This effect is a bit like the stereotaxic geometric focusing effect of the Gama Knife.

Everyone's eyes immediately lit up. How on earth did one of them have such equipment and pass the airport security check? You must know that the security check when leaving Los Angeles Airport is even more stringent than the domestic security check.

Some experts even thought that Major Lin was just pretending to be a technical expert, but was actually a military attache who accompanied them all the way to secretly protect them.

"Okay, now everyone can rest assured."

This is not the first time that Lin Mo has done this. At the Paris Air Show, he directly swept through a large area of ​​​​the spy equipment in the exhibition. These microelectronic integrated circuits simply cannot withstand such a strong directional induced current. The impact of the surge.

"Good guy, you really have something hidden."

Several old guys who knew Lin Mo exclaimed in surprise that what looked like a watch on Major Lin's wrist had such a great effect.

Only Professor Yan understood that such equipment was not worth mentioning to Lin Mo's department. He smiled and gave Lin Mo a thumbs up. It seemed that AVIC Group had also joined Lin Mo in the departure. The list is definitely a smart move. In addition to being a technical expert like everyone else, it can also provide some additional force protection.

"Our coordinates are." Lin Mo reported the coordinates casually. The expressions of a few people in the expert group changed. As aviation professionals, they naturally know much better about maps than others. Some of them are even better than navigators. As long as they know By using the latitude and longitude coordinates, you can know where they are, and even which city they are in.

"Where does Boeing want to pull us?" Director Zhao, the team leader, frowned. Although the Americans had said hello in advance, they would be sent to a safe place to watch Boeing with the fastest text updates, no pop-ups, and no ads. f

The A-xx fighter jet was tested, but the specific location was not announced in advance due to national security reasons, but the personal safety of all of them was guaranteed.

If it weren't for the fact that the Americans didn't dare to risk the world's disapproval and kill all the aviation personnel from all over the world, Director Zhao would have even suspected that the Americans were up to some conspiracy.

This ordinary semi-military and semi-commercial secret exhibition had such a high level of confidentiality, which was somewhat unexpected.

"If I'm not wrong, our target is Area 51." The screen on Lin Mo's watch showed the satellite positioning trajectory of their departure from the airport. Only after clearing out the spy equipment that Americans routinely ambush in the car , he dared to say boldly.

In order to keep the route secret, the electromagnetic screen installed by the Americans on the convoy was still unable to block the GPS positioning of the golden dragon, because the Americans also left several necessary communication channels for themselves, which happened to be used by the gold coins. .

Area 51?

The experts were relieved.

Area 51 (English: a

ea51) is an area located in Lincoln County in southern Nevada, 130 kilometers northwest from downtown Las Vegas. It is a place used by the United States to secretly develop and test new Air Force aircraft. It has a high degree of confidentiality. It is not surprising that it is now used for communicative displays of sixth-generation fighter jets.

In fact, what Lin Mo was talking about, two hours later, everyone saw warning signs and Area 51 signs that kept appearing outside the car windows, reminding those who entered by mistake that it was forbidden to go deep or take photos.

The Groom Lake road the convoy was traveling on pointed to Area 51, the most densely restricted military zone in the United States known to the outside world.

There may be other secret bases that are not yet known, but the Americans are obviously not willing to expose them to the outside world easily, just like the base where the Chinese's own "Dark Night" special service brigade is located.

There is a desolate scene everywhere, and it is difficult to see plants. After passing through the two isolated barbed wire walls, there are no posts every ten steps, one sentry every five steps, and a large number of isolation facilities, and there is no high-voltage power grid. It seems casual. Anyone can approach this mysterious Area 51.

Although there is nothing visible on the surface, no different from most desolate no-man's land, there are countless sensors buried here, working with radar stations to monitor every inch of land, and every unauthorized intruder will be punished. Deportations and investigations by helicopter gunships and armed forces on the ground, and even registration, subject to secret background checks.

Like most secret intelligence service locations in the world, digital cameras are ineffective here. No matter how you press the shutter, you will only get a black screen.

In short, this is a very magical place and a place full of legends.