Chapter 589 Prepare to Drop the Bomb! (Second Update!)

Compared with the shocking noise of the Project 10 fighter jet taking off, the takeoff of this drone can be described as silent, with only the propeller at the tail turning quietly and making a subtle sound.

After a simple gliding, like a lady, she slowly raised her head and cut through the sky.

The slight movement caught the eyes of onlookers, but caused waves of exclamations:

"Is this plane taking off so quietly?"

"Is it quiet? Why do I feel like it's still noisy?"

"This so-called quietness is relative. If you look at the movement of the fighter jet taking off just now, and then compare it horizontally with this drone, just because of its quietness, this drone is a big killer on the battlefield."

"Stop joking!"

"Are you kidding? Do you know what is the biggest problem that restricts the flight time of an airplane? It's not the engine, it's not the fuel, it's the TND pilot."

"That's right. Training a pilot requires an equal amount of gold. During the flight, if there is a problem with the pilot, the plane must return. But now that drones are out, I will build a few more and shoot them over your head. If you don’t let go, you will die.”

"boast!"

"Stop bragging, the signals of the two control vehicles next to it are connected, and you can see the operating status of the drone in real time!"

With an exclamation, the people who had just been paying attention to the drone all turned their heads and looked at the two green box trucks that were driving quietly next to them.

In front of everyone, the side panel of the carriage has been opened, revealing the large screen inside.

When everyone looked over, the screen on the truck on the left happened to light up. After a burst of snowflakes, a picture appeared.

Picture taken from high altitude.

Shot from a high altitude, the scene at the outdoor venue of the Zhucheng Air Show.

The picture is very clear, and you can clearly see the people moving on the ground. In the upper right corner of the picture, there is a number that is constantly changing.

1270.2.

1271.11.

1277.85.

The number kept getting bigger, and a touch of confusion slowly appeared in the eyes of the surrounding audience.

At this time, someone suddenly screamed: "This seems to be the flying height!"

Hearing this voice, the audience kept looking up and down, their eyes wandering back and forth between the big screen and the plane overhead.

It seems that this number is indeed the flight altitude.

After figuring out the purpose of this number, the screams started again:

"Is it possible to take such a clear picture from a height of more than 1,000 meters?"

"What the big brother said just now is right. If you throw a drone like this over your head, you won't have anywhere to hide it."

"Hide inside the bunker!"

"When the drone came out just now, you didn't even look at the bombs hanging under the plane and the missiles hanging under the wings. You just took cover and went to the sky with your bunker!"

"Isn't that a radar pod?"

"The one under the nose of the plane is the one, and the cylinder at the back is the bomb model."

"Fuck!"

Amid the ongoing debate, more than 20 flashing red boxes suddenly appeared on the card book screen on the left.

It's red in color and has a crosshair in the middle.

As soon as these boxes appeared, they were accurately latched onto the aircraft on the tarmac, and some of them were latched onto the reporters' cars and people.

Immediately afterwards, the more than 20 red boxes quickly reduced to 8, the color also changed from red to green, the boxes no longer flashed, and the pictures displayed on the car no longer changed drastically.

Instead, it firmly locks on the 8 selected targets on the ground.

The drones in the sky also began to hover after selecting the target.

Quietly, silently, hovering in the air.

It's just that the hovering height is getting higher and higher, climbing to an altitude of six or seven thousand meters, making it impossible for people below to see clearly.

When the number in the upper right corner was completely fixed at 7,100 meters, another drone still on the runway began to taxi.

More than 20 seconds later, the drone pierced the sky and left, just as silently and quietly.

At the same time, the screen in the truck compartment on the right also appeared.

The plane rose higher and higher, settling at an altitude of 2,100 meters. The picture on the screen was the same as the picture on the truck on the left.

Only this time, the red box did not appear on the screen displayed by the drone. Once it appeared, the box was green.

Before anyone could say anything, a red prompt box popped up on the screen.

The prompt box is dark red as a whole, and the font in the middle is black, giving people a cold and solemn feeling.

The text in the prompt box is:

[The target has been locked! Bombs can be dropped! 】

The red letters flashed. Even in the daytime, the flashing red letters gave people a sense of oppression. At this moment, the audience raised their heads in unison and captured the white plane hovering high in the sky with their naked eyes.

This tnd!

Target locked?

bomb?

What bomb to drop?

Is it really still...

Impossible, the organizer cannot make such a mistake, so it should be just a simulation.

Just as they were guessing how far the simulation would go, the second drone at high altitude began to descend rapidly in a hovering attitude.

The flight altitude dropped from 2100 meters at the beginning to about 100 meters.

The next second, the flashing red prompt box disappeared and was replaced by a new line of text.

Orange text.

[Start the bombing mission! ]

Seeing the orange-yellow text, the people guarding the surrounding area were stunned. They subconsciously looked up and saw that the second drone had adjusted its angle and was almost parallel to the runway, and then it was about to arrive above their heads.

Not my brother!

Are you serious?

Everyone subconsciously wanted to run, but another thought in their minds forced them to stop running.

[I want to see what these people are up to today! Even if it is a bomb, I will admit it! ]

Driven by the mentality of watching fun, everyone waited in place leisurely, looking up, and looking at the drone in the sky eagerly.

It should not be a bomb.

But no matter what it is, I must grab it today, and then go back and put it on the table to show it off.

Finally, the drone arrived.

In full view of everyone, the bomb bay located in the belly of the aircraft was opened.

In an instant, countless small things fell from the bomb bay, just like that, falling from the sky lightly.

The sharp-eyed people also saw clearly what it was.

It was a red gift box tied with a red ribbon, about the size of two adult fists.

This kind of gift box is most common in candy stalls during festivals.

So!

"It's candy! Everyone, stop grabbing it. Let me try if it's poisonous!" I don't know who shouted, and the people who were originally quiet immediately stood on tiptoe, raised their hands high, and tried their best to grab the small gift boxes that were floating down from the sky.

Those who caught it were jubilant, and those who didn't catch it stood on tiptoe, ready to continue grabbing.

The small gift box was a bit heavy, and it fell from a high altitude and landed on people, causing slight pain.

But this slight pain was directly ignored by those who grabbed the candy. Now grabbing the gift box is the most important thing. If you grab the gift box and take it back, whether it's to show off or to give to your family, it will be very face-saving.

On the other side, seeing the scene of people scrambling for candy through the surveillance, Lin Yu calmly took the microphone and shouted:

"Don't get excited, our plane will fly twice more, we have prepared enough gift boxes, everyone who has grabbed one, please give those who haven't grabbed one a chance, thank you."

As he spoke, the second drone slowly landed and drove back to the apron. Not long after, the drone took off again and dropped bombs on the crowd again.

The same gift box slowly fell from the same height.

During the scramble, I don't know which greedy ghost opened the box, and then saw different candies in the box, and directly let out a howl:

"The first candy is nougat, and the second one is peanut crisps. Brothers, don't give them a chance, it's different!"

When this voice sounded, people around followed and spread it, but it became more and more outrageous.

"The first box is nougat imported from America, and the second box is milk candy imported from France! They are different!"

"Isn't it milk powder from New Zealand?"

"Isn't it a hairpin?"

"Where did you steal the hairpin from?"

"I don't know, I just stretched my hand to the sky, and then I grabbed a box, but when I took my hand back, there was only a hairpin left."

"Then keep it as a souvenir!"

Amid the noise, the plane flew for the third time, and it was still candy.

This time, the person who grabbed the candy box twice in a row finally gave up his position and gave it to those losers.

On the other side, on the apron of Rheinsteel, Lin Yu squatted on the ground, eating candy with a look of despair on his face.

Sweets can make people happy, but too much sweets will make people have stomachaches.

At this moment, a pair of black leather shoes slowly came to his eyes and stopped.

His eyes locked on the leather shoes and slowly raised his head, passing through the green military uniform and falling on the owner of the leather shoes.

Someone I haven't seen for a long time.

Luan Yuelin.

Luan Yuelin is a diplomatic attaché in Pakistan and is responsible for contacting Musa.

Seeing Lin Yu, he chuckled, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the men in suits behind him, and then explained:

"Pakistan's Minister of Defense and Armaments, Mipu Oli, and the men around him are his subordinates. They were invited to participate in this air show. I happened to be returning to the country to report on my work, so I came together."

"They just watched it and thought it was very good, so they wanted to talk to you."

Chat?

Lin Yu looked down at himself, and his face couldn't help but twitched, his image.

Sighing, he threw all the candies in his hand to Lu Lin, stood up, and walked slowly towards Mipu.

Showing a kind smile, he then extended his right hand: "Hello, Mr. Mipu, I wonder if there is anything I can help you with."

While asking, he greeted Qian Duoduo with his left hand behind his back, asking him to prepare a place for the conversation.

Qian Duoduo moved quickly. He quickly flew onto the logistics support vehicle, cleaned up the mess inside, sprayed the car with perfume, and started to boil water to make tea.

After Lin Yu extended his hand, Mip did not extend his hand immediately. Instead, he was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Luan Yuelin, and got affirmation from the other party's eyes. Then he rubbed his hands quickly, showed a warm smile, and extended his hand:

"Hello!"

When the two shook hands, Qian Duoduo stepped gracefully and appeared behind them. When the two let go of each other's hands, he bent down elegantly and said, "Director, the place for a chat is ready."

After speaking, he stepped aside, left everyone's sight, and turned to greet the security guards next to him to adjust.

Watching him adjust the security, Lin Yu raised his hand and pointed at the logistics vehicle: "Mr. Miep, please come this way."

Mipu was also very polite and followed Lin Yu's actions, raising his finger to support the logistics vehicle: "Mr. Lin, you are the host and I am the guest. You have to show me around this place."

After hearing what he said, Lin Yu did not continue to be polite, nodded, and walked towards the car with long legs.

Behind him, Mipu and Luan Yuelin quickly followed, and then two more of Mipu's subordinates.

The car door is closed, isolating the two worlds.

Handing out the fragrant chrysanthemum tea, Lin Yu tilted his head and asked:

"I wonder what Mr. Meep wants from me?"

Facing the inquiry, Mipu held the scented tea, took a sip, and then said with erratic eyes:

"I came here this time to seek military cooperation in your country."

"Although it is said to be cooperation, it is actually more appropriate to say it is help."

"In the past two years, India has imported a lot of aircraft from Europe and America. Although it is easy for them to repair aircraft with more parts, it is undeniable that their air force strength has increased."

"The aircraft you are cooperating with is still in the development stage, and the F16 we are negotiating with America is not yet in place."

"In other words, in the next few years, we will have a vacuum period."

"We desperately need some equipment to help us get through the vacuum."

"Originally we wanted to buy some anti-aircraft missiles, but after seeing your drones, I felt that this is what we need."

"So, I asked Mr. Luan Yuelin to help introduce him."

"Now I want to ask, Mr. Lin, if you can give him a chance."

After speaking sincerely, Mipu stared at Lin Yu with his eyes, and at the same time his heart was in his throat.

There is no way, as long as it is a normal country, it is unlikely to sell high technology to others.

What's more, it's military equipment.

If the secrets are revealed, it will cause endless trouble.

Opposite him, Lin Yu's eyes dimmed slightly, his pupils were slightly slanted, and he couldn't help but spin the tea cup with the middle finger of his right hand.

Two or three minutes passed before his pupils refocused, locked his gaze on the person opposite, and asked:

"How much are you going to buy?"

This simple sentence immediately made Mipu fall into silence, and at the same time, the plans he had prepared were instantly useless.

After asking the question just now, he made up his mind. If the person in front of him said that the senior management would not allow the sale, then he would immediately contact the country and ask two heavyweights from the country to come to discuss cooperation.

All in all, be sure to get involved as soon as possible.

Is effort important?

important!

But no choice matters!

But what was the person in front of me saying? How much do you want to buy?

What's the meaning? Can this thing be sold? Can this thing be produced casually?

ah?

Suppressing his beating heart, Mipu leaned forward slightly and asked cautiously:

"Can this thing be sold? Your senior management..."

Before he could finish his words, Lin Yu interrupted with a wave of his hand: "It can be sold, but it's a specific model with some additional anti-theft features."

“You just have to tell me how much to buy!”