I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 705 The Scientific Research Maniac's Great Fortune (19)

The anchor fastened his seatbelt and adjusted the hovering parameters of the drone. He had been worried that the cabin was too cramped, which would prevent the drone from operating properly, but looking at the incredibly spacious cabin, he realized that he was probably overthinking it.

Looking out through the electronic screen, four "White Emperor" fighter jets could be seen, which had quietly appeared on both sides of the Y-40 and had already taken off.

"Brothers, did you see that? That's what you call prestige! Four White Emperors escorting us! But ever since I realized that, I keep feeling like Han Guang is everywhere, what should I do?"

As the anchor spoke, the Y-40 finally began to move. Although the scenery on both sides of his field of vision was rushing past, he was surprised not to feel any push-back sensation. Not to mention the push-back sensation, if it weren't for the scenery on the screen, he wouldn't have felt the slightest movement at all!
"This acceleration...something's not right!" The anchor looked out the window at the rapidly shrinking track and his heart sank. "This track is definitely not enough!"

Yes, he had thought the several hundred meters of track was too short before, but when he realized how enormous the Y-40 was, the several hundred meters of track was simply not enough to take a step compared to this behemoth that was hundreds of meters long!

"It can't just fly in circles, can it?"

The anchor's confusion didn't last long, because at that speed, the track, only a few hundred meters long, reached its end in an instant, and then...

"Buzz!"

A strange feeling instantly spread throughout his body. Only then did he truly feel the acceleration and the push-back sensation. However, it was not as violent as that of a fast car. Instead, it felt more like being gently and firmly "pushed" forward by an invisible giant hand!

At that very moment, the view of the outside world on the screen suddenly tilted, and the enormous thing took flight!
"Electromagnetic catapult? That's impossible!" A sharp, heavily accented exclamation in English burst from the mouth of a foreign representative in the back row, filled with disbelief and horror.

The anchor's smart earphones completed the translation almost simultaneously.

He almost instinctively tried to get up, but the seatbelt constricted him so much that he gasped for breath before finally uttering his astonishment.

"What the heck? Electromagnetic catapult? It does look like one, but a Y-40? Am I even thinking straight?"

While it's certainly easier to increase the power of electromagnetic catapults on land than on an aircraft carrier, what kind of alien technology is it to be able to launch a behemoth like the Y-40 with such gentle force, and even without any negative sensations in the cockpit?

Not only is the launch power exceptional, but the Y-40's inherent cushioning performance is also quite outrageous.

But thinking about it carefully, without the advancement of this buffer technology, the White Emperor fighter jet would not have been able to perform those fancy tricks that resembled a "martial arts routine".

Just as the host and viewers were having an exciting discussion, a burst of static came through. Through the real-time AI translation, he couldn't help but frown—

At this point, the group of foreigners seemed to be saying that it was a scam.

After all, it's all video, so why not just shoot a segment with a small plane and then play it on a large plane?

"These foreigners are really judging others by their own standards!"

Although the anchor said this, he also had some doubts. After all, launching a machine weighing several hundred tons to takeoff speed seemed a bit like science fiction. Or to put it another way, if you can launch a machine weighing several hundred tons to a speed of three or four hundred kilometers per hour, how much damage would it have to a piece of iron? And how high of accuracy could such stability be?

A land-based electromagnetic railgun, huh?
So, in the future, it won't be rockets or missiles anymore; we can just throw "pebbles" and strike targets beyond visual range, right? Combined with the already proven miniaturized fusion reactor, wow, the cost has suddenly dropped to single digits. The output of steel mills in recent years will instantly become strategic reserves?
Just as the streamer was having doubts and worried that his team had actually pulled off a tactical feint, a viewer in the live stream reminded him that the video of the Y-40 electromagnetic catapult had been uploaded online, with real footage from various angles and directions, and even official footage of Han Guang following the aircraft.

The host quickly tapped his smart glasses, and as the multi-angle video unfolded, his mood immediately improved. Meanwhile, the previously noisy group of foreigners suddenly fell silent, their faces contorted with grief, as if they were attending a grand funeral.

After a brief and slight turbulence, the plane entered a stable flight, the seatbelt indicator light went out, and the previously locked seatbelts opened.

Flight attendants dressed in military uniforms pushed beverage carts and distributed various non-alcoholic drinks to passengers with a gentle and professional attitude, making it feel like being in the first class of a commercial airline.

The lucky tourists quickly relaxed, curiously looking down through the portholes at the increasingly smaller mountains and land below, taking photos of each other, and even pretending to walk around with non-alcoholic drinks in hand. If you ignored their excited, slightly distorted mouths, they might even give the impression of attending some high-end cocktail party.

Meanwhile, in the foreign delegations' area, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Most of them didn't touch the drinks, but instead huddled together, discussing things in hushed tones with serious expressions, occasionally taking out tablets to record something, or contacting the rear via encrypted communication devices.

The way they looked at the lucky tourists laughing and joking conveyed a complex emotion that even a master of pie charts would find difficult to decipher.

"Hey guys, look over there," the anchor took a sip of a drink specially formulated for high-altitude flights, gestured towards the camera, and indicated to the foreign representatives, "They look like they're sweating with nervousness. Is it really that serious? It's just taking a plane ride."

Live broadcast room barrage:
"Versailles, is it?"

"That's over 18,000 meters! Commercial airliners can't usually fly that altitude!"

"Forget civilian airliners, even military aircraft don't fly at this altitude!"

"Holy crap, streamer, look! You can even see the outline of the Earth!"

"I suspect that all they can think about right now is 'Just how far has Tokyo University's technology progressed?'"

"Conventional Logistics Transportation"

The anchor looked out the window at the Baidi fighter jets flying alongside, appearing and disappearing among the clouds, their movements graceful and composed. Then he glanced at the almost absurd contrast inside the cabin—on one side, a relaxed and enjoyable "in-flight tea party"; on the other, a tense and uneasy "strategic analysis meeting." An indescribable sense of pride welled up within him.

However, it was only a twenty-minute flight after all. Before the anchor could finish his endless discussion, the announcement came on again:
"Attention passengers, we are about to arrive at the 'Luan Bird' space platform. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts. The aircraft is about to land."

Upon hearing this sound, the anchor immediately snapped back to his seat, his eyes darting left and right, trying to find the legendary phoenix.

As the aircraft slowly adjusted its angle, high in the sky at 18,000 meters above the ground, in a place where the vastness of the universe and the majesty of the earth could be clearly seen, everyone witnessed a sight they would never forget.

(End of this chapter)