Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

In the reception room of the Kremlin, when Sullivan signed the last letter of the "Moscow Secret Agreement", which could be regarded as a "capitulation" by the Americans, he felt that all the strength in his body had been drained.

He slumped weakly in the chair, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

He knew that from this moment on, he, Sullivan, would be forever nailed to the pillar of shame in American history, becoming the "traitor" who personally destroyed the country's hegemony.

However, after experiencing the initial shock and humiliation, the other members of the delegation who traveled with him quietly felt a morbid sense of relief at having survived the disaster.

After all, although the agreement was humiliating, it at least preserved the country's core territory and the most fundamental interests of these elites.

As for the land and people that were "transferred" from the West Coast...

In the face of huge interests and the reality of survival, it seems to become less important.

"Well, my dear Eagle Sauce friends," Joseph said, contentedly putting away the agreement, his face brimming with the smug smile of a victor. "Since we're now 'new strategic partners,' to celebrate the birth of this great alliance, I've prepared a small, entertaining 'show' for everyone."

His words confused Johnson and others.

At this moment, General Johnson, the military representative from the Pentagon who was known for his tough stance in the delegation, finally couldn't help it.

He stood up awkwardly and said in a sullen tone of suppressed anger:

"General Secretary Stalin, since the agreement has been signed, we won't waste any more time talking nonsense."

"Now, isn't it time for us to see your so-called 'sincerity for cooperation'? You promised to send troops to help us quell the rebellion in our country. So, where are your troops and your weapons?"

His words were full of provocation and distrust.

Obviously, he is still upset about this humiliating agreement and is skeptical about whether Russia will sincerely fulfill its promise.

Faced with General Johnson's almost rude questioning, Joseph was not angry at all.

Instead, he burst into laughter, his laughter loud and confident, as if he was mocking the other party's shortsightedness and ignorance.

"Of course, of course, my dear General." He stood up and made a generous invitation. "We Mao Bears always keep our word. I will take you to see what kind of 'gifts' we have prepared for our new allies. Believe me, you will be amazed."

Having said that, without giving any further explanation, he took the confused American delegation into several black GAZ bulletproof cars, and under the escort of a team of motorcycles, drove out of the Kremlin in a mighty manner and sped towards the outskirts of Moscow.

The convoy finally stopped in front of a secret military base that was extremely heavily guarded and surrounded by high electric fences and dense watchtowers.

This is one of the most core aviation design bureaus and aircraft test sites of the Russian Federation, code-named "Red Sky".

After going through several tedious and strict identity verifications, the convoy drove into the base and finally stopped in front of an enormous aircraft hangar.

When the alloy door, which was several meters thick and could withstand a direct attack from a nuclear bomb, slowly opened with a heavy roar.

A fighter jet with an extremely strange shape and full of violent aesthetics, parked in the center of the hangar, suddenly appeared in front of all members of the Eagle Sauce Mission.

"Oh my God..."

Even the knowledgeable General Johnson couldn't help but let out a low exclamation when he saw the plane in front of him.

The other people in the delegation were so shocked by this futuristic fighter plane that looked like it came out of a science fiction movie that they were stunned and speechless for a long time.

It was a fighter jet that was completely black and exuded a cold metallic luster.

Its appearance completely overturned everyone's perception of fighter jets at the time. The most eye-catching thing was its forward-swept wing design, which was completely opposite to the traditional swept-back wing!

This unique design gives it an extremely aggressive posture, like a bird of prey ready to pounce.

Its fuselage is slender and flat, adopts a lot of stealth design, and the cockpit is teardrop-shaped, full of a sense of speed.

Under its wings and on its belly are mounted various types of air-to-air and air-to-ground missiles that look powerful.

The entire plane was parked there quietly, like a demonic golden eagle from hell, about to spread its black wings to hunt, emitting a chilling and powerful aura of murderous intent.

"This...what is this?"

General Johnson swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly with extreme shock.

As a veteran Air Force general, he could tell at a glance that the design of the aircraft in front of him far surpassed any fighter jet currently in service in the United States, and even surpassed the next generation fighter jet they were conceiving on the drawings!

Joseph looked at the expressions of the crowd, who looked like country bumpkins coming to the city and had never seen the world, and a smile of extreme pride and satisfaction appeared on his face.

He laughed heartily, walked forward, and patted the cold fuselage of the plane as if he was introducing his most beloved child.

"General, my friends, I solemnly introduce to you," he said in a loud and proud voice. "This is the first gift we are about to give you—the painstakingly created masterpiece of our Russian aviation designers, a fourth-generation heavy fighter, the Su-47. We prefer to call it... the 'Golden Eagle'!"

"Golden Eagle..." Johnson murmured the name, his eyes full of obsession and fanaticism.

"That's right, a Golden Eagle!" Joseph's tone became increasingly passionate. "It's different from those so-called 'fourth-generation aircraft' from the Dragon Kingdom that you encountered on the battlefields of Yugoslavia. Our 'Golden Eagle' is truly born for air combat, a pure aerial overlord!"

"See? Its unique forward-swept wing design, combined with our most advanced vector thrust engine and three-wing aerodynamic layout, gives it unparalleled maneuverability at subsonic and transonic speeds!"

"Whether it's the 'Pugachev's Cobra Maneuver' or the 'Falling Leaf Maneuver,' these super maneuvers that seem incredible to you are just everyday routine for our 'Golden Eagles'!"

"Its maximum flight speed can reach Mach 2.5! Its onboard radar can lock onto 30 targets simultaneously and guide missiles to attack 8 of them!"

"Although its stealth performance is not as good as your F-22, it is enough to blind all the radars currently in service in Longguo!"

Joseph became more and more excited as he spoke, waving his arms and spitting.

"Originally, we designed this aircraft to counter your F-15 and F-16 fighter jets in future European air battles."

"I never expected this, I really never expected this, things are so unpredictable! Now, it has become a weapon in your hands to use against the Dragon Nation... Hahahaha!"

His laughter echoed in the huge hangar, full of sarcasm and pride.

The members of the Eagle Sauce Mission were completely stunned by his description.

A huge wave was set off in their hearts.

On the one hand, they were frightened and shocked that the Russians had developed such advanced fighter jets specifically designed to restrain them.

On the other hand, they feel incomparable excitement and excitement that they are about to get such a "killer weapon".

"Thank you... Thank you, Mr. General Secretary!"

General Johnson was so excited that he was a little incoherent. He thanked Joseph repeatedly. His expression seemed as if he had already seen the scene of himself flying a "Golden Eagle" fighter jet over Pennsylvania and tearing the Dragon Country's J-15 into pieces.

With such a powerful weapon, why should we fear the Dragon Kingdom? Retaking Pennsylvania and suppressing the rebellion is as easy as pie!