Rebirth 09: Synthetic Male God

Chapter 344: When the meat is gone and the soup is dry, it’s safe to leave the bag behind!
Fishermen made changes and cargo ships changed their routes.

The reason why this logic has always been applicable is that it has always been effective.

And the intensive private communication has never stopped.

Their first goal is always to recover the wreckage.

At this moment, the military represented by the fleet has already had certain differences with Congress.

For the military, the plane has crashed into the sea, which is an indelible stain on the resume and records. If it cannot be found, it will be just a piece of scrap metal.

The career of a fleet officer and the loss of prestige to the fleet cannot be made up for.

But that’s not what the gentlemen think.

Brother, don’t you want money?

Moreover, the fifth-generation aircraft is "the only one" in the world. If someone develops it, the impact will not only be on one aircraft, but also a change in the global situation.

In that small warehouse, the wreckage has actually been "assembled". Well, it has been put together.

It's called gentleness when dismantling, and roughness when installing.

If you don't play with it, you will be Xiao Tiantian, if you play with it, you will be Mrs. Niu.

In many places, the caliber has become larger!
Several experts who had not entered the "classroom" said as they finished: "Even if this thing is not returned, can we still start a fight?"

Another person said: "Of course it won't happen if we fight, but is this the only option in your mind? There are many things to consider about various national events. In the end, it's still about what gets the most benefit."

"It makes sense. We have already obtained a lot of valuable data. The only pity is that it is so short of a final decision."

As they talked, several people looked at the "classroom" in the distance. Most of the big guys who came to help entered there.

It has been more than ten hours.

After a while, the door of the "classroom" suddenly opened, and an old man covered his stomach and said in a hurry: "Hurry, hurry, help me go to the toilet!"

After 5 minutes, the old man ran back hurriedly with water dripping from his hands.

"Quick, quick! Help me back! My head is so hot! I can't stop at all!"

Fifteen hours passed, and people inside came out more and more often.

Finally, on the 20th hour.

People outside heard deafening cheers.

A brand new engine design sketch with republican origin, in line with existing industrial conditions, combined with a four-image structure, and perfectly suitable for the J-20 has been completed.

No, to be precise, it goes further than a sketch, this is a version that can be directly verified by engineering.

Even if the verification is unsuccessful, it can save many years of detours on the road to aviation development.

If the verification is successful, then this will be a powerful heart that exceeds the f119 in all parameters and is perfectly suitable for the J-20.

Thousands of parts, thousands of categories, a huge systematic project. After all.
But the cheers stopped abruptly.

That soon turned into exclamations.

The door of the "classroom" was knocked open, and the doctor rushed in carrying a stretcher.

Zhang Yuanchao didn't stop suddenly just now. He was excited and tired. He was getting older and felt dizzy.

Zhang Yuanchao lay weakly on the stretcher, holding Zhou Rui's hand tightly: "Xiao Zhou, if I leave. I have two boxes of manuscripts at home, and I have entrusted them to you. Let's see if they are valuable."

Zhou Rui was also very tired, but more dumbfounded: "Mr. Zhang, you just have high blood pressure, not a terminal illness."

Zhang Yuanchao said: "It's impossible for me to take antihypertensive medicine."

Zhou Rui took out a small white bottle from his pocket, looked at it and stuffed it back into him.

"This is vitamin C. Your presbyopia must be serious again."

"what?"

With a click, Lin Guangrong could no longer stand still. He stumbled backwards and almost sat down on the ground. Fortunately, a soldier helped him.

Come on, get on the stretcher too.

Lin Guangrong took Zhou Rui's hand and said weakly: "Xiao Zhou, if I leave, I have a granddaughter and I'm afraid she won't be able to eat well alone. Please take care of her for me."

Zhou Rui blinked: "Mr. Lin, this isn't appropriate." Zhang Yuanchao, who found out that he just had high blood pressure, became energetic again and said, "Your granddaughter weighs over 200 pounds, does she still need to take care of her?"

Lin Guangrong sat up angrily: "Fart! 160! How can there be 200!"

More and more older people felt weak and tired after the energy was gone. Yang Rubin took a look and said, come on, take them all away!
The hospital will not be closed tonight!
Doctors and soldiers came in one by one to help people.

When Yuan Gao left, he took out a photo from his pocket: "Gong Zhou! Gong Zhou! My granddaughter is beautiful! This is real! I have a photo!"

Zhou Rui: "Okay, okay, Coco, let's go."

Eh?This seems really good-looking?

Zhou Rui, who was still holding the photo in a daze, suddenly felt his left and right hands being grabbed.

He raised his head blankly, two soldiers holding him up.

"What are you doing? I don't have to go to the hospital. I still have to sort out manuscript papers and data. Just give me a whole bowl of noodles."

It's a pity that he is destined to not escape the hospital's torture.

As the dust settled, most of the value that could be obtained from the one-third of the wreckage had been settled.

The Republic has obtained valuable data in many fields such as stealth materials, special metals, electromechanical avionics, and aerodynamic layout.

Some are expected, and some may not be better than their own.

But it is true that stones from other mountains can attack jade. Being able to study half an F22 at such a close distance is really a rare opportunity.

Only by understanding your opponent can you have a chance to defeat your opponent.

The most important thing is a major breakthrough in the engine field.

The wreckage of the F22 that crashed while showing off its power was transported out of the warehouse overnight after it was confirmed that it had no more value.

After eating the meat, drink up the soup.

Just throw the bones out.

There was a lot of yelling outside.

3 am.

An ordinary night fishing boat sailed into a sensitive sea area.

After going around in a circle, it seemed that I didn't gain much, so I returned.

About three hours later, a controlled fishing boat from country F came to this area.

"The sonar is responding."

"Fill it up and have a look."

After a long time, as the huge metal creation emerged from the water, several white people breathed a sigh of relief.

"It was actually sent back. I thought the other party would bite the bullet and not let go."

One of them stretched out a finger, shook his head and said: "You are all afraid of what the other party will research, but you have ignored one problem. They may not be at this level."

"I admit they make pretty good shirts, but fighter jets?"

"It's possible that those guys returned it unwillingly because the wreckage was too advanced and they couldn't understand it after they got it."

"That makes sense. Let's report it to the headquarters. It seems we can rest tomorrow."

"The headquarters will probably be very reluctant to cancel tomorrow's party."

"Then it's none of our business. The congressman will make them change their minds!"

　It was originally supposed to involve a lot of reactions from the opponents, but after receiving system warnings and editor warnings, it was considered a mixed double play. It was said that it was easy to be reported, so it could only be simplified a bit, omitting some opponent scenes, and a section of the previous chapter was deleted.

　　Sorry everyone.

　　Words from the second round writer: (/_＼) I was prompted to take risks again, and changed and deleted a lot of things. If subsequent readers feel that this story has logical flaws, I would like to apologize to everyone.

　　The author will pay more attention to this aspect of writing in the future.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)