Predatory map of ominous birds

Bo Fu's good talk made the person on the opposite side dubiously think that he was not joking - probably because Bo Fu bought second-hand planes and some information from him before.At the same time, just in case, Bofu asked Makarov to make a phone call and asked his friend to contact an engineer from the Sukhoi Design Bureau, asking if he could take up a private job or something...

To be honest, Bofu didn't have any expectations for Makarov's friend at all, and sure enough, there was no response from the other party... Lucky Bird II came to the pier, and the business manager from Lockheed Martin was finally in Bofu. Under the phone bombardment, he waited helplessly at the pier. "Hey, Bill! Here! Here! I'll show you!"

"Do you really have a plane? Well, let me see..." The guy shrugged his shoulders and followed Bofu onto the boat - he met soldiers from the Osa Federation on the way, but under Bofu's guarantee and After Bill showed his ID, he was fine.Bill, who stepped into the workshop, gasped.The beautiful fuselage of a fighter jet that has never been seen before is parked in the middle of the workshop. The streamlined fuselage is full of the aesthetic feeling similar to those classic works produced by Sukhoi Design Bureau. "Really! It's a beautiful plane...but!" Bill covered his eyes fiercely, "This damn painting! The painting ruined an airplane!" His eyes felt pain, then The green radome, silver-white body, and red number painting really gave Bill the urge to either goug out his eyes, or simply smash the thing.

Bill circled the plane a few times, and the excitement of seeing a beautiful plane cooled down. He raised his head suspiciously and asked Bo Fu: "Is this a model? Can it really start?" Then he made a gesture. "At least you have to give me the basic specifications."

Bo Fu shrugged his shoulders.Makarov took a large folder.It was stuffed into Bill's hand.Bill raised his eyebrows when he looked at it, and his face became less and less human. "A single thrust is 28 tons? You must have written it wrong!" The voice was very strange, "Damn it! Stealth armor skin! Spout to Vector! Damn it! Red Dragon! You must be kidding me! You wrote a sci-fi book and made a model to trick me!"

"Can you take it to the factory to have a try?" Bo Fu said casually.Bill immediately exploded. He took out his mobile phone that looked like a small brick, dialed a number and yelled, "Is there a fax machine?! Damn it! Where is the fax machine?"

Bill took out a Polaroid and took a few photos of the cfa-44.He rushed to the fax machine that Bo Fu pointed to him.The guy was lucky enough to fax the specs and photos to a department before the fax machine overheated and died.Bill loosened his tie and sat on a chair in the workshop, "Drink! Red Dragon, do you have any beer..."

Bofu and Makarov took out beers and chatted with Bill, "By the way, Bill, how long will it take if you write the flight control software?"

"Well....it's hard to say. The key is whether your thing is real? Well, it's real, it's real. Your plane is not a series developed by us, and there is no large amount of data. Can you get it If you get all the data, it will probably take a few months to write the preliminary code. Then test the flight, improve it, test the flight and improve it. At the fastest, it will take half a year—and the money......" Said While here, Bill lowered his voice, "Tell me, where did you get this plane? I think it's a test plane from the Uktopania Alliance?"

Bo Fu walked over with a haha ​​when Bill's cell phone rang. "What? It's here. It's time to start working." He said to Bo Fu.A small battery car dragged the CFA-44 to the hangar. At this time, the navy on the ship saw for the first time what the owner had been secretly keeping in his private workshop.The plane was towed to the elevator, and when the plane was lifted to the deck, basically everyone on board who got the news ran to the deck to watch the excitement.As first-class members of the Osa Federation, they had seen many carrier-based aircraft, and immediately nodded and commented on the CFA-44, agreeing that this is a very beautiful aircraft.

The Lucky Bird II is now parked at the pier, and the crane on the pier hoisted the cfa-44 onto a specially prepared large flatbed truck.People from Lockheed Martin ran over and covered the plane with a huge canvas, and then Bill dragged Bofu to his car and followed the truck—Bofu saw several Osa Federation military vehicles appearing on the side , and there is clearly a police car ahead that has cleared the road beforehand.

The security level was getting higher and higher along the way. Two hours later, the truck, along with a series of military vehicles and Bill's car, drove into a heavily guarded military base. "Don't get me wrong, this is our company's airport, but it is protected by the federal military." Bill directly explained a few words to Bo Fu.The crane hoisted the cfa-44 from the car again, and then it was still a battery car that dragged the plane into a huge maintenance hangar.

The hangar is already brightly lit, and a large number of instruments are in place.Bill patted Bo Fu on the shoulder, indicating that he would stop here, then turned and left the hangar.Immediately greeted by a man in a suit who was obviously higher rank than Bill and an officer of the Osa Federation wearing a school uniform, "Mr. Red Dragon got this plane?" The man in the suit asked casually, but he didn't Wanting to get an answer, at the same time stopped the officer's words, "I'm sorry, Mr. Honglong. We don't want to ask more about where you got this plane. I just want to ask you, can you provide us with specific data? Personally, I can The master will reduce all the expenses for Mr.... We can even provide a sum of money as the cost of purchasing data."

Bo Fu didn't say much, and directly took out a box of CDs, a total of four CDs were given to the man in the suit.But it was the school officer who took the CD. He put the CD into a suitcase, turned around and walked to the computer guarded by several officers and soldiers.

At this time, according to the instructions in the technical manual, several technicians also began to try to start the engine. Before that, the man in the suit—now known as Clinton, was an "engineer" from Martin Corporation. First of all, he was very polite. He asked Bofu if it could be started, and then asked Bofu to stand beside him, and instructed the mechanics to connect some equipment with the soldiers to start the engine.

In fact, according to the normal process, Bo Fu and Bill have already violated the regulations-they did not drain the fuel when they moved the plane, and the fuel tank of the cfa-44 was full... The engine sprayed out a faint blue tail Flame, while the engineers and soldiers on one side were checking the readings on the instruments.Soon, Clinton's "engineer" praised the advanced technology of the aircraft engine provided by Bofu with a very amazing tone and expression" "It's incredible, the thrust reached 28 tons without the afterburner! See Your engine, the junk we developed can really be thrown away!" Then the guy turned his eyes slightly, and after seeing the signal from the officer on the computer, he immediately said to Bo Fu with a smile on his face: "Red Mr. Long, your modification fee is completely free. And if you can sign and transfer this engine, our company will purchase it for [-] million euros."

"These guys are really generous. No matter how you calculate this development cost, it will cost at least hundreds of millions, and then they will pay me another... It is not stingy at all." I also feel quite refreshed, "But I want to complete this development time as soon as possible! Can it be completed within three months?"

Clinton rubbed his chin for a while, then nodded, "It's just that, Mr. Red Dragon. You may have to allow us to study this beautiful bird carefully, and at the same time, you must allow us to conduct frequent test flights on it."

"Okay! That's it!" (To be continued...)