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Chapter 85 Fishing! (First update!)

Facing the reality, Lin Yi opened the modeling software again and began to adjust the products of several manufacturers that had signed cooperation agreements in Shanghai.

When buying home appliances, no matter how much consumers say they are good.

The first thing they see is the appearance of the product.

Only when you think the product looks good will you get closer to understand its performance. Only when you think all aspects of the performance are suitable and the price is right will you take the next step to purchase.

If something is ugly, it is highly likely that no one will take a second look at it.

Even if someone buys it because of its adequate performance, when they introduce it to others, they will shake their heads when they see that it is an ugly thing.

There were many good designs from his previous life, and with his good memory, Lin Yi didn't spend much effort to replicate the appearances of his previous life.

It's just that the proportions are a little off, and it looks a little ugly.

After staring at the ugly appearance for a while, he started to compete with it again.

But after adjusting for a while, he found that the appearance proportions were still wrong, so he chose to give up.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

The design department also needs to find a few normal artists to carry out professional appearance design.

After making a note of this, Lin Yi immediately exported the newly created model, put the model files into several folders, created new documents in the folders, and began to build parameter requirements.

His fingers fell on the keyboard, and he subconsciously typed the words "self-exploding water heater" on the document.

Space, Enter.

After pressing Enter on the next line, Lin Yi finally realized what was happening.

This water heater has no self-destruction requirements.

And this thing must not be blown up.

Because many stupid developers install water heaters near natural gas pipelines.

Once it explodes!
Oh open!

Pressing the delete key to delete the name, Lin Yi typed the six words "storage water heater" neatly again, and then wrote down the normal requirements below.

[Rated capacity: 40L / 50L / 60L / 80L]

【Rated power: 1500W / 2000W / 3000W】

【Rated voltage/frequency: 220V~/50Hz】

【Heating method: variable frequency heating】

【Heating efficiency: ≥98%】

【Temperature adjustment range: 30-75℃】

【Temperature control accuracy: ±1℃~±3℃】

【Energy efficiency level: Level 1】

[Safety protection: Supports anti-leakage protection, standard leakage protection switch, automatically cuts off the power supply when there is a leakage; supports anti-dry-burn protection, automatically cuts off the power when there is no water; anode magnesium rod reduces corrosion of the inner tank.]

[Inner material: blue diamond coating...]

[Supports intelligent scheduled heating, supports fast heating mode, and uses LED screen and mechanical buttons for display.]

After writing the parameter requirements and building the project, Lin Yi imported these parameters into the system, and the system's research evaluation automatically popped up.

[After comprehensive evaluation, this water heater project requires an R&D investment of 2 yuan. Should this investment be made?]

The figure of 2 yuan is far lower than Lin Yi's guess.

After staring at the number for a while, he decisively decided to invest in research and development.

Let’s get the drawings and materials first. If those guys don’t obey, then it will be a bit troublesome and I will have to do it myself.

Lin Yi was busy fixing the water heater. More than 1 kilometers to the west, in Iraq, the turmoil caused by him not only did not subside after a few days of development, but instead showed a tendency to intensify.

Al Assad Air Base in Baghdadi.

The newly appointed Air Force Base Commander, Colonel Ulysses, placed his hands on the map and was making pre-war deployments:
"We just received information that many terrorists are hiding in the abandoned chemical plant southeast of the Qaim region on the border between Iraq and Syria."

"Intelligence agencies speculate that the explosives used by terrorists in the attacks on several outposts this time came from this chemical plant."

"It should be the remains buried underground by the chemical plant."

"This time, we're divided into two parts."

"The ground force consists of Delta Force, led by Captain Phelps."

"Approach by helicopter and then land close."

Ulysses pointed her finger at the map, but her gaze fell across to a middle-aged soldier about her age.
"Your specific mission is to track down the remaining terrorists and locate the enemy's lair after the air strike is completed."

"Report the coordinates!"

"We need to follow these vines and touch the melons hidden behind them."

"Can you understand?"

Phelps nodded. He knew exactly what Ulysses meant. It was just a matter of following the clues.

Since they are following the clues, the danger they are in is much smaller.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded and accepted the task.

Seeing him nod, Ulysses turned around and cast his gaze on the other person beside him.

The man was dressed in pilot's attire, holding a helmet, and stood by without saying a word from beginning to end.

His eyes fell on this man, and Ulysses continued:
"You have two rounds of missions. The first round is to bomb this chemical plant."

"The second round is to strike the target based on Phelps' coordinates."

"Round 1 doesn't matter, the focus is on round 2."

At this point, Ulysses paused and looked at the pilot in front of him with a gloomy look:

"Atkinson, I know you sympathize with the Iraqis, but this mission, especially during the second attack."

"I don't want you to hesitate. I just need you to press the switch without hesitation after receiving the synchronized coordinates and throw the missiles and bombs at me."

"Throw it to the coordinate point!"

"Whether there's a house, a school, or something else below, throw it away and put away your bullshit mercy and sympathy."

"If you really have any mercy and compassion, you shouldn't have joined the army and you shouldn't be here!"

"If you hesitate, think about the seven comrades who died at the outpost, and the stench that lingers there."

"Those damn Iraqis have started using biological and chemical weapons."

"They are so cruel, it's useless for you to sympathize with them."

After speaking to Atkinson, Ulysses returned his attention to the map. He grabbed a small flag with his right hand and gently placed it over the Qaim region. He then raised his left hand, revealing the watch on his wrist.

"It is now 7:32 am on December 31st. I declare that the Christmas Revenge Plan has officially begun!"

As soon as the words fell, Phelps and Atkinson stood at attention almost simultaneously, raised their hands and saluted Ulysses, then turned and walked out of the combat command room. Qaim, a city built along the Euphrates River, was a relatively unremarkable city. To the west lay Syria, and the trade between the two countries had given the city a unique vitality.

The only heavy industry in this city is the chemical plant located in the southwest of the city.

However, after the outbreak of the Iraq War, this chemical plant was fought over by multiple parties and then completely scrapped.

In the early morning sun, a shabby-looking Toyota pickup truck drove from a distant city, crossed the Gobi Desert, and slowly approached the chemical plant.

As soon as we got closer, several people jumped out of the originally silent chemical plant.

These people were all wearing black masks, holding countless AKs in their hands, and walked straight towards the Toyota pickup truck.

After greeting the person in the cab, he walked towards the carriage, opened the door, and moved the vegetables and grains loaded on the pickup truck downstairs.

After moving all the vegetables and grains, the pickup truck turned around and disappeared back into the Gobi Desert.

The people who were transporting vegetables and grain did not leave in a hurry. Instead, they took tools and began to clean up the ruts left by the pickup truck in the direction the pickup truck left.

The Gobi Desert is dry, and when the wind blows, yellow sand fills the sky. In just a few minutes, the traces left by the pickup truck disappear.

After clearing away all traces, the people who came out of the ruins returned to the ruins with food and vegetables.

After turning left and right in the ruins, we soon entered a factory building with a dilapidated roof.

The factory looks shabby from the outside, but it's a different world inside.

A layer of colored steel tiles was artificially added between the ground and the roof, and then the area was divided into several rooms.

There were people holding guns guarding the doors of these rooms. Their faces were covered with black cloth, with only a pair of bright eyes visible outside the cloth.

The man carrying the vegetables and grains walked into the factory, greeted the person guarding the door, and turned to walk towards a place that looked like a kitchen.

On the other side of the room, in the middle, several Arabs were squatting on the ground, staring blankly at the pile of odds and ends in front of them.

After a long moment of daze, the man who looked like the leader picked up the scraps from the ground, looked at them closely, and then passed them to the bespectacled man on the left who looked like a researcher. "Ayr, are you saying this is the intelligence you bought from the Americans for $5?"

After saying that, the man threw the fragments in his hand to the ground, turned around completely, and looked at Aier with anger on his face, wanting an explanation.

Ayr, wearing glasses, bent down, picked up a new fragment, put it in his palm, and placed it in front of the leading man:
"In addition to the fragments I bought from the Americans, some were found by me personally at the scene."

"From what I understand, the Americans didn't find any bomb fragments at the scene, only this mess."

"So, I brought these pieces back."

"Our first priority now is to figure out where these fragments came from. Only by figuring out their origins can we understand the methods used by this sudden and strange anti-government armed group."

The leading man opened his mouth, took the fragment from Ayr's hand, and looked at it in front of his eyes.

The fragment was not much bigger than his thumb and looked like ceramic, but there were many things made of ceramic, so who knew which part it was.

Let’s take a look at the other odds and ends.

Broken wires and a pile of unknown electronic parts.

There are also shapeless metal fragments.

To try to check through these things is almost like a dream.

Let’s check this.

Why is there a blinking indicator light in this pile of garbage?
The man was about to scold Ayr when a scream came from not far away:
"Air strike!"

The scream kept echoing in the not-so-spacious factory building, and the echoing sound also woke up those who were resting in the factory building.

Before the awakened person could do anything, a loud bang was heard above his head.

The next second, a fiery red flame exploded in the middle of the crowd, like a peony blooming in a prosperous era.

The peonies bloomed, followed by more clanging.

Every time a clanging sound is heard, a fiery red peony flower blooms.

After a few loud bangs, the remaining factory building was completely scrapped, leaving only a few corner pillars, still standing there alone and firmly, continuing to perform their duties.

The planes in the sky come and go quickly.

After dropping the bomb, he left without hesitation, without caring whether the people in the factory were dead or alive.

In the desert outside the chemical plant, Phelps, dressed in Arab clothes, lay in the desert, watching the plane fly away through the telescope.

Not until the plane completely disappeared did he turn the telescope toward the chemical plant and stare at the ruins, not daring to move.

The weather in the desert in December is neither cold nor hot, but it is very windy.

A strong wind suddenly blew up, and the yellow sand blinded the eyes.

The strong wind blew yellow sand across the chemical plant and the ruins.

After more than two hours of waiting, as Phelps had been expecting, there was finally movement in the ruins.

Several people struggled out of the rubble and began to search among the ruins.

After searching for a while, these people dug out two motorcycles from the ruins of the chemical plant. They squeezed together, started the motorcycles, plunged into the desert, and drove towards the city in the north.

Phelps retracted his gaze and pointed forward slightly:
"Follow!"

Behind these people, Phelps and his group also followed on motorcycles from a distance.

As they were approaching the town, the motorcycles separated, increasing the distance between each other, and surrounded the two motorcycles in the distance from several directions.

Doing this will ensure that the two motorcycles will not be out of sight.

The motorcycle drove into the town, skillfully weaving among the people who were panicked by the explosion, and finally stopped outside a very inconspicuous-looking yard in the center of the town.

One of them got out and knocked on the door.

The gate opened from the inside, and several people quickly glanced around and then quickly pushed the motorcycle into the yard.

The heavy door closed, completely separating the two worlds.

After the gate closed, Phelps rode a motorcycle slowly from a distance and passed through slowly.

Another motorcycle appeared from another direction and passed through another road next to the yard.

Then another motorcycle.

When the third motorcycle passed, a voice rang out from the intercom on Phelps' chest:
"Captain, we have confirmed that this is a separate courtyard, not connected to the surrounding courtyards. There may be a basement."

After receiving the report from his team members, Phelps stopped his motorcycle, took out the positioning terminal from his arms, and quickly sent out the coordinates displayed on the terminal.

After sending the coordinates and waiting for a reply to appear on the terminal, he jumped on his motorcycle without hesitation and rode away.

The straight-line distance from Qaim to Baghdadi Assad Air Base is just over 100 kilometers.

In addition, there was already a plane circling in the air, so Phelps' message was sent out in less than two minutes.

Two B52 bombers flew over from high altitude, and six BLU-109/B bunker busters fell from the sky. Behind these six bunker busters were eight Mk 83 bombs.

The BLU-109/B bunker buster, weighing 2000 pounds and containing approximately 240 kilograms of explosives, was developed by Boeing.

When the bomb landed, it drilled straight into the ground.

Within seconds, the bomb fuse was triggered by the sudden drop in pressure.

(End of this chapter)