Mechanical Pioneer Under One Person

"08 is approaching the target."

"Penglai receives instructions from the Forbidden City. Escort, attempt communication, persuade them to land in a friendly manner, and await reinforcements."

"08, read it, calling all frequencies and channels three times, then switching to the fixed monitoring frequency."

"09, received."

"Master, there are two new fighters following us and contacting us."

"what did they say?"

"Comrade, this is the PLAAF. If you hear me, please tune to channel 3314."

"Comrade, this is the PLAAF. If you hear me, please tune to channel 3314."

Knowing that the two fighter jets behind him were calling him, Liu Ke looked at his position, found a safe angle, and made an emergency stop in the air.

After the distance was almost the same, he resumed flying and achieved a parallel and equal speed with the two fighters.

Two domestically produced fighter jets with the international nickname "Instigator", one with two cockpits and the other with a single cockpit.

At this moment, all three pilots saw this 'Iron Man' turn his head and look at the fighter plane while flying.

This 'Iron Man' definitely heard their 'call'!

"Fuck!"

Chen Haiming, even as a well-tested Air Force gold head, couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the red and gold figure "outside the window" in the rear cabin of the two-seater fighter.

He really wanted to say something elegant, but... the four-tone "fuck" was the most to his liking.

"Stop fucking back there. I want to fuck too. You're just occupying the toilet without doing anything. Let's get back to communicating!"

He came to his senses when he heard the big brother in the front seat talking.

"Comrade, could you please land?"

"Master, do you want to reply?"

"Just pretend you didn't hear."

"I have to remind you that your actions have probably already..."

"I know, but what can I do? I don't want to be a 'naughty kid'."

"Calling Penglai, target received the message but did not respond."

"Penglai received, escort continues."

"08 received."

"09 received."

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About another hour later, Nanjing University had... pretended to restore order, and many dark-skinned unfamiliar students appeared on campus.

Of course, even this level of 'order' hadn't been completely restored. For example, Liu Ke's dormitory and the mechanical engineering laboratory building were still... quite strict.

Zhao Fangxu and Xu Si, who were both well-versed in local affairs, were also invited into a conference room.

In this conference room, besides the two of them, there were four other people, and they were all seated.

One of them is Ren Fei, who knows everything. His face is not looking good at the moment. He keeps glancing at the sharp flying knife with his eyes, as if he wants to gouge out Xu Si directly.

On Ren Fei's left was a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair. He had a tall and straight figure, a resolute face, and deep and determined eyes. Xu Si had seen him on the news many times.

There was only one person standing opposite Ren Fei, a young man in his thirties wearing a baseball cap.

The last one was the middle-aged man who had accompanied the "Red-crowned Crane" before. He had changed into a military uniform and was sitting in the main seat.

After Xu Si and Director Zhao sat down, the man in the military uniform said, "We've reviewed the report provided by Nadutong, and the Internal Research Institute has also confirmed that the items in the workshop are all genuine."

After that, he looked at the man in the baseball cap and asked, "Chu Xian, do you have any results?"

After a brief thought, Chu Xian said, "We've checked his room and laboratory, and we haven't found any signs of a third-kind contact."

The soldier nodded, and when he looked at the Nadutong trio, his face flushed red, as if he wanted to say something.

But seeing that the three men's expressions were stiff, the soldier closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

When the soldier's blush faded, he said, "He deliberately hid it, so it's normal that you didn't know. I don't blame you. After all, I didn't believe it at first either."

After taking a quick look, the soldier clapped his hands and said, "Now that the real thing is in front of us and the people have fled, this is a serious matter, not to mention..."

He pointed to the ceiling, raised an eyebrow and continued, "...They're all asking."

After saying that, the soldier picked up the porcelain cup he brought with him, took a big gulp of water, and said, "Now we need a complete report and opinions. The report is easy to get. The management is good and everything is included."

"As for your opinion... our domestic 'Iron Man' has been sailing a long way at sea, but he's almost here. So we need to hurry up and draw conclusions in... ten minutes. I think that's enough."

At this point, the soldier took another sip of water, pursed his still dry lips, and said, "Neiyan's opinion is that we must get him back at all costs after he's made enough trouble."

"We have the same opinion here."

After saying that, he looked at Chu Xian and the white-haired middle-aged man and asked, "Do you two have any opinions?"

Seeing everyone shaking their heads, the soldier turned to the white-haired middle-aged man and said, "I'm sorry to bother you. We... will try to make it look better in the end. You can go back and prepare first."

Chapter 71 Risk Release at Big A

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, but if an event wants to become widely known, there must be someone to spread and ferment it.

On the streets of Nanjing, Dou Le, head of the East China region of Nadutong, was having a meal at a small restaurant called '999' Roast Whole Lamb.

Just as the delicious lamb was being served, Dou Le's cell phone rang.

Dou Le curled his lips, took out his phone and looked at it, his face suddenly pale. But after a while, his face showed an expression of overjoyed joy again.

Xiao Zizai, who was standing next to him, was using a small knife to pick up a whole piece of lamb ribs and examine it. He caught a glimpse of the strange change in the person in charge's face and couldn't help but look over.

Dou Le saw Xiao Zizai looking over and cursed with a smile: "The Shanghai Composite Index suddenly dropped eight or nine points. Fortunately, my military stocks hit the daily limit."

Afterwards, he began to remark on the stock market bible, saying leisurely, "I really feel sorry for the young people..."

"I take the bus to work at 9 o'clock every morning and earn only about yuan a month."

"They save money to invest in the stock market, hoping to get rich overnight, but they have no idea who the real winners are."

"Hey, the stock market is like a tangle of theories. I've been lurking in the military industry for a long time. This is called... vision!"

Speaking of this, Dou Le had a kind of aura of being the only one who can make decisions forever in the stock market. Even though he was already old, he couldn't help but hum.

But before the stock god finished humming his BGM, his cell phone rang again.

Dou Le put down the lamb leg in his hand and wiped his hands with a wet towel. But after the call was connected, his brows furrowed and he didn't say a word, just listened.

He waited for nearly a minute before putting down his phone.

Xiao Zizai looked at Dou Le's changing expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Dou Le thought for a long time before answering, "Headquarters is gathering temporary workers and some skilled personnel from the five regions, asking them to gather in Guangxi and head to Lincang."

Xiao Zizai picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth slowly and gracefully, and asked, "Is it special? Such a big move?"

Dou Le watched him eating and said with an inexplicable expression, "Yes, it's very special. He has to go abroad. I'm thinking about asking Director Zhao to replace him."

Seeing Dou Le's frown getting tighter and tighter, Xiao Zizai, who had been somewhat indifferent, finally asked, "Will it be difficult for me to take action if it takes too long?"

Dou Le thought for a long time before he raised his eyebrows, laughed strangely, and said, "No, if it's those people, you can do it to every one of them."

Xiao Zizai became even more curious. He looked at the water in the cup and asked, "What is that?"

Dou Le said helplessly, "I'm just worried that you might accidentally overeat in front of this 'Man Han Banquet'."

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About thirty minutes later, the Douyin female anchor Jiarun ended the live broadcast, and the ten or so people in the live broadcast group began to pack up the live broadcast equipment with expressionless faces.

At this time, a man in security uniform saw Jiarun finally starting to "pack up his stall" and quickly walked up to Jiarun.

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As soon as he shouted, he called out several groups of people wearing aprons from outside and blocked all the exits of the open-air male model restaurant.

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At this moment, a male model suddenly walked onto the central stage and started singing rock music. He also turned up the volume of the speakers to the maximum, making everyone feel uneasy.

Jiarun shook his head, took out a women's cigarette case from his Hermès bag, took out a cigarette from it, and while smoking, he walked through the only "employee" passage escorted by a male model.

As she left, the entire restaurant seemed to have pressed the start button, and instantly a large number of screams rang out, forming a "death rock" with the singing.

Jiarun never smoked beyond her lungs, so she smoked this cigarette very slowly while standing on the street outside the restaurant, waiting.

She didn't turn around until sacks of food started being sent out of the restaurant and loaded into the truck in front of her.

At this time, Allen, the leader of the male model restaurant, also came out with a bloody stick.