Genius is just the threshold for me!

"But now Xifei and their team have said that unless we return the people, they will carry out a major bombing," Wang Xingguo said helplessly.

"It's impossible to return the person."

Lin Dong shook his head: "Currently, in the technology research and development and general assembly department, only Engineer Xia has the expertise to keep up with the requirements in the field of J-16D fighter jet electronics. The team he leads has not yet been fully trained."

Unless we cancel the production of the J-16D fighter jet, Engineer Xia cannot leave for the time being.

"That won't do! We developed the J-16D fighter jet; production must be done here!"

Wang Xingguo immediately and firmly said, "We won't be like those idiots at Shenyang Aircraft Corporation, developing a Sharp Sword UAV, only to have the production handed over to Hongdu."

"Those drones and robotic dogs your dad had, Zhongbing came and stole production orders from us. If it weren't for the fact that the hardware for these things doesn't have many technical requirements, and our technology keeps deteriorating the more we make them, and Zhongbing also clearly took a cut of the profits, I'd like to have a fight with them."

For Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC), tackling key research and development challenges is hard work, while production tasks and subsequent deployment, maintenance, and upgrades are what make a living.

With so many employees in the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group, they simply couldn't survive without these tasks. It's impossible for them to complete the research and development of the project and then abandon these tasks.

"Now it's up to you, Godfather, to snatch this big project."

Lin Dong thought for a moment and offered a suggestion: "If all else fails, Godfather, you can use a more forceful approach."

"How exactly do you mean 'tough'?"

Wang Xingguo's interest was piqued when he heard the word "tough".

"I took some time this month to study and carefully evaluate this large bomber project. From developing it from scratch to its first flight, it shouldn't take more than two and a half years..."

Lin Dong held up two fingers, looked at Wang Xingguo and said with a smile, "Godfather, next time you go to headquarters for a meeting to discuss this matter, you can make a commitment to headquarters and sign a three-year pledge. If Xifei and the others can be faster than us, then this bombing project will be given to them."

"hiss--"

"A massive bombing project, with a three-year commitment? This is suicidal, this is insane!"

When Wang Xingguo saw Lin Dong's outstretched fingers, he immediately took several steps back, shaking his head repeatedly.

"No, if we really do that, Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group won't be considered a brother unit of other military research institutes anymore; we'll be seen as traitors by those institutes. My God, I'm not that tough..."

Although Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) has made rapid progress on its two recent projects, they are ultimately being carried out by CAC itself and have not been brought to the forefront. The headquarters also cannot use this to make any statements to other military industry entities.

But if headquarters were to announce this now, and even put a military order on the table, it would crush the other military research institutes... He was afraid he'd be beaten up before he even left the meeting room.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Lin Dong shrugged: "This is the only foolproof solution I can think of. Either we return Engineer Xia and give up the J-16D fighter jet production task, or we give up the bomber project."

"this……"

Wang Xingguo hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lin Dong seriously and said, "Xiao Dong, with some modifications, can this bomber really be used to design a part of the combat system for sixth-generation fighters?"

"Um."

Lin Dong nodded seriously: "Not only a part of the sixth-generation fighter system, but also a part of the prototype of the seventh-generation fighter concept, to verify the actual combat situation."

"And there's even a prototype of a seventh-generation fighter jet?"

Wang Xingguo's heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened as he saw Lin Dong's expression didn't seem feigned. He gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table: "Damn it, let's do it! Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group is determined to get this bomber project; no one can stop us!"

Done.

Wang Xingguo checked the time and stopped talking. He got up, took out his secure phone, and started calling Xu Ziming and the others, while also giving instructions to Lin Dong.

"I'll arrange for people to test the J-16D fighter jet overnight, and I'll also coordinate with the military to arrange pilots and operators. Xiao Dong, you need to take a day off next Tuesday."

"The fighter jet has just been developed and is still undergoing test flights. The combat personnel are not familiar with its performance. If we really have to fight the Howler, we will need to provide remote guidance..."

"it is good."

Lin Dong had no objection to this and nodded, saying, "I'll just take two days off, that way I can keep an eye on the test flight."

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Zizizi!

5 PM, Consulate General in Shanghai.

The electromagnetic shielding curtains in the conference room were drawn tightly shut, with only a specially made small radio with an antenna extending out of the window emitting a buzzing interference sound.

Williams looked at the map displayed on the conference room's large screen, along with two signal points representing his own Howler formation and several signal points representing enemy aircraft.

"The third day..."

Williams stared intently for a while, and when he saw the signal point representing his own Howler squadron, he had to turn back after patrolling three laps outside.

The crackling interference from the specially made radio next to him gradually weakened and disappeared, and he couldn't help but frown and rub his forehead.

"Sir, this is the intelligence from today's surveillance footage..."

Two minutes later, an intelligence officer with a full head of blond hair, wearing a suit and tie, walked in with a document and handed it to Williams.

"Peter, how is it?"

Williams looked up at the intelligence officer: "That mysterious fighter jet has been deployed, and are their radars activated?"

The intelligence officer did not answer, but simply shook his head slightly.

"..."

Williams paused for a moment upon seeing this, but still picked up the document and read it carefully.

After seeing the intelligence description above, which was no different from that of a few days ago, he paused for a moment, put down the document, and said to the intelligence officer, "Peter, twenty years ago, when I first started working, I happened to be here on my first trip and encountered the incident at that time. I could clearly feel their panic and their fear."

They are more confident and more fearless than they were twenty years ago...

It seems the president's strategy was correct; the pace of development here is too fast and poses a great threat to our future.

"Sir, confidence and fearlessness cannot change the generational gap in equipment strength. No matter how fearless they are, they still can't do anything."

As an intelligence agent, Peter knew that Williams was referring to the incident in October 1994.

They used the Prowler, the predecessor to the Howler, which was just an electronic warfare aircraft that used electronic deception to simulate the intrusion signals of more than 200 unidentified flying objects, forcing a large number of fighter jets to be activated and many air defense radars to be turned on.

Then, on the third and fifth day, their electronic warfare aircraft came twice more, simulating the intrusion signals of more than 700 aircraft through electronic deception. Each time, a large number of fighter jets were urgently dispatched to check, and all radars were turned on to search.

Through this incident, they learned the air force's response time to the intrusion, and also accurately determined the location of all air defense radars along the entire eastern coast...

With this data, the entire eastern defense line was rendered virtually non-existent for the next two years, thus giving them significant strategic deterrence and value.

It wasn't until a large amount of money and manpower was spent here to replace and reposition all the radars, and at the same time to change the defensive line layout, that this strategic deterrent slowly disappeared.

However, the shadow of electronic warfare aircraft continues to loom over the area, providing them with substantial value for various subsequent strategic deterrence efforts.

Now, twenty years later, they have deployed the Howlers, which are even more advanced than the Wanderers, and they are sending out two squadrons at once...

However, when they received the "intrusion" signal, they were no longer fooled. The air defense radar was turned off, and fighter jets did not take off in large numbers.

Simply add two fighter jets to patrol 24/7, using the most cumbersome but effective method of visual inspection to determine the authenticity of "intrusion" signals.

This reaction made Williams want to slam his fist on the table and shout: Aren't you afraid that it might be a real large-scale missile invasion, and you're going all in on this gamble?

"Sir, it's possible we've created too many intrusion signals. If we'd created fewer, the reaction here might have been more significant."

At this time.

The analyst, who had been silent in the meeting room, raised a point of view, saying seriously, "Too many signals make it seem unreal."

"Because if so many missiles were to invade, it would be preparation for a nuclear war, but clearly, they don't think anyone would fight a nuclear war with them..."

"I know."

Williams nodded: "However, if there are only a few signals, the reality is more realistic, but then they won't need to turn on their other radars, and this operation won't achieve its greatest strategic results..."

So the essence is that this area has developed, its people have stronger confidence and are more self-assured. They are no longer like they were twenty years ago, panicking at the sight of a large-scale invasion signal.

After Williams finished speaking, the conference room fell silent.

Because they all knew that Williams was right.

The underlying logic supporting these action decisions and tactical arrangements is not that their electronic warfare tactics are too fake, but rather that their confidence and morale have changed.

Because their confidence had grown, the commanders here dared to boldly speculate that the intrusion signal was fake.

Unlike twenty years ago, when they didn't even dare to guess, they immediately launched a large number of fighter jets and turned on their radars, fearing that if they were a second late, all their fighter jets would be destroyed at the airport and they would lose their most important fighter jets.

"Sir, Mr. Smith is on the phone..." At that moment, an intelligence officer pushed open the door and walked over to Williams, whispering.

"A phone call at this time?"

Williams' pupils contracted sharply. He quickly straightened his collar and hair and ran towards the liaison room on the other side.

"Mr. Smith, you're not in the country?"

Williams ran to a computer, saw that the sun was already high in the sky on the other end of the video, paused for a moment, and then asked curiously.

According to the time difference, it is 5 pm here, but it is 5 am in their home country and it is still dark. So when he heard Mr. Smith's phone call, he thought it was something urgent.

But now it seems that it's not an urgent matter, but rather that Mr. Smith is no longer in the country.

"I'm here in Europe on a business trip."

Smith picked up his morning coffee, took a sip, and asked with a smile, "So, what are your results from Operation Roarer?"