Hardcore crisis

Lu Yuan, who was a little confused, remained calm on the surface and let EDI control the fighter plane to fly back. After EDI returned to the base and watched EDI gradually drive into the hangar, Lu Yuan came to Sonny and asked, "Sonny, come with me."

About a hundred meters away from the hangar, Lu Yuan turned around and faced the confused Sonny: "About EDI, Sonny, what's wrong with its neuron architecture?"

"Sir, what problem are you talking about?" Sonny noticed something strange in Lu Yuan's tone.

Lu Yuan was silent for a moment, then told EDI what he had just done, and then said: "That's why I want to ask if there is any abnormality in its neuron structure. Otherwise, it stands to reason that it should not have such a strong ego." Sex is the right thing.”

"Sir, from the previous inspection data, there is no problem with EDI's neurons... maybe you are just overly worried."

"Is it……"

Lu Yuan was noncommittal and suddenly said: "The maintenance and parts issues of EDI and Talon fighter jets have not been resolved yet, so we should try not to use EDI in the future."

Although EDI had shown extraordinary combat effectiveness in the past, it was precisely because of this that Lu Yuan regretted that because he lacked maintenance methods and replacement parts for the fighter aircraft, every time the EDI fighter flew, it was invisibly reducing its service life. Even though the EDI fighter jet adopts new structures and new alloys and composite materials, generally speaking, EDI fighter jets must undergo internal maintenance every few times they fly to ensure that the fighter jet can maintain peak performance.

At this time, Lu Yuan really didn't have such conditions and technology, so he had to temporarily seal the EDI to avoid the loss of internal parts and the inability to replace them.

"Sonny. I'll leave the things here to you first. If there are no accidents, I will set off tomorrow..."

After completing a thorough tour of the construction of Area A of the South Pacific Undersea Base, Lu Yuan calculated the time and decided to go over and check on what his twelve subordinates had done with the tasks they had assigned him. He didn't show up to them for a month and a half. Have you forgotten your existence?

This is really possible.

Think about those twelve people. Except for a few people, everyone is definitely not a normal person. What they think in their hearts is very different from ordinary people. If you don't use thunderous means to scare them, then there will definitely be people who dare not listen. command. It's a trivial matter to go against someone's will, and I'm afraid it's very possible to turn against him and attack him face to face. For example, Yas, who suffers from war trauma and is extremely psychologically abnormal, must be very interested in the opportunity to kill Lu Yuan.

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Indonesia, Maluku Sea. North Sulawesi Province.

Indonesia has a total of about 17,508 islands. It is a country with volcanic terrain and multiple islands. In this Southeast Asian country, poverty is still the biggest headache for the entire country. In many places, due to historical and economic problems, as well as inconvenient transportation and other factors. It is basically in an area where no one cares. For example, North Sulawesi Province, located in the north of Indonesia, is such a place.

The police were nowhere to be seen here. Areas where the military is unwilling to come and where local governments are powerless have been the habitats of many pirates in the past. Now that the U.S. Pacific Fleet and the Indonesian Navy have launched multiple attacks, pirates who have been privateering for a long time in the past no longer dare to act too high-profile. For a long time, it seems that even pirates are really going to disappear.

Of course this is just an illusion.

As long as poverty is not solved, the pirates and rebels in this place will never be extinguished.

Shastro and Amizoyo were lying lazily under the tree. In the tropical climate of North Sulawesi, the weather is always hot all year round. As long as they stand outside for a while, their whole energy will be exhausted. It was as if the sun had been sucked away from me, and I couldn't feel energetic at all.

This is really excusable, anyone would be like this.

To be honest, how can anyone stand guard with such strong sunlight and mosquitoes flying around? Staying there for a while made them suffer a lot. Their bare arms were covered with redness and swelling from mosquito bites, which were itchy and painful. Even the insect repellent could not stop the mosquitoes from coming one after another.

So Shastro proposed to hide under a tree for a while and take a rest.

Amizoyo gladly accepted the offer and felt nothing wrong with it.

No one can stand guard in such an environment... Amizoyo has no psychological pressure at all, well, except for those white people and black people.

Thinking of this, Amizoyo turned back to look at Shastro: "Tell me, why did you go out and come back completely different?"

"changed?"

Shastro thought hard for a while and said blankly: "No?"

"Of course."

Amizoyo thought he was much smarter than his companion. He groped for a long time in his wrinkled clothes pocket and took out a half-cut cigarette. He didn't know what brand it was. He picked up a lighter and lit it. He took a breath and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Shastro looked at Amizoyo with envy and twitched his nose greedily, trying to inhale the smoke spit out by Amizoyo.

"And it changes a lot."

Amizoyo did not let go of the smoke he exhaled, and inhaled the smoke hard, then stubbed out the cigarette butt, carefully put the cigarette butt into his pocket, and then said with satisfaction: "I didn't have so much money before, why did I go out?" Did you bring back so much supplies in one trip?"

"Those are incredible things!"

Amizoyo was "well-informed" and recognized many things in those boxes: "It's not our AK-47s that get jammed after a few shots. Those boxes are all brand new...well, Americans weapons!"

He wanted to name the specific model of the firearm, but the sentence swirled in his mind for a long time and sank again, so he had to choke out "American weapons." But this was already terrible. Shastro's eyes widened and he smashed his mouth, his tongue almost spitting out like a pug: "Really, really? That, but, it's really incredible, the United States Human weapons.”

"Do I still need to lie to you?" Staring at Shastro with disdain, Amizoyo suddenly felt a sense of superiority in his heart. Those boxes were kept tightly and only close subordinates of the head could have access to them. If it weren't for his brother-in-law My brother's brother's friend happened to be one of the people transporting the supplies, so he didn't get such good news.

Darling, that's really no joke!

It is said that hundreds of whites and blacks from abroad have been training secretly all day long. Bullets seem to be free of charge, and they can shoot tens of thousands of rounds a day...

Oh my god, inshallah, how much does this cost? How many cigarettes can I buy from him?

Speaking of cigarettes, Amizoyo started to feel itchy again. He picked up this half of the cigarette from the feet of a white man. No one else believed him when he told him that the white man was so tall, almost one and a half taller than him. His body shape He was so tall and tall that he actually had the guts to pick up the cigarettes that the man had thrown away, something that an idiot like Shastro would not have dared to do at that time.

Those foreigners are so luxurious... Why don't you go shopping outside a few times to see if you can pick up some valuable things?

Amizoyo's mind wandered too far, and he was quickly called back by Shastro.

The idiot in his eyes stammered and said excitedly: "Tell me, will you give us those things?"

Send it to us?

Amizoyo was stunned for a moment, then became furious. He stood up suddenly and kicked Shastro, "You despicable pig, what nonsense are you talking about? Those things can only be used by people like you." ?"

He suddenly stood up and kicked Shastro. Before he could react, Shastro was kicked to the ground. He didn't dare to resist. He held his head and faced Amizoyo for a beating.

"What a bastard, bah, you deserve to think of such good things!"

Amizoyo was indignant. This idiot who was always inferior to him actually dreamed about obtaining those valuable things... You know that even he didn't dare to think so, this pig actually had such courage! Why isn't he angry?

After kicking Shastro for more than a dozen times, he felt a little tired. Amizoyo returned to the big tree. Shastro lay on the ground like a dead man for more than ten minutes before he seemed to be alive. He came over and slowly moved to another tree, but he didn't dare to sit with Amizoyo anymore. (To be continued ~^~)