Dragoon fighter

Engineer Qiu Zhengjun patted Lin Mo's shoulder from the back seat and continued: "You are also very good at program development. You should also try and build an airborne AI system that is better than that of Americans to compete with this 'Adam'. "

The airborne operating system used by the J-15, a carrier-based aircraft officially installed on aircraft carriers in China, is a brand-new system developed by Lin Mo. Shenyang Aircraft Corporation has only made certain upgrades and adjustments to the source code.

The price of 3 million yuan is completely free for Shen Fei.

Lin Mo's high efficiency in developing programs left a deep impression on Qiu Gong and Shen Fei behind him. He completed a nearly perfect airborne operating system in ten days, which was almost unimaginable speed.

If it were an ordinary program development team, it would not be able to complete the work in a year, and it would also need to spend a lot of energy looking for hidden bugs.

"I'll take the time to try this. However, there are too many uncertainties in the artificial intelligence program, and there are too many contradictions in the learning mechanism and restriction rules. It is difficult to balance it well."

The development of the program was just Lin Mo's credit for pretending to receive gold coins. The onboard operating system that Lin Mo gave to Shenfei was entirely the work of gold coins. He only provided some references and requirements in terms of functions and applications.

This giant metal dragon has unparalleled talent for computer hardware and software, and even Lin Mo himself feels inferior to it.

"Oh? Lin Mo, you can also engage in program development?"

Professor Yan's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that this apprentice had such skills. This was not easy.

There are not many pilots who can master multiple knowledge systems and achieve specialization. Lin Mo is already a dual-professional specialist, and he actually has the skill of programming, which makes him, a teacher, impressed.

"Have fun with yourself!"

Lin Mo smiled shyly.

"No wonder you are so confident. I hope you can handle it all with one hand."

Professor Yan smiled with satisfaction. This close disciple was simply born for aviation -

California, Palmdale (Palmdale) near Los Angeles, Lockheed's secret factory, the birthplace of the F-22 "Raptor": "Skunk Works" year after year. Security is tight day after day.

Lockheed Martin's security personnel are equipped with elite equipment comparable to that of the Delta Force, and a dense network of various probes and sensors have established a tight defense network that makes it difficult for even a mosquito to get in easily.

It's really hard for flying insects to get in here.

The low-power pulse laser in the corner automatically targets insects that enter by mistake, and only needs an imperceptible ray of dark light to turn them into fly ash.

Every night, especially in the summer, you can clearly see a circle of insect corpses surrounding the "skunk" factory.

There are flies, mosquitoes, butterflies, and all kinds of small flying insects that cannot be named. It is even more difficult for ordinary crawlers to pass through the isolation grid on the ground.

This means that almost no one is bitten by mosquitoes in the entire factory. All employees do not need to take any anti-insect measures and can go to work shirtless without fear. It is simply a paradise for people with insect phobia.

The bird-repelling system and domesticated falcons arranged on the roof make it difficult for ordinary birds to approach. It can be said that the "Skunk" Factory is a real forbidden area. It is inaccessible to both biological and human constructs.

It is precisely because of such strict protection that Lockheed can develop one high-tech equipment after another with its R\u0026D base here.

With the "Skunk" Factory, Lockheed Martin can develop all submarine-launched ballistic missiles, theater high-altitude area air defense systems, communications satellite systems, F-16, F-22 and F-35 (jsf) fighter jets of the U.S. Navy. U-2 spy reconnaissance aircraft, SR-71 "Blackbird" strategic reconnaissance aircraft, C-5 "Galaxy" large military transport aircraft series and shore-based anti-submarine aircraft P-3 series, C-130 series military transport aircraft, military electronic systems, flight training Auxiliary equipment, fire control systems and air traffic control equipment account for 13% of the annual procurement budget of the US Department of Defense, control 40% of the world defense market, and dominate the production and launch business of almost all US military satellites, becoming a world-class munitions "Giant".

The "Skunk" factory is five kilometers away. An aquatic product transport vehicle parked quietly in an alley, with a small boat upside down on top of the container. The curved hull of the boat covered the array of antennas protruding from the top of the container below. There were also some that were constantly rotating. Radome.

"At nine o'clock in the evening, I am 'Ghost Bird'. I have completed the system intrusion. The West District has unlocked the defense. Now the countdown begins for fifteen minutes. The infrared response and life detection response in the factory area have now been transmitted. "

Around the tops of several high-rise buildings near Skunk Works. In recent days, there have been an inexplicable increase in old cardboard boxes. The strange thing is that these old cardboard boxes remain firm despite the wind and rain. All the cartons have a common feature. There is a hole on the side facing the "Skunk" factory, and the sound of an electromagnetic motor rotating is constantly coming from inside, which seems to be some kind of electronic equipment operating.

"Here are the 'Flying Man' and 'Human Sparrow' who are ready to enter, now start taking action!"

Suddenly a faint light flashed in a corner of the factory, and a transparent ripple suddenly appeared in the air, slowly approaching the "Skunk" factory.

The nearby detection equipment and sensors seemed to have lost their function, showing no reaction to the strange changes in the air.

Occasionally, this transparent corrugation will reveal a few shadows, and it seems to be an optical camouflage cloth that can automatically follow changes in the surrounding environment. Especially when it is attached to the wall of a building, it is almost seamless.

"'Flying Man' and 'Human Sparrow' have entered! Avoid the two groups of patrols and prepare to disperse now."

"'Ghost Bird' received it, there are still twelve minutes left in the system reset time, you have to hurry up."

Like a flounder and a chameleon, a special optical camouflage cloth that showed the same pattern changes according to the surrounding environment covered a vent. A figure quickly opened the isolation net at the vent and quickly got in.

The isolation net was quickly restored.

"The 'Human Sparrow' has entered the passage and is expected to arrive at the designated location in four minutes. The equipment is not missing. "Flying Man" is up to you. "

"This is 'Ghost Bird'. Attention, target No. 1 has appeared, prepare to act as a substitute!"

"'Flying Headman' received it, start preparing now."

The shadow in the air quickly flickered and disappeared.

"Clark Bent! Are you still working overtime?"

"Yeah, old Bendy! I'm on the night shift today."

A semi-bald white man swiped his work permit at the gate of the Skunk Factory, waved to the guard, and hurried toward the interior of the factory with a document belt under his arm.

When he walked around the corner of a building, his whole body trembled as if he had been struck by lightning. The smell of burnt ionized air could be vaguely heard. His muscles stiffened and he slowly fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, he was struck by something. Covered and dragged into nearby vegetation.

After a moment, a man who looked exactly like Clark Bent walked out of the corner of the building. He lowered his head and looked at his feet from time to time. It seemed that he had been delayed for a moment because his shoelaces had come loose. He cleverly used this action to block his face. In the shadows.

"Clark Bent", as usual, hurriedly walked into an extremely tall building located in the core area of ​​the "Skunk" factory.

"Hi! Professor Clark!"

The security guard, who knows everyone who works in the building, greets those who come.

"Well! Bank! Good evening!"

"Clark Bent" responded with his head still lowered, as if he was thinking about something.

The security guard didn't notice that the real source of the other person's voice was not the mouth pretending to be moving, but the high-fidelity speaker hidden in the collar.

"Clark Bent" didn't look at the secret. He still didn't stop and continued walking towards the elevator. This elevator can not only lead to the 24th floor upstairs, but also the fourth floor underground, where there is another An elevator can lead to the huge secret space of the nearest 15 floors underground.

It is also the location of "Laboratory 41", the core of Lockheed Martin's "Skunk" factory.

Only deep underground is the most suitable hiding place for secrets. Thick soil, rocks, surface reinforced concrete layers and buildings can shield all scanning devices.

At nine twenty-one, just as the second hand crossed the top of the clock, the "Skunk" factory alarm suddenly sounded loudly.

Almost instantly, all the lights in the factory area were lit up.

The security guards who were still resting screamed and rushed out of the [Wooden Warehouse] with their machinery. The cars started one after another and quickly blocked the factory area according to the level of the alarm bell -

Due to insomnia, the old Lockheed, who was still reviewing documents in the office, was alerted by a rapid ringing of the phone. This was one of the three phones on the desk, a direct line dedicated to reporting emergencies.

Hearing the distinctive ringtone, he immediately frowned and reached out to grab the phone.

"What? 'Laboratory 41' was stolen! How could this happen, idiots! You idiots, immediately blockade the entire Palmdale, apply to the military for authorization to impose military martial law within a radius of 20 kilometers on the outskirts of the city, and draw a line over the entire city. When we leave the no-fly zone, we need the support of the military. Even if innocent people are hurt, we must recover the things at all costs, and I will bear all the responsibilities."

His groggy brain was suddenly swept away by this shocking news. Old Lockheed's face turned dark red, veins popped out on his face, and he roared loudly.

The unexpected birth of "Fenrir" alloy made Frodo Lockheed, the current head of Lockheed, and the entire family excited for a long time. The phone call he just answered seemed like a ladle of cold water drenching the old Lockheed's head. When it reaches the feet, the bone-chilling cold air rushes straight from the soles of the feet to the sky.