Genius is just the threshold for me!

boom--

While Williams was still in a daze.

At that moment, an intelligence officer burst through the door, his expression urgent, and reported, "Sir, an urgent telegram from Smith!"

...They called right away?

Williams snapped out of his reverie, took a deep breath, tugged at his collar, glanced at the live broadcast of the parade reviewing the Dongfeng-31A, and instructed Peter, "Keep an eye on and take notes on the remaining equipment."

After saying that, Williams ran quickly toward the encrypted communication room next door without waiting for Peter's response.

Because of the time difference, it was still late at night on the other end of the video call.

Smith glanced at Williams's askew collar, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, and nodded, saying, "Williams, you seem very impatient."

"Yes, sir..."

Williams took a deep breath and lowered his head, saying, "I just saw their strategic missiles on display during the parade, and I couldn't control my emotions."

"When we're doing intelligence work, we still need to control our emotions. I was just watching this military parade, and it was amazing."

Smith remarked with emotion, "I never imagined that the anti-ship missile they had to retire more than a decade ago due to a leak would be revived and developed again after more than ten years..."

And that hypersonic cruise missile—they've done very in-depth research in the field of hypersonic precision control.

"Sir, my analysis suggests that their hypersonic wind tunnel was already a breakthrough several years ago, and it's already in practical use..."

Williams analyzed the situation seriously, and towards the end, he was practically gritting his teeth: "We've all been deceived by that old bastard named Zhang Zhong!"

"It's not entirely a deception. That old guy said that using the sky as a wind tunnel, combined with computational fluid dynamics, is still somewhat feasible."

Smith smiled and then said, "You have three things to do next."

"Mr. Smith, please speak," Williams said hastily.

"One is that we have confirmed the intelligence on these two missiles to be 100% certain," Smith explained earnestly.

"Yes."

Williams accepted the order, then hesitated before asking, "Mr. Smith, they've also announced a new solid-state intercontinental ballistic missile, and what about those powered armor and new tanks? Should we investigate those as well?"

"Put intercontinental ballistic missiles aside, there's no rush, we haven't reached that stage yet."

Smith thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "As for those powered armors, new tanks, etc., they are all army equipment, generally not strategically important, and cannot shake the overall strategy..."

While these things pose some challenges to our global strategy, there are ways to prevent them. The key is to investigate and identify whether these anti-ship missiles are similar to hypersonic cruise missiles.

This is something the President and the members of Congress just instructed us to do immediately.

"I see."

Williams immediately understood and accepted the order.

He understood Smith's preventative plan, which was to increase various protective equipment... well, to increase income a little bit.

"There are two more things."

Smith said seriously, "Focus on checking the construction progress of their new aircraft carrier."

This combination of anti-ship missiles and reconnaissance aircraft poses a significant threat, but I just consulted an expert online who said that electronic warfare equipment can interfere with the accuracy of the reconnaissance aircraft's SAR radar.

In the future, carrier strike groups in the Asia-Pacific region will increase their jamming equipment to prevent their reconnaissance aircraft from accurately locking onto their positions, and electronic warfare aircraft can also block the reconnaissance aircraft's detection capabilities...

But once this aircraft carrier is launched, it will be a real problem.

In recent years, they have been constantly rotating training personnel on that second-hand aircraft carrier. I suspect that their aircraft carrier construction is progressing very quickly.

"Received," Williams replied earnestly.

"One last thing..."

Smith paused here, but quickly said solemnly, "Increase our efforts to thoroughly understand their southern defenses and prepare for the Asia-Pacific plan."

"this……"

Williams' eyes widened immediately: "Mr. Smith, they now have anti-ship missiles and hypersonic cruise missiles. Aren't you going to halt the program?"

"It's paused, but it won't be paused indefinitely."

Smith shook his head and said in silence, "The original plan was to wait until next month when there is a new development in the South Asia-Pacific arbitration, and then use their protest as an excuse to cross the finish line."

One approach was to intimidate and suppress them, forcing them to abandon industrial upgrading; the other was to coerce them into exchanging biological research data from God's plan.

However, now that they have produced these two missiles, the plan will have to be paused.

But if things don't go well, the plan will proceed after the middle of next year.

"Mid-next year?"

Williams was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to understand something, and his expression showed a hint of realization.

"It seems you understand now."

Seeing Williams' expression, Smith took a sip of coffee and said seriously, "Next year is the election year, but the Republicans' claims and interests are completely different from ours."

If the pro-democracy camp fails to secure re-election, then our commitment to the Asia-Pacific region over the past two terms, our interests and positions, and our desert strategy will all shrink… This is something I do not want to see, and it is something many gentlemen do not want to see either.”

"Mr. Smith, I will definitely find out the details of their defenses!" Williams solemnly assured him.

He understood what Smith meant.

That is, if the election is uncertain, then suppress the region with a local conflict to prove and demonstrate the correctness of the Asia-Pacific proposition, and then help the pro-democracy camp win re-election.

Although such a plan is very risky now.

But if we really fail, the situation won't be worse than losing the re-election.

This matter is no longer just about the interests of the democrats, but also about the interests of their entire external intelligence network, and even the military...

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Ding-dong! Ding-dong—

At 11:36 a.m., the parade ended as 70,000 balloons and 70,000 peace doves took to the sky, and all the guests began to disperse.

Lin Dong took out his phone, which he hadn't checked until now. As soon as he turned it on, a series of messages popped up.

[Li Tao]: Lin Dong, Xu Qingling, Xia Ran, I saw the three of you on the live broadcast of the military parade!

Please visit the website w)w)w).)d)e)q)i)x)s).)o)r)g to view the latest chapters of the novel!

[Li Tao]: Awesome! This military parade was incredibly impressive, anti-ship missiles + reconnaissance aircraft, unbeatable! The internet is buzzing!

[Zhang Zihua]: I saw you all during the school's group viewing event.

[Zhang Yihao]: That Changjian-100 missile is so powerful... It carries a tactical nuclear warhead and can be launched directly to Pearl Harbor.

[Su Yue]: Oh my god, you guys can actually come to the ceremony! When will my old Su get to stand up and let me enjoy the same treatment?

[Huang Qingyao]: Lin Dong, this combat robotic dog, and the swarm of drones, can even fight alongside tanks? Is Uncle Lin going to be called the Tank King from now on? @Lin Dong

[Lin Dong]: We have to get up before 4 a.m., do you want to come?

[Lin Dong]: I've already taken a screenshot and sent it to my dad @Huang Qingyao

[Huang Qingyao]: Huh?! How could this happen! Retract! Retract it now! @Lin Dong

[Lin Dong]: Two cups of milk tea.

[Huang Qingyao]: A scholar can be killed, but not blackmailed!

"Ladies and gentlemen, please come this way. A car will take you back to your hotel shortly..."

Lin Dong replied to a few messages. At this moment, volunteers came over and began to guide the people leaving the venue.

"Qingling, Lin Dong."

Xia Ran finished collecting her parade viewing bag, stood up, and asked Lin Dong and Xu Qingling, "Are you going back this afternoon?"

"No, I'll be back tomorrow or the day after."

Xu Qingling said with a smile, "I'm also going to have a meal with my dad, Uncle Lin, and Uncle Wang."

"Are Uncle Wang and the others going to eat together?" Xia Ran seemed to have thought of something and subconsciously turned to look at Lin Dong.

Her father, Xia Tianqiang, came over with her.

But Xu Qingling only mentioned Xu Ziming, Lin Weiliang, and Wang Xingguo.

So it's clear that this wasn't a dinner party held internally by Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group, or perhaps it wasn't an ordinary dinner party.

"A small meal."

Lin Dong smiled and said simply, "Let's go over and mooch off them."

Little meal?

Xia Ran's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly understood. Seeing that Lin Dong didn't deny it or pretend to be clueless like before, she couldn't help but show a bright smile, but she quickly suppressed it and waved goodbye to Xu Qingling, saying, "Qingling, my route is different, I'll go back first."

Be careful on the road.

Xu Qingling responded with a smile, watching Xia Ran leave under the guidance of volunteers, and then began to leave with Zhang Fangxu and the others.

"Zhang! Zhang! Wait, just a minute!"

Soon, Lin Dong and the others returned to the parking lot, when suddenly, a gasp rang out from the side.

Ghazali, a relative of 100,000, along with two desert representatives, saw Zhang Fangxu walking quickly over.

"I went back with them in the car. Thank you, thank you for your help..."

After thanking the volunteers who had helped him leave, Gazali rushed up to Zhang Fangxu, gave him a big hug, and then, with a look of surprise and humility, said...

"Your country's military parade today was absolutely spectacular and perfect."

"Next time you hug me, bring a prettier girl instead."

Zhang Fangxu, with a look of disdain and contempt, said something, then looked at the boatman, CEO Lei, and others who were leaving the same viewing platform and gave a brief introduction: "This is Camel's chief representative to the outside world, Gazali, and this is the CEO of our country's technology company..."

A few years later, Gazali was promoted from military procurement to chief representative for foreign affairs.

"I know them, I know them all."

Gazzari quickly responded, smiling politely as he shook hands with each of them, saying, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Lei, Mr. Ma, Mr. Li... hello everyone."

"Hello, Mr. Gazali."

Lei and others responded with some surprise.

Camels are practically synonymous with money internationally, and Gazali, as the chief representative to foreign affairs, was well aware of this.

But this was the first time they had ever seen Gazzari so humble and polite.

"Zhang, this must be your nephew, and his girlfriend, right?"

Gazzari shook hands with Lei and that was it. He then looked at Lin Dong and Xu Qingling and exclaimed with delight, "We meet again..."

As he spoke, Gazali reached up and touched his pocket.

But since you can't bring any items to the ceremony, and I couldn't find a suitable gift, I could only pull out a bank card and smile as I handed it over.

"Don't give it to people randomly."

Zhang Fangxu quickly stopped him, his face darkening. "You scoundrel, you're not being honest! You're investigating my nephew?"

"I've gone mad investigating you. I remember you from a few years ago in Guangxi Province," Gazali quickly explained, but couldn't continue, so he put the bank card away.

"It would be better if no investigation had been conducted..."

Zhang Fangxu's expression softened: "What's the matter? Get to the point. Didn't I reply to your message saying I was busy these past two days?"

"Can you spare a few minutes if you're busy? I'm going to America this afternoon..."

Gazzali smiled, then asked with eager anticipation, "Zhang, that exoskeleton powered armor?"

"Where would I get power armor? I only have manual labor for moving goods..." Zhang Fangxu said irritably. He didn't buy weapons, so where would he get power armor?

"Sure, sure, I want 200,000 sets. I'll help ease the workload for my relatives." Gazali nodded quickly.

"Want some aerial footage of a pet command center?" Zhang Fangxu asked.

Aerial view of the pet command center?

Gazzari paused for a moment, then quickly realized Zhang Fangxu was referring to the ZTZ-100 tank, and his eyes immediately lit up: "We can buy that too?"

"The civilian version only has a simple laser projector and civilian radar, as well as command functions." Zhang Fangxu was already familiar with these kinds of things and calmly said, "5 million RMB."

"Yes! Yes, we want it!"

Gazali almost jumped up, exclaiming with delight, "I want thirty, no, fifty! My relatives have been really troubled lately because of issues with aerial photography and controlling their robotic pets!"

"Go back and send the money. I'll let you know before the Spring Festival to pick up the goods."

Zhang Fangxu didn't bother to argue further, gave a brief explanation, and prepared to leave.

But suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Gazali and asked, "Do you want the No. 8 high-precision mapping drone? You can buy two to take pictures of the scenery, and I'll give you a 50% discount."

"High-precision mapping aircraft No. 8..." Gazali thought quickly, but couldn't recall what it was for a moment.

But then, another desert representative seemed to realize something and suddenly widened his eyes. He quickly leaned close to Gazzali's ear and whispered a few words in camel language, while shaking his head with a look of panic and even fear.

"hiss--"

Upon hearing the words "WZ-8 reconnaissance aircraft," Gazali's scalp tingled instantly. He stared at Zhang Fangxu with fear in his eyes, swallowing hard as he said in a trembling voice, "Zhang, you're joking, right? Don't scare me... The doctor said I have heart disease."

Good heavens, the WZ-8 reconnaissance aircraft... Forget about buying it, they wouldn't even dare to accept it if it were given to them for free.

Buying army equipment is no problem; they can use it freely. But strategic reconnaissance aircraft like this will definitely require maintenance once purchased.

This is equivalent to planting two eyes in the American desert landscape... He just agreed today, and he dares to commit suicide tomorrow. Not only will he commit suicide, but everyone in his faction will commit suicide.