Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2237 This is a joke

Senior official, United States garrison, base.

"Uncle Smith, it's nice to see you."

Ford, with a Mohawk, was wearing a training uniform and sweat was dripping from his body, but his eyes were fixed on the people outside the house.

Smith, looking a little tired, shrugged and said apologetically, "Ford, I really don't want to bother you at this time, but..."

Smith twisted his mouth, looking helpless.

"Oh, okay, I know, it's all about work."

Ford smiled, then stepped aside to welcome Smith inside.

It was only at this moment that he noticed two men in suits following him.

Black.

Walking into the house, Ford picked up a towel and wiped his face, then sat aside.

Smith walked over and sat down on the opposite side, while the other two sat on one side, forming a three-way relationship.

"This is Howard, and this is Myle."

"Hello, Major Ford."

Howard, the leader, spoke with a hoarse voice, "The conversation we are going to have next concerns national security."

"Please make sure you are in a normal state, and what you say must be true and valid, and you must bear legal responsibility."

Hearing Howard say this, Ford put the towel aside and turned his head to look at Smith.

Seeing this, Smith shrugged again, "These two are special envoys from Washington."

Hearing this, Ford understood the identities of the two people, so he picked up a glass of water, adjusted his mentality and said, "I confirm that every word I said is true and valid."

Howard nodded immediately, and then his assistant took out a tape recorder and turned it on.

"Okay, Mr. Ford, I am here to ask you about the XB-70 bomber incident on behalf of Washington."

"it is good."

"Excuse me, who asked you to teach me?"

Half an hour later, Howard looked at his assistant, Mele, who nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Ford, this interrogation is officially over."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

As he spoke, he stood up and held out his hand. After Ford shook hands, the two of them left quickly.

"Uncle Smith, don't you want to say something?"

Looking at Smith, who had remained silent throughout and was now opening a bottle of wine, Ford couldn't help but ask.

"Ahahaha, I knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself."

Smith pulled out the cork and took out two wine glasses from the wine cabinet.

"Remember what I asked you last time?"

Ford took the glass and immediately responded, "Didn't that matter come to fruition?"

Smith nodded, "Yes, there were results at that time."

"You said that even if we gave them the technology, they wouldn't be able to do it."

Ford nodded. "Yes, it's not just me who said that. Many people think so."

Smith took a sip of wine. "But now, they are studying it."

"Research?"

"Yes, according to the information we have collected, they are mobilizing the entire country with one goal: to build airplanes."

"impossible."

Ford was a little unbelievable, his face turned red, and he immediately retorted, "Impossible, I said that even if I gave them the Valkyrie's technology, they couldn't do it."

"They don't have that much industrial support, their infrastructure can't hold up at all, and their technology is 50 years behind. This is impossible."

"This is impossible."

Smith lowered his head in silence, then raised his head and said seriously, "Ford, I think you should look at them correctly."

"Because they have a magical power."

“It’s like, magic medicine and shots.”

"It's like a mysterious medicinal wine."

Ford was stunned for a moment, then drank the wine in the glass.

"You mean, they're copying the XB-70 bomber?"

"Maybe, but they may also be developing their own aircraft. You know, our Blackbird has flown over there twice."

Smith picked up the glass and poured it for the other party. "This is an intolerable provocation to the people there."

"So it's understandable that the other party wants to use this method to get back at the party."

Ford was silent for a moment, then said, "If they are dealing with the Blackbird, that makes sense."

"However, the speed and altitude of the Blackbird are so high that even the F104 cannot catch up. How can they dare to say that they can build a plane that can catch up?"

Smith smiled and shook his head. "Who knows? It's obviously useless work, but I still enjoy it."

"In their culture, this is called doing something knowing it is impossible."

"It's like being on a battlefield, rushing forward with a bomb in your arms without caring about your life."

Hearing this, Ford remained silent.

"I still don't think they can make it. Even if they are researching a new type of aircraft, it will take at least two years."

"Even longer."

Smith nodded silently after hearing this, "Maybe you are right."

When Smith left the garrison base and returned to the intelligence officer's residence, he saw a middle-aged man with yellow skin sitting on a bench outside the office.

Seeing Smith coming in, a middle-aged man immediately stood up and said, "Hello, Mr. Smith. I am Li Hui, and I have been ordered to come here to cooperate with your investigation."

Smith had a smile on his face when he saw the middle-aged officer, but he felt disgusted in his heart.

Perhaps, this is what it means that competitors are enemies.

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Li, thank you very much."

Even though he felt disgusted in his heart, at the moment both parties were in a cooperative relationship, or even a superior-subordinate relationship. As a superior, he naturally had to behave like a gentleman when dealing with his subordinates.

"Lieutenant Colonel Li, what good news do you bring us this time?"

Li Hui nodded immediately and took out a report from the file bag.

"This is the information we have spent a huge amount of time collecting, and it contains a lot of key data." He handed the document to Smith.

But Smith did not open it, but turned around and asked someone to pass it to Howard.

“Thank you very much for your support.”

"This is very helpful for our judgment. Of course, it would be better if you could get more information."

Hearing this, Li Hui gave a bitter smile.

"Sir, our people have made great sacrifices for this intelligence information."

"Now, there are no more of our people in Beijing. Even in a prosperous city like Shanghai, our people can't stay for more than a week."

"The information blockade over there has reached a severe level."

Smith nodded after listening to this. He knew something about the situation over there, and he knew the power of the People's Ocean.

"But we won't give up."

Li Hui calmed down and said seriously, "The new batch of dispatched personnel has been prepared. This time we will not only gather information, but also assassinate important personnel of the other side and disrupt their plans."

Smith just nodded after hearing this. What the other party did had nothing to do with them. He just needed to help complete the task.

"Mr. Smith, we also intercepted an important message."

"Please say!"

"Our people discovered that the other side was researching satellites and also researching rockets to launch satellites."

"It is said that they have carried out several rocket launches, but the exact progress is unclear."

Hearing this, Smith immediately put down his crossed legs.

"you sure?"

Smith's face was very serious.

You know, there are only three countries that have the technology to send satellites into space.

Alliance, they are with France.

If the other side succeeds in launching at this time, it will become the fourth satellite country.

Moreover, they will be ahead of Britain.

The last hydrogen bomb allowed them to surpass France. If they can surpass Britain this time, it will be a huge help in enhancing their international reputation.

This matter must be investigated as soon as possible.

Li Hui shook his head, "I'm not sure about this, because not many people know about this."

"And we don't know where they are doing their research, so we only know some information from bits and pieces of information."

"However, there are signs that the other party is indeed researching rockets, and the launch base is likely to be inland."

After Li Hui finished speaking, Smith stood up from his seat, walked around the room twice, and then said, "This matter must be implemented as soon as possible. We must find the other party's research base."

"Okay, we'll do our best."

Li Hui assured, and Smith nodded.

After Li Hui left, Smith immediately got up and went to the office next door.

In the office, Howard held a cup of coffee in his hand and looked out the window from time to time.

On the side, seven or eight men and women were busy working. Most of them wore glasses, and some of them were even elderly.

"Howard, any progress?"

Smith walked in and asked. Howard heard the voice and turned around to see Smith, pointing at the coffee beside him. "I just made it. It's authentic South American. It's sweet and delicious. Have a taste."

Smith didn't hesitate to listen, he picked up the cup prepared by the table, poured a glass, and then took a sip, "Well, not bad, I haven't had such authentic drink for a long time."

"How's it going? Is there any progress?"

Howard walked aside and looked at the information on the table. He picked out two sheets at random and handed them to Smith. "Take a look. The other party's coefficient requirements are very high."

"It's higher than our current F14 fighter jets."

Smith frowned, then looked at the data on the file and asked curiously, "Is this true?"

Howard shook his head, "Who knows?"

"All this information was collected from below. No one has ever seen the specific design drawings. Unless the other party's designers explain it, even God doesn't know."

After that, Howard waved to his assistant, Myle, who immediately stepped forward and nodded to Smith before saying, "Our experts have analyzed several key data."

"One is the temperature requirement for the glass. They need to withstand temperatures of 500 degrees, which means the opponent's speed must reach at least Mach 3."

"That is to say, their aircraft engines must have at least 10,000 kilograms of thrust."

When Maile said this, he almost laughed.

"And our investigation into their materials revealed that they are already able to produce a special titanium alloy, and have also imported a large amount of rhenium-rich minerals from the Alliance. We have reason to suspect that they have already mastered the smelting method of titanium-rhenium alloy."

Mele finished explaining the information he had sorted out in one breath, and Smith asked in surprise, "Can I understand that they are developing an aircraft that can rival the Blackbird?"

"Is it this way?"

Hearing this, the three of them fell silent.

But after a moment, all three of them started laughing.

Because in their eyes, this is a joke.

As officials of a special government department, they naturally understood how difficult it was to operate a Blackbird.

Even for the powerful United States, it would be difficult to produce another one.

Just like the 'Valkyrie' that fell last time, it's not that it can't be made, but the cost-effectiveness is too low.

For domestic human capital, unprofitable opportunities are imperfect.

Fighter aircraft that cost too much have no value in existence.

Because of this, they understood how difficult and expensive it was to make a blackbird.

An airplane weighs more than 30 tons, so it requires more than 30 tons of gold.

With this money, it would be better to research missiles.

What's more, even they themselves don't know how advanced the instruments and equipment installed in the Blackbird are.

But they know that any one of them can shock the world.

Does the other side meet these conditions?
Even the alliance may not have it.

Otherwise it would have been spread all over the world.

After the three of them finished laughing, Howard put down his coffee and said, "Let them do their research."

"It's better to put all your energy into research, so that you can also drag them down."