The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 291
The top-secret ultra-large unmanned aerial vehicle research center, the entire center is absolutely armed with high technology.

Dean Zhao took Bo Liangshuo to visit the mini-drones, came to the super-large stealth aircraft, and said with emotion: "Our Academy of Military Sciences of the Ninth Military Region undertakes scientific research tasks for the top ten military regions, but... Mr. Bo, look ——The little comrades in our courtyard are too immature!"

It was also the first time for Bo Liangshuo to visit this place, "Not enough scientific research strength?"

"It's not enough! Mr. Bo, do you know..." Dean Zhao glanced at the busy researchers and said in a low voice.

"The heroic dreams of those female soldiers are often exhausted by boring research tasks after working in the Academy of Military Sciences for a few days."

Female soldiers?Didn't he happen to be talking about his future sister-in-law?
Bo Liangshuo nodded slightly, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Then following his words, he boasted and said, "Dean, you have to be very patient. After all, the female soldiers are young, and they don't care so much about the affairs of their family and country!"

One month before he came to the Ninth Military Region last time, he suddenly received a call from his uncle, saying that there might be a leaker in the Ninth Military Region.

This happens to be the stage when drone research is producing results!

A radio wave sent abroad that was intercepted by military radar came from the Ninth Military Region.

From time to time, the strength of the radio wave will become stronger every once in a while!

So, they checked the entire military region calmly, and found that this radio wave was actually sent from the special communicator of the captain of the Sirius team.

No one knows the leaders of the top ten military regions, and no one knows that Qu Jimeng is his son!

And he retired from the front line of the special forces, and directly managed the research of the Academy of Military Sciences.

All the leaders of the top ten military regions of the special forces, including the Bo family, absolutely did not believe that the radio waves sent abroad were from Qu Jimeng.

Someone must have used his name to do evil in secret.

So... Qu Jinghuan wants to use his son, and he will plan and plan again——

Lay a net in the military area to catch the perpetrators!
Before finding out the secret person, Bo Liangshuo received a call for help from his sister-in-law!
Seeing Bao Liangshuo narrow his eyes, Xu Huan secretly poked him on the back as if he had calmed down. "Mr. Bo seems to be particularly interested in stealth fighters?"

"Mr. Bo, do you want to come closer for a visit?"

The moment Bo Liangshuo heard the words "come closer", he had a little reaction.

A touch of self-mockery crossed his lips, and he looked back at Xu Huan's sparkling eyes.

Then he responded in a strange way, "Okay...it happens to be my first close contact—"

Dean Zhao would not easily let go of this golden opportunity, and pulled him over the warning line, and introduced to Bo Liangshuo the consumer-grade drone they were researching, and how to get close to the enemy without the other party knowing.

Bo Liangshuo also listened very carefully, wondering why Director Zhao didn't introduce the long-range strategic reconnaissance drone of the Academy of Military Sciences!

Future battlefield potentials - the whole world is in full swing research!
The special communicators of the special forces come from this research center...

After visiting the stealth fighter, when passing by the entrance of the communicator research center, Bo Liangshuo suggested to go in and have a look.

As soon as they entered, Xu Huan, who was following behind them, suddenly held his stomach and cried out in pain, "Ouch—Dean Zhao...I'm sorry, my stomach suddenly hurts—"

"Your stomach hurts? Are you going to the bathroom?"

"Yes... Dean, please open the door for me." Xu Huan's face twisted into a ball and begged.

Bo Liangshuo's fingers brushed across the workbench where the precision instruments were placed, "Aren't you going to have diarrhea? -- Then go to the bathroom quickly!"

The slender fingers gently slid across the edge of the workbench, pasting tiny monitors along the way.

(End of this chapter)