Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2477 The mysterious power protects them
Under the cover of night, Wadley returned to the hotel and immediately reported the news of the Desert Eagle's successful first flight back to the country.

The radio waves from both sides were transmitted back and forth in the sky for several times before they died down.

Finally, Walid looked at the telegram in his hand and a look of relief appeared on his face.

His work was highly recognized by his superiors.

In particular, the Desert Eagle information data he reported was recognized by most people in the country.

You know, the one they had their eyes on at the beginning was Baiju.

After some analysis, he gave up Baiju and turned to the next best option.

It's just that more people are targeting the Union and the United States.

After all, doing business with each other represents friendship.

Who would refuse money?

The reason why we chose China this time was entirely because of the power of China shooting down the Little Black Bird, which made us believe in China's manufacturing capabilities.

Now it seems that their choice was not wrong.

"Faisal."

After reading the telegram, Walid said to Faisal who was sitting next to him, "You have made a great contribution this time. His Royal Highness will reward you handsomely."

Faisal quickly stood up and saluted, saying, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"Thank you, sir."

Walid accepted Faisal's greeting and then ordered, "His Royal Highness wants us to accomplish two things."

"First, bring the plane back and prepare it as a gift, but we will need our own people to fly the plane when the time comes."

"Second, regarding the test flight of subsequent aircraft, if they can adapt to our climate, subsequent orders can be doubled."

Faisal did not react much when he heard the first one, because according to the agreement reached by both parties, it included teaching their own pilots and helping to establish a logistics line.

Of course, you have to pay.

However, there is a problem here.

That is because the distance between the two sides is too far. Even if the Desert Eagle carries two auxiliary fuel tanks, its range is only 2,000 kilometers, which means it is impossible to get back.

Unless you refuel halfway.

And this also involves the issue of passing through the airspace of other countries. If there is a delay, the plane will probably crash to the ground.

So if we want to transport it back safely, we have to think of a way.

But when I heard the second one, I was a little surprised.

Do they need so many planes?
Seeing Faisal's puzzled expression, Wadley whispered, "Recently, things are not peaceful around here."

"We need a stronger force to deter."

Faisal immediately nodded in understanding.

Then he suggested, "Sir, I think we can strengthen the connection between the two sides."

Walid frowned, then looked at Faisal, waiting for him to tell the reason.

Faisal did not hide it and said directly, "My lord, I am a businessman."

“The essence of a businessman is to deliver goods to those who need them, so we have the money they need, and they also have the power we need.”

“This means that we can work together and each get what we need.”

"Moreover, the most important thing in commodity trading is honesty."

"In this regard, my ancestors have recorded in their family records that people here are very honest and trustworthy."

"Someone once gave us a thousand kilograms of gold for a promise, and during this period of contact, we can also feel the respect given by the other party, which is something we cannot see in the Alliance and the United States."

Faisal looked at Walid and saw that he was moved. He continued, "The most important thing is that they are rising too fast."

"Their strength is growing too fast."

"Moreover, their relationship with the alliance is not as tense as it is said outside. Otherwise, why would they cooperate? Why would they participate in the exchange meeting?"

These last few words touched Walid's heart.

Airplanes, missiles, mushroom eggs, hydrogen bombs, they are all here.

There is also a powerful land force, and think about the alliance behind it.

No matter how you look at it, this is a symbol of power.

From being extremely poor to where they are today, in just twenty years, they have never stopped their pace of development, as if a mysterious force is helping them rise.

If we give them another twenty years, then...
"You should move around more for this matter."

After a long while, Walid finally spoke to Faisal. Although he did not say it explicitly, he revealed his inclination.

The message sent here was soon discovered by someone in Liad.

So, that night, the radio waves above the earth became frequent again.

alliance.

Gotzenfsky looked at the information collected by the crow with a gloomy face.

An altitude of 25,000 meters and a speed of Mach 2.5.

And that’s not the limit.

He guessed that the maximum speed could reach at least 2.78, or even 3.

It is incredible that such an excellent aircraft was completed in less than a year.

This matter must be taken seriously.

After a long time, he picked up the phone on the table, dialed the number and said, "Order all the Swallows and Crows to find out the specific performance of the Desert Eagle."

"Whoever has a problem is responsible!"

After hanging up the phone, Gotzenfsky turned around and looked at the wall of photos he had sorted out.

Looking at the things connected by silk threads above, his brows were tightly furrowed.

The important personnel were sorted out from the initial Yangcun No. 1, all the way to the people involved in Baiju.

After the collected information is summarized from multiple sources, you can intuitively see the points connected by the threads.

"Yang Xiaotao!"

He was not unfamiliar with this name. During his time in China, he often heard information about him on the radio.

Unfortunately, no accurate photo of Yang Xiaotao has been found so far.

The things on the wall were just cut out from newspapers.

This man looks very young.

"Could it be a scapegoat?"

In an instant, an idea came into Gozenvsky's mind.

After all, it would be strange if so much irrelevant knowledge were concentrated in one person.

But why do this?

Is it to hide the truth and protect the person behind the scenes?

"We still need to find someone to go to China."

After a long time, Gotzenfsky made up his mind.

Across the ocean.

The sunlight shines into the office through the window, casting shadows on the table.

Lawrence sat at the table with a calm expression, looking at the documents on the table, and thoughts flashed through his mind.

Mengsha beside her lowered her hands, waiting for the next instruction.

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As if on time, just when Lawrence was about to arrange the task, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Lawrence took a deep breath and said seriously.

Then Smith was seen striding in. When he passed by secretary Mengsha, he glanced at the other's skirt inconspicuously, and then came to the table naturally.

"Sir, this is the information we received urgently."

Having said that, Smith placed the document on the table.

Lawrence glanced at the thick documents, frowned, and then asked, "Just tell me."

Smith had anticipated this and said, "The first one is about the Union corn-growing area."

"Among the pesticide factories we supported, three have already obtained production qualifications."

"The remaining two companies are likely to face tough times this year due to the other party's obstruction."

Hearing this, Smith picked up the coffee that Mengsha had brought and gently stirred the spoon, "Making things difficult? Is it because the money is not in place?"

Smith shook his head. “No, because of competition.”

"Also, we can't do it too deliberately."

Lawrence nodded belatedly, and then said, "If building a factory doesn't work, we can try selling pesticides. As long as they can do what we want, that's fine."

"I understand." Smith continued, "According to the dosage produced now, if we want to have a full outbreak and destroy the Alliance's corn farms again, we will probably have to wait until next year."

Lawrence nodded happily, "It doesn't matter. One more year gives us one more year to prepare."

"However, we need to pay attention to China."

At this point, Lawrence drank all the coffee in the cup, then opened the drawer and took out the Thirty-Six Strategies. After opening it in a serious manner, he pointed to the first strategy, Concealment, and said, "You must make good use of the alliance platform to send the pesticides in as soon as possible, open up the market, and let them have a taste of our power."

Smith looked at the torn books on the table with an expression that was somewhat unacceptable.

"Sir, I want to give you a piece of advice."

"Persuade? Smith, when did you become so reserved?"

Smith shook his head, but his expression was serious. "Sir, it's very mysterious there."

"mystery?"

Lawrence was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his smart and capable subordinate would use the word mysterious to describe the other party.

You know, in this building, when talking about their impression of each other, most people would use words like "backward", "ignorant" and "ugly" to describe them.

Even if some people understand each other, they will only use the words "emerging", "growing" or "developing" to describe them.

Mysterious, that's not even an adjective.

This is a verb.

Because mystery means the unknown.

The power of the unknown is frightening.

"Our previous arrangements and methods have lost their effectiveness against them."

"Not only that, the other side is becoming more and more powerful."

Having said that, Smith stepped forward, found the second piece of information and placed it on the table.

Lawrence frowned when he saw the rank on the cover.

"This is the information we got from Liad. The other party actually completed the transaction."

As soon as Smith finished speaking, Lawrence couldn't wait to look.

"This is real?"

After a long while, Lawrence asked seriously.

Smith shook his head again. "This is just the news we received. We don't know the specific situation yet."

"However, based on the above information alone, Mach 2.5 and 25,000 meters have already surpassed the main fighter planes of our United States."

"If it is true, it will be a huge challenge for us."

"Especially, there is still a lot of oil under the ground."

When Smith finished speaking, Lawrence frowned.

The situation is out of control.

At least in his opinion, the other party is part of the alliance.

If the camels in the desert were to side with the Alliance, it would be a bolt from the blue for them.

"Of course, there is a possibility that some of this is false."

At this moment, Smith continued to analyze, Lawrence glanced at him unhappily, "Go on."

Smith shrugged. "The research time for this aircraft was no more than a year. It doesn't make sense that they could have designed and manufactured it in such a short time."

Lawrence frowned, but did not let down his guard.

"Whether it's true or not, treat it as if it were true."

"Immediately order the relevant personnel to find out the specific data and every piece of information that requires their cooperation."

Smith nodded and turned to leave.

Lawrence sat in the chair with his eyes closed, and only spoke after a long while.

"Ms. Mengsha!"

Mengsha was busy processing documents, and the previous exercise had wasted a lot of time.

"gentlemen."

Mengsha lifted her glasses up on her nose, revealing two strands of short golden hair on her delicate face, which made Lawrence's stomach growl.

"Do you know China?"

Mengsha was shocked, but her face showed her confusion very well.

"Sir, I just read some information from newspapers and magazines."

"Do you find them mysterious?"

Mengsha tilted her head with a puzzled look, pondered for a moment, and then slowly nodded.

"I remember reading in a book that some of their places are quite mysterious."

"Especially using a woman's blood against a cannon, it's too mysterious."

Lawrence laughed when he heard this. This was the extent of the other party's mystery.

"Let's go eat."

He stood up and walked to Mengsha, gently stroking her head, which felt smoother than before.

Mengsha looked at the documents on hand and smiled helplessly, "Sir, I have to work overtime at noon, you have to pay overtime."

"OK, OK, I'll add it to your account later."

The two of them walked into the cafeteria chatting and laughing. Just as they were about to find the plate, they saw a group of people gathered under the TV, and more and more people were watching.

The two were curious, so they took advantage of their positions to go to the front row and watch TV.

Instead, someone suddenly shouted "Hello" from the surroundings, which scared the two of them.

In their eyes, it looked like a tall guy jumped up and slammed the ball with great force.

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The volleyball hit the opponent's inside court, and it was obvious that the team won.

The people around were excited by this dunk, and cheers came through the screen.

However, after the two of them looked carefully, they discovered the problem.

The score number on the upper right side of the screen was 4:12, with the home team in front and the visiting team behind.

The two teams competing are the United States and China in the women's volleyball quarter-finals.

"This, this is the Chinese women's volleyball team?"

Lawrence pointed to the team on the field.

"Wow~~~"

There was a screaming sound coming from the surroundings, and Lawrence looked over quickly.

The opponent's setter pushed the ball directly backwards, but before the volleyball reached its highest point, a figure jumped up and smashed it down with great force.

Shouldn't this method be exclusive to boys?
The United States women's volleyball team was unable to react at all until the referee blew the whistle, then they woke up as if from a dream, and then they gathered together to encourage each other.

But there was nothing they could do about the short and swift attacks from the Chinese women's volleyball team.

On the sidelines, the coach of the United States was also scratching his head. The Chinese women's volleyball team looked invincible, but their tactics were varied and one would suffer if one was not careful.

While he was thinking, the opponent's serve hit his player's arm and bounced out of the baseline, scoring directly.

This made the coach look even worse, and he immediately stopped the game and called the players down to plan a strategy.

Next to him, Luo Zhen was also cheering for the girls who were about to go on stage.

"We have the serve now and we need to score as many points as possible."

"We don't have the stamina to keep going, so we need to reduce the tug-of-war."

Luo Zhen spoke seriously, and the girls around him wiped the sweat from their faces and nodded one by one.

As the timeout ended, everyone went on the court again.

Taking advantage of the serve-scoring system, the serve directly disrupted the first pass, allowing the opponent's attack to be blocked by Qiu Aihua and Wang Zhenzhen, resulting in another point.

The United States did not regain serve until the end of the first round.

At this moment, people around the TV were discussing the game that had just happened, all with serious expressions.

"It will be hard for us to win if we continue like this."

"Yeah, who would have thought that the Chinese women's volleyball team would be so strong? I thought we were competing with the Japanese women's volleyball team for a place in the finals, but now it seems..."

"Alas, it seems that China is still very powerful."

While several people were discussing, Lawrence took Mengsha to the side and sat there quietly.

My mind was full of the game that had just happened. The opposing players fought very hard and some even fell down to save the ball.

After a long silence, Lawrence asked again, "Do you think they are mysterious?"

Mengsha lowered her head, speechless.

(End of this chapter)