Scholars in the courtyard

Official, United States garrison, base.

"Uncle Smith, I'm glad to see you."

Ford, with a mohawk, was wearing a training uniform, sweat dripping from his body, but his eyes were looking at the people outside the house.

Smith, who looked a little tired, shrugged and said apologetically, "Ford, although I really don't want to bother you at this time, but..."

Smith twisted his mouth, looking helpless.

"Oh, okay, I know, it's all for work."

Ford smiled, then opened the door to welcome Smith in.

At this time, he saw two men in suits following him.

Black.

Walking into the house, Ford took a towel to wipe his face, and then sat aside.

Smith walked to the opposite side and sat down, while the two sat to one side, standing in three directions.

"This is Howard, this is Mele."

"Hello, Major Ford."

The leader Howard's voice was a little hoarse, and he spoke first, "The conversation we are going to have next is related to national security."

"Please make sure you are in a normal state, and what you say must be true and valid, and you are legally responsible."

Hearing Howard say this, Ford put the towel aside, and then turned his head to look at Smith.

Seeing this, Smith shrugged again, "These two are special envoys from Washington."

Hearing this, Ford understood the identities of the two, so he picked up a glass of water, adjusted his mentality and said, "I confirm that every word I said is true and valid."

Howard nodded immediately, and then the assistant took out a recorder and turned it on.

"Okay, Mr. Ford, now I will ask you about the XB-70 bomber incident on behalf of Washington."

"Okay."

"Excuse me, who asked you to teach."

Half an hour later, Howard looked at his assistant Mele, who nodded, and then said, "Okay, Mr. Ford, this inquiry is officially over."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

He stood up and stretched out his hand. After Ford shook hands, the two left quickly.

"Uncle Smith, don't you want to say something?"

Looking at Smith, who had remained silent from beginning to end, and was now holding a bottle of wine and opening it, Ford couldn't help but ask.

"Ahaha, I knew you couldn't help it."

Smith pulled out the cork and took out two wine glasses from the wine cabinet.

"Remember what I asked you last time?"

Ford took the wine glass and immediately reacted, "Didn't that matter have a result?"

Smith nodded, "Yes, there was a result at that time."

"You said that even if the technology was given to them, they would not be able to do it."

Ford nodded, "Yes, not only I said that, but many people also think so."

Smith took a sip of wine, "But now, they are researching."

"Research?"

"Yes, according to the information we collected, they are mobilizing across the country, with one goal, to build airplanes."

"Impossible."

Ford was a little unbelievable, and his face flushed even more, He immediately retorted, "Impossible, I said, even if the Valkyrie technology is given to them, they can't make it."

"They don't have that much industrial support, their foundation can't hold up at all, and their technology is 50 years behind. This is impossible."

"This is impossible."

Smith lowered his head in silence, then raised his head and said seriously, "Ford, I think you should look at them correctly."

"Because they have a very magical power."

"It's like, magical medicine and needles."

"It's like, mysterious medicinal wine."

Ford was stunned for a moment, then drank the wine in the glass.

"You mean, they are imitating the XB-70 bomber?"

"Maybe, but they may also be developing their own aircraft. You know, our Blackbird has flown over twice."

Smith picked up the wine glass and poured it for the other party. "This is an intolerable provocation for the people there."

"So it is understandable that the other party wants to use this method to get back at the scene."

Ford was silent for a moment, and then said, "If they are dealing with the Blackbird, it makes sense."

"However, the speed and altitude of the Blackbird are so high that even the F104 can't catch up. How can they dare to say that they can make an aircraft that can catch up?"

Smith smiled and shook his head, "Who knows? They are obviously doing useless work, but they are still happy with it."

"In their culture, this is called doing something knowing that it is impossible."

"It's like rushing forward with a bomb in the battlefield without caring about your life."

Hearing this, Ford remained silent.

"I still don't think they can do it. Even if they are researching a new type of aircraft, it will take at least two years."

"Or even longer."

Smith nodded silently, "Maybe you are right."

When Smith left the garrison base and returned to the intelligence officer's residence, a middle-aged man with yellow skin was sitting on a bench outside the office.

Seeing Smith coming in, a middle-aged man immediately stood up, "Mr. Smith, hello, I am Li Hui, and I have been ordered to cooperate with your investigation."

Smith had a smile on his face when he saw the middle-aged officer, but he was very disgusted in his heart.

Perhaps this is what it means when colleagues are enemies.

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Li, thank you very much."

Even though he felt disgusted in his heart, the relationship between the two parties was cooperative at the moment, or even a superior-subordinate relationship. When treating his subordinates, he, as a superior, naturally had to maintain a gentlemanly manner.

"Lieutenant Colonel Li, what good news do you bring us this time?"

Li Hui nodded immediately and took out a report from the document bag.

"This is information we have collected at great cost during this period, and it contains a lot of key data."

As he spoke, he handed the document to Smith.

Smith did not open it, but turned around and asked someone to send it to Howard.

"Thank you very much for your support."

"This is very beneficial to our judgment. Of course, it would be better if you could get more information."

Hearing this, Li Hui smiled bitterly.

"Sir, our people have made huge sacrifices for this intelligence information."

"Nowadays, there are no more of our people in Sijiu City. Even in a prosperous city like Shanghai, our people cannot stay for a week."

"The information blockade over there has reached a severe level."

Smith nodded after hearing this. He also knew a little about the situation there, and he also knew the power of the people's ocean.

"But we won't give up."

Li Huiteng said with a serious expression, "The new batch of dispatched personnel is ready. This time we not only want to inquire about information, but also assassinate important personnel of the other party and destroy their plans."

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Smith just nodded after hearing this. It had nothing to do with them what the other party did. He just needed to help complete the task.

"Mr. Smith, we also intercepted an important message."

"Please tell me!"

"Our people discovered that the other party was studying satellites, and they were also studying satellite launch rockets."

"It is said that they have carried out several rocket launches, but the specific progress is not clear."

Upon hearing this, Smith immediately lowered his crossed legs.

"Are you sure?"

Smith's face was very serious.

You know, there are only three countries that have this kind of technology and can send satellites up.

Alliance, they and France.

If the other side launches successfully at this time, it will become the fourth satellite country.

Moreover, they will go ahead of Britain.

The last hydrogen bomb allowed them to surpass France. If they surpass Britain this time, it will be a huge help to increase their international reputation.

This matter must be investigated as soon as possible.

Li Hui shook his head, "I'm not sure about this because not many people know about it."

"And I don't know where their research is going, so I just got some information from a few words."

"However, there are various signs that the other party is indeed studying rockets, and the launch base is likely to be inland."

After Li Hui finished speaking, Smith stood up from his seat and walked around the room twice before saying, "This matter must be implemented as soon as possible. We must find out the other party's research base."

"Okay, we will try our best."

Li Hui assured, and Smith nodded.

After Li Hui left, Smith immediately got up and went to the office next door.

In the office, Howard held a cup of coffee in his hand and looked out the window from time to time.

Beside, seven or eight men and women were busy, most of them wearing glasses, and some of them were even elderly people.

"Howard, any progress?"

Smith walked in and asked. After Howard heard the voice, he turned around and saw Smith, but he pointed to the coffee beside him, "I just brewed it. It's authentic South American product. It's sweet and delicious. Try it."

Smith was not polite after hearing this, picked up the cup prepared by the table, poured a cup, and then took a sip, "Well, not bad, I haven't had such an authentic drink in a long time."

"How's it going? Is there any progress?"

After hearing this, Howard walked aside, looked at the information on the table, randomly selected two and handed them to Smith, "Let's take a look. The other party's requirements for these coefficients are very high."

"It's higher than our current F14 fighter jets."

Smith frowned, then looked at the data on the document and asked curiously, "Is this true?"

Howard shook his head, "Who knows?"

"This information was collected from below. No one has seen the specific design drawings. Unless the other party's designers explain it, even God doesn't know."

After speaking, Howard waved to his assistant Mele, who immediately stepped forward, nodded to Smith, and then said, "Our experts analyzed several key data."

"One is the requirement for glass temperature. They need to withstand a high temperature of 500 degrees, which means that the opponent's speed must reach at least Mach 3."

"In other words, their aircraft engines must have at least 10,000 kilograms of thrust."

When Mele said this, he almost laughed.

"As well as our material investigation on them, we found that they have been able to produce special titanium alloys, and they have also imported a large amount of rhenium-rich minerals from the alliance. We have reason to guess that the other party has mastered the smelting method of titanium-rhenium alloys. "

Mele finished the information compiled in one breath, and Smith asked in surprise, "Can I understand that they are developing an aircraft that is comparable to the Blackbird?"

"Is that so?"

Hearing this, the three of them were silent together.

But after a moment, all three of them laughed.

Because in their eyes, this is a joke.

As officials of a special government department, they naturally understand how difficult it is to make a Blackbird.

Even the powerful United States would find it difficult to make another one.

Just like the "Valkyrie" that fell last time, it's not that it can't be made, but the cost-effectiveness is too low.

For domestic capital, unprofitable fighters are imperfect.

Fighters with too high costs have no value.

That's why they understand how difficult and expensive it is to make a Blackbird.

An aircraft weighs more than 30 tons, which requires more than 30 tons of gold.

With this money, it's better to study missiles.

What's more, even they themselves don't know how advanced the instruments and equipment installed in the Blackbird are.

But they know that any one of them can shock the world.

With these conditions, does the other side have them?

Even the Alliance may not have them.

Otherwise, it would have been publicized all over the world.

After the three laughed, Howard put down his coffee, "Let them study."

"It's better to do your best to study, so that you can also drag them down."