My lover is this organization

The boat ride of about an hour is not long.

Although Qin Wuque had repeatedly emphasized on the way that Alkonos was parked on an aircraft carrier, when the huge steel behemoth actually appeared at the end of the sea level, the oppressive feeling that followed still shocked Vodka and others.

That's a real aircraft carrier!

Especially Kiel.

After all, she was a CIA operative who had defected to the winery. When she thought about how she had been used to fight against such a behemoth single-handedly, the former anchorwoman of Nichiuri TV couldn't help but feel a warm current rushing down her lower abdomen.

How can we possibly win?

Two speedboats docked on the inner side of the aircraft carrier's stern, and Qin Wuque led the way aboard.

When they passed through the long and winding cabin and boarded the deck which was as big as three or five squares put together, the debugging work of Alkonos on the aircraft carrier had reached the final stage.

A group of researchers in white coats, each holding professional instruments, went in and out of the huge plane under the scorching sun, but it was obvious that the number of people going in was far less than the number coming out. All the people coming out of the plane had a uniform expression of disappointment and a sense of wanting more on their faces.

The person in charge of the bunker came forward as soon as he realized that Qin Wuque had arrived on the deck. His height, less than 1.3 meters, like that of an elementary school student, made Chianti look surprised at just one glance.

"Xuehua, you actually employ child laborers!" she said loudly in an incredible tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-haired beauty walking in front turned her head and glared at Chianti with a slightly stern look.

The latter immediately shut up.

Qin Wuque turned around upon hearing the voice and gave a provocative smile.

"Chianti, if you want, I can also turn you into a child laborer. Do you want to try?"

"No, let's not use it..."

Chianti imagined it for a moment and shook his head rapidly.

Are you kidding? What's the good of becoming a child? You can't even hold a sniper rifle, let alone shoot.

The bunker manager, who was less than 1.3 meters tall, pushed his glasses after Qin Wuque turned his head back, and spoke in a sophisticated and steady voice with his childish voice.

"Boss, the modification of the Alkonos has entered the final stage. All system equipment has been debugged. It will be completely completed in about ten minutes."

"That's good."

Qin Wuque nodded, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, how's the plane? It's pretty good. After all, it cost me more than three million."

"about this issue……"

The person in charge hesitated for a moment, and a rare look of melancholy appeared on his face, which was usually calm and expressionless.

It seems that in the next second he will say in a condescending manner - Alas, it is a good piece of steel, but unfortunately it was hammered into scrap copper and iron.

Of course, he didn't say that, but the meaning was pretty close.

"It's OK as a business jet, but too weak as a bomber. The number of ammunition stored is less than 200, only 50 rounds." The person in charge commented objectively.

"That's a little less." Qin Wuque also nodded.

He suddenly understood why the group of bunker researchers who came out of the plane earlier had that expression.

But it makes sense that Alkonos is not entirely focused on combat. Just like the mobile combat center he bought before, its interior can be transformed into a mobile combat fortress, and the external artillery attack can be controlled from the inside through a console.

At the same time, all combat systems can be removed and replaced with living space, transforming it into a motorhome with full defense.

Not to mention, it’s quite comfortable as a place to live.

But then the person in charge changed the subject and a gleam of light flashed under his glasses.

"But even if there are only 50 rounds in storage, it still can be used as a bomber. We unloaded all the ammunition and replaced it with more powerful high-explosive bombs to ensure that the bombing hit rate can still be guaranteed when the stealth mode is turned on at a certain altitude."

"Ah..." Qin Wuque opened his mouth and seemed to understand something.

"What what what? What stealth mode accuracy?" Chianti yelled again.

Just because she didn't understand doesn't mean Qin Wuque didn't understand either. Alkonos can actually turn on stealth mode, but there is a prerequisite, which is that it must first fly to a certain altitude so that the search equipment on the ground cannot capture it.

But it's just like asking you to throw a grenade from a height of 100 meters above the ground. Not to mention whether the grenade will explode on the way down, just making it land accurately around the target is a technical job.

As we all know, there are two ways to improve your hit rate.

Or, double the accuracy.

Or, increase the explosion power tenfold.

Obviously, these big machine masters chose the latter without hesitation.

"How big is this great power you are talking about?" Qin Wuque asked tentatively.

"Of course it has to match its stealth function." The person in charge shrugged meaninglessly.

"..."

OK, I understand. The explosion range is approximately equal to the lowest flight altitude in stealth mode, which is just enough to avoid being affected.

A true stealth bomber.

"But you don't have to worry too much, boss." The person in charge added, "Since the purpose of your trip is to travel to Singapore, you probably won't need this attack function. Even if you do use it, you just need to fly as high as possible, and it will definitely not lead to the worst situation. At most..."

"most?"

"At most it will cause half of Singapore to sink. If we are lucky, maybe only a small half will sink. Don't worry, it will definitely not sink completely." The person in charge said in a comforting tone.

"...Well, you are worthy of me."

That’s all Qin Wuque could say.

……

If you say ten minutes, then it will be ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, as all the bunker researchers were evacuated from the Alkonos one by one, the winery Singapore self-driving tour group officially boarded the plane.

Vodka went into the cockpit while the others went into the lounge area at the back.

As the roar of the plane's engine sounded over the aircraft carrier, the Alkonos' landing gear wheels slowly rolled, driving the huge fuselage to turn onto the take-off runway. The broad wings that seemed to cover the sky and the Hydra fighter jets parked on both sides were like the difference between an eagle and a sparrow.

It adjusted the angle, and after a brief pause, the four engine nozzles behind the wing suddenly lit up, and high-temperature, high-speed airflow with obvious flames burst out from them, pushing the entire aircraft slowly forward.

The slowness was only temporary. Soon, with the continued propulsion of four high-power aviation engines, Alkonos's speed easily broke through the threshold of 300 kilometers per hour.

Almost at the same moment when the speed exceeded 300 km/h, the nose of the plane was suddenly pulled up, the front landing gear immediately left the ground, and the rear landing gear followed closely.

The huge fuselage soared up in an instant.

set off!

Target, Singapore!

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Ah... no interstitial posts, no motivation at all, ruaruarua!

Chapter 369: Sister Bei sends dog food, and Captain Qin is sulking

The journey from Japan to Singapore takes about six to eight hours, but driven by the powerful engine of the Alkonos and Vodka's superb driving skills, the journey that would have taken at least six hours was compressed into less than five hours.

During this period, all the employees of the distillery except Vodka were in the living area at the rear of the plane, chatting, watching TV, listening to music, playing with their phones, and even having snacks to eat, so it wasn't too boring.

Similarly, Vodka, who was sitting alone in the cockpit and flying a plane for five hours, did not feel bored.

perhaps……

Time flies, five hours passed in the blink of an eye, and Qin Wuque and others arrived in Singapore safely.

It was evening in Singapore when they arrived.

A certain dog head had the foresight to order a set of VIP services at Singapore's Changi Airport through the Internet while on the plane - in addition to renting a large enough temporary private hangar, he also called a bus from the airport to the hotel.

Changi International Airport is located at the easternmost end of Singapore, and the southern half of Singapore is the most prosperous and bustling area for tourism. Therefore, the bus departs directly from Changi International Airport and travels along the southern coastal route, passing Little India and the East Coast straight to Marina Bay, showing almost all of Singapore's most attractive places in front of the winery self-driving tour group.

Of course, there are also various archipelagos in the distant sea.

It's nothing, after all, people travel for this reason. If you take tourists to some remote mountain village, they might think you are selling them out and fight you to the death.

Along the way, Qin Wuque was squeezed into the last row of the bus, because all the seats in the front were either single or double, which was completely unable to meet the conditions for three people to travel together.

But it’s different in the last row. He can be supported in the middle by Sister Bei and Captain Qin, one on the left and one on the right.

"Come on, smile~"

On the shaking back seat of the bus, Vermouth affectionately hooked her arms around Qin Wuque's neck.

She held her phone high in her left hand, and the high-definition front camera recorded the faces of the two people... as well as the back of a certain silver-haired beauty who was sitting on the further right, with her face facing outwards and a cold aura emanating from her whole body.

She had been pulling Qin Wuque to take pictures of this and that along the way, changing the special effects and poses, and then uploading all the photos to her own community network account.

If it were one of today's internet celebrities or popular young stars, they probably would never do such a thing even if they were beaten to death.

Because they will lose fans, and in serious cases their image may even collapse, and then their originally bright star career will be completely over.

But Vermouth is different. She is essentially the same as Kudo Yukiko, already in semi-retirement. Besides, she never establishes a persona, and doesn't care whether she will lose fans.

She only cared about whether she could feel good and whether she could make a certain white-haired rival fall to the ground in agony.

Obviously, she succeeded and was doubly successful.

Curacao was sitting in the row of seats in front of Qin Wuque and the other two, together with a former female anchor of a Japanese TV station who had her chin in her hands and was in a daze the entire time.

Kiel didn't sit with Vodka and the others because they were not familiar with each other, but Curacao chose this position... purely because it would allow her to be closer to Qin Wuque.

All the way, she was listening to the noises coming from Qin Wuque and Belmode behind her, and from time to time she would carefully turn her head to take a look under the cover of the seat back, revealing a look of wanting to say something but stopping herself and looking thoughtful, and then she would carefully turn her head back again.

"Hmph, boring."

A certain silver-haired beauty snorted and commented.

Gin could no longer remember how many times she had made such a sound since she got on the car, or perhaps she didn't remember it at all, and even if she did, she would not admit it.

Anyway, I didn’t remember it.

It was as if Vermouth was determined to go against her. The more unhappy she looked, the happier she was when taking selfies with Qin Wuque.

Are you two still children?

The silver-haired beauty snorted and cursed in her heart.

In comparison, the most lively place was the vodka side.

This 1.8-meter-tall burly man, who looked like a thug even in his short-sleeved beach shorts and sunglasses, leaned over the back of the bus seat and chattered with Cohen Chianti who was sitting in the back seat.

In fact, he should have been sitting next to Gin, but his elder sister was having her own major life event at the moment, and as a younger brother, he certainly couldn't be so blind as to act as a light bulb, so he simply sat with Cohn and Chianti, the two old partners.

Chianti is a grumpy older sister and a chatterbox, but Cohen is not.

So basically, when they chat, Chianti is the one doing the talking, Cohen is the one listening, and he gives some key suggestions from time to time.

However, this time, Vodka was in an unusually good mood to talk. I don't know if it was because he let out all of a sudden the talkativeness he had accumulated from carrying out missions with Captain Qin. He actually talked more than Chianti and almost dominated the conversation.

He spoke fluently and accurately, from Little India to Marina Bay. He could recognize almost everything he saw at a glance and was even more professional than the tour guides.

"What is that? It feels pretty good!" Chianti suddenly said with sharp eyes.

She sat facing forward, and while chatting with Vodka, she suddenly caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye that there was a park-like square to the right in front of them. In the center of the square was a huge lake, which was not sure whether it was filled with fresh water or sea water. Tall Merlion statues surrounded the square, and fountains continuously spurted out of the lion's mouth, pouring into the central lake.

"Oh, that one."

Vodka took one look and reacted immediately.

"That's the Merlion Park, the smallest park in Singapore, but also a very famous tourist attraction. There are often performances in the park at night."

"Oh!" Chianti's eyes lit up.

Vodka scratched his head and continued, "But about two or three weeks ago, the Merlion statue fountain in Merlion Park suddenly stopped flowing, and after a short period of interruption, a large amount of blood-red water was sprayed out, which caused a lot of suspicion on the Internet."

"You know all this?" Qin Wuque, who was sitting in the last row, happened to hear it and asked with interest, "What was the result? Was someone killed by a shark or chopped up and thrown into the sewer?"

"That's not the case..." Vodka shook his head. "According to the official investigation by Singapore, the blood-red water in the fountain was just dumped with paint."

He paused, then continued excitedly.

"Speaking of which, there's another big event happening in Singapore recently. The famous local businessman Chen Hanzhong is going to hold a karate championship, and the prize for the champion is..."

"Stop, stop, stop."