Mecha Soldier's Notes
Chapter 27
() After successfully shooting down a plane, the two chief officers once asked us to drag the Maoxiong reinforcements for more than half an hour to download the airframe parameters and codes, and to dismantle the key missile chips to support the bottlenecked The development of domestic mechas, they told us that we must keep it a secret, and we must not tell anyone about it.
But now that someone directly brought it up, I feel a little surprised. Could it be that someone in the rabbit leaked the secret?But in the face of such an extremely shrewd person, one must not show any unnaturalness, otherwise he will immediately find a breakthrough.
I maintained that expression of indifference, raised my legs, and slowly took a sip from the bottle to make myself look more relaxed.
"If it's interesting...the Allied Army's body design is quite beautiful, I like it very much."
"Ha ha."
Asimov smiled noncommittally, looking at me with deep meaning.
"To be honest, I have some clients who are very interested in this material. If you intend to sell it, they are willing to accept it no matter how much the asking price is."
"Is there a mistake? You have to pay a high price for a single thought, and the rich people are crazy now?"
"If there are other needs for identity or nationality, they can also meet them, of course, including arrangements for children and relatives."
"Stop, stop, what are you talking about, I can't understand more and more?"
"They are the most powerful people under the water, so there is nothing to worry about."
"Hey, if you say something that you don't understand, I will..."
"If you can't trust foreigners, there is also a local family in your country. You should be assured of this."
His heart beat twice more, his hint was too obvious, and he also very cleverly hit the rural complex in the thinking of oriental people.
"You mean, could it be Lin's?"
Asimov chuckled lightly like a sneer, as if he didn't need to tell me that I should know if it was the same.
The Lin family of the Republic, one of the four famous chaebol families today, the owner of "Taurus", one of the world's seven largest industrial groups, is also a strange alternative under the Republic, which has always insisted on the state's control of the lifeline system, is this family The emergence of the republican army broke the single procurement channel for republican army equipment, allowing private group weapons to enter service in the republic army for the first time in history, and gradually expanded to an astonishing 40% share.
But what is also strange is that the high-level conservative government seems to have acquiesced to this seemingly dangerous fact. Apart from imposing some restrictions on the surface, they did not take any drastic actions. The two sides maintained a kind of peace. The balance of nothing.
"The conditions can be passed on to your officers. If you have any intentions, you can find me at any time."
"Oh, I guess our officer will think you're crazy."
I mocked him sarcastically, but Asimov still said with a formulaic smile that there was no problem, and he would go to the hospital for a proper examination according to the client's suggestion.
This man's face is really tougher than a mecha armor plate, so I simply closed my eyes and meditated, ignoring him.
The luxury Mercedes-Benz drove out of the urban area and entered the relatively desolate suburbs. Large areas of farmland and low wooden houses replaced reinforced concrete buildings and luxurious Baroque ancient buildings, which gave me a particularly fresh feeling.
After driving for about another hour, after turning into an old small village with only about forty or fifty families, the Mercedes-Benz stopped, and Asimov motioned me to come down with him, and detoured on the narrow country road The muddy ground just after snowfall was slippery and sticky, and it was extremely difficult to walk on. I kept cursing whether I was kidnapped by a fat sheep.
Because of this thought, when I suddenly saw an airstrip outside the village and a well-hidden An-12 transport plane, I was so surprised that I could barely close my mouth.
What kind of workplace is it that uses military aircraft?
Forget it, just ask the pimp behind you when the time comes.
"Our crew will take you to the designated place, and we will not accompany you."
Asimov sent me to the hatch very irresponsibly, then he took my hand and shook it, then turned and left.
"Hello….."
Before I finished speaking, the hatch in front of me slammed shut like a predator trap, almost smashing my nose.I cursed and wanted to open the cabin door, but I was still half a beat too late, because it was already locked, and I couldn't move at all.Soon, the plane started slowly and began to accelerate on the runway. Asimov waved off with a gracious smile amidst my fist-waving curses.
In other words, this scene really looks familiar to me four months ago.
I swear that if I listen to the nonsense of salesmen again in my life, I will be the grandson of all salesmen in the world!
I was exhausted and sat on the passenger seat panting, and only then did I have a chance to look around.This transport plane seems to have been used for a long time. The paint in the cabin has peeled off in large areas, and the seats have lost their original color. There is an old musty smell. When encountering strong air flow, the machine will occasionally emit a piece of chopsticks. The strange sound of "ding ding bang bang" seems to disintegrate in the air at any time.
Apart from the two pilots, I was the only passenger in the huge plane. It was so empty that it made people feel creepy. It seemed that the company's business was not doing well, and it couldn't attract many people.
I noticed that there seemed to be something still on the seat at the hatch door, an old-fashioned parachute bag that seemed to be camouflage, but when more efficient small propulsion devices became popular, only some retro enthusiasts would specifically to play this.The other is a [-]-liter black travel bag, which is bulging, and I don't know what it contains.
I opened the zipper curiously, and a bunch of things fell out of the opening immediately with a jingle, including a long Abagum automatic rifle, a short pistol, a thick anti-tank rocket launcher, a round rocket-propelled grenade, and all kinds of brand new ones. The military guy hit the ground and spun merrily, making me almost blind.
At this time, according to the routines of TV dramas, I usually feel a hard head, a small black pistol has been pushed on the back of the head, and then the director closes up the characters in all the scenes, only to see a middle-aged killer in sunglasses or a windbreaker or The burly man with scars on his face held his gun and sneered, said something like "You know too much, go on the road with peace of mind", and then shot me indiscriminately with ketchup.
While this isn't filmmaking, seeing too much is bad for your health.So I immediately stuffed all the ammunition back as quickly as possible, then shrank back to my seat and closed my eyes as if nothing had happened.
Then I started dreaming.
In my sleep, I dreamed that I was already standing at the door of my house, and when I opened the creaking broken security door, my mother was the first to greet me with a smile, took my backpack and looked at me from head to toe , commenting that I seem to have lost a lot of weight and darkened a lot, and I need to supplement nutrition. I said that there is no way to be so hard outside, and walked into the living room.
On the dining table are sea bass with scallion oil, stir-fried rice eel, casserole duck, and a few big crabs. Dad is busy cooking in the kitchen, and while calling me to sit down and eat first, his rice spoon hits the pot There was a rumbling sound... Hey, wait a minute, does cooking make such an abnormal sound? It's like a cannon firing a torch!
I woke up suddenly, only to see that it was pitch black outside the window, but it was not pure darkness. Red axes shot out of the ground and crisscrossed in the dark night, like three-edged bayonets piercing the sky. The smooth night was riddled with holes, and light balls of different sizes were constantly exploding around the machine body, and the shock of the explosion shook the machine body up and down.
It seems that it should be a small-caliber high-speed weapon of about 20mm. Although its power is not strong, its shooting speed advantage far surpasses that of a large-caliber cannon, which is enough to make a large target like a transport plane have nowhere to escape.
Speaking of which, what kind of job am I doing? Is there life insurance? Hey!
While I was still in a daze, the door of the cockpit suddenly opened, and a pilot in a faded military uniform jumped over anxiously and shouted:
"Damn, what time is it? You still have time to look at the scenery, hurry up!"
"Withdraw? Where to withdraw?"
I didn't realize it for a while, everyone was locked in an iron box, and there was no room to hide.
At this time, the automatic hatch opened, revealing the dark night sky like an abyss. The guy couldn't help but pull me up and drag me to the hatch, and handed me the camouflage umbrella bag and the big backpack full of ammunition.
"Stop, stop, I still don't know how to dance this?"
I was shocked and quickly explained.
That guy scolded a mother, saying why are you so wordy, I will teach you, pull this rope after jumping out for a while, don't be too low or too high, otherwise you will fall to your death or be hit as a living target. It’s the rope to pull the parachute, one can’t pull the other, so don’t talk nonsense and jump, I can’t stand it anymore!
Before I had time to ask the painful question of "what if there are problems with both of them", I heard a terrible "bang" in the cabin, and we all jumped up, only to see the aluminum alloy shell of the tail being hit by shells A huge hole opened, a row of seats was torn to shreds, and the icy wind poured straight through the opening.
I didn't want to have a hole knocked out of my body, so I hurried to the hatch trembling.
The feeling of skydiving is completely different from that of using a propulsion device, because the latter can maintain the descent speed and trajectory within a human acceptable range through balanced output of rated power, while skydiving requires a free fall of nearly one kilometer sports.
My calf was a little cramped, so I had to turn my head and say:
"That... Big brother, I seem to be a little afraid of heights, what should I do?"
"Then I can do it too."
The other party answered quickly.
"So strong, teach me quickly!"
So I was kicked down from a height of [-] meters by him.
But now that someone directly brought it up, I feel a little surprised. Could it be that someone in the rabbit leaked the secret?But in the face of such an extremely shrewd person, one must not show any unnaturalness, otherwise he will immediately find a breakthrough.
I maintained that expression of indifference, raised my legs, and slowly took a sip from the bottle to make myself look more relaxed.
"If it's interesting...the Allied Army's body design is quite beautiful, I like it very much."
"Ha ha."
Asimov smiled noncommittally, looking at me with deep meaning.
"To be honest, I have some clients who are very interested in this material. If you intend to sell it, they are willing to accept it no matter how much the asking price is."
"Is there a mistake? You have to pay a high price for a single thought, and the rich people are crazy now?"
"If there are other needs for identity or nationality, they can also meet them, of course, including arrangements for children and relatives."
"Stop, stop, what are you talking about, I can't understand more and more?"
"They are the most powerful people under the water, so there is nothing to worry about."
"Hey, if you say something that you don't understand, I will..."
"If you can't trust foreigners, there is also a local family in your country. You should be assured of this."
His heart beat twice more, his hint was too obvious, and he also very cleverly hit the rural complex in the thinking of oriental people.
"You mean, could it be Lin's?"
Asimov chuckled lightly like a sneer, as if he didn't need to tell me that I should know if it was the same.
The Lin family of the Republic, one of the four famous chaebol families today, the owner of "Taurus", one of the world's seven largest industrial groups, is also a strange alternative under the Republic, which has always insisted on the state's control of the lifeline system, is this family The emergence of the republican army broke the single procurement channel for republican army equipment, allowing private group weapons to enter service in the republic army for the first time in history, and gradually expanded to an astonishing 40% share.
But what is also strange is that the high-level conservative government seems to have acquiesced to this seemingly dangerous fact. Apart from imposing some restrictions on the surface, they did not take any drastic actions. The two sides maintained a kind of peace. The balance of nothing.
"The conditions can be passed on to your officers. If you have any intentions, you can find me at any time."
"Oh, I guess our officer will think you're crazy."
I mocked him sarcastically, but Asimov still said with a formulaic smile that there was no problem, and he would go to the hospital for a proper examination according to the client's suggestion.
This man's face is really tougher than a mecha armor plate, so I simply closed my eyes and meditated, ignoring him.
The luxury Mercedes-Benz drove out of the urban area and entered the relatively desolate suburbs. Large areas of farmland and low wooden houses replaced reinforced concrete buildings and luxurious Baroque ancient buildings, which gave me a particularly fresh feeling.
After driving for about another hour, after turning into an old small village with only about forty or fifty families, the Mercedes-Benz stopped, and Asimov motioned me to come down with him, and detoured on the narrow country road The muddy ground just after snowfall was slippery and sticky, and it was extremely difficult to walk on. I kept cursing whether I was kidnapped by a fat sheep.
Because of this thought, when I suddenly saw an airstrip outside the village and a well-hidden An-12 transport plane, I was so surprised that I could barely close my mouth.
What kind of workplace is it that uses military aircraft?
Forget it, just ask the pimp behind you when the time comes.
"Our crew will take you to the designated place, and we will not accompany you."
Asimov sent me to the hatch very irresponsibly, then he took my hand and shook it, then turned and left.
"Hello….."
Before I finished speaking, the hatch in front of me slammed shut like a predator trap, almost smashing my nose.I cursed and wanted to open the cabin door, but I was still half a beat too late, because it was already locked, and I couldn't move at all.Soon, the plane started slowly and began to accelerate on the runway. Asimov waved off with a gracious smile amidst my fist-waving curses.
In other words, this scene really looks familiar to me four months ago.
I swear that if I listen to the nonsense of salesmen again in my life, I will be the grandson of all salesmen in the world!
I was exhausted and sat on the passenger seat panting, and only then did I have a chance to look around.This transport plane seems to have been used for a long time. The paint in the cabin has peeled off in large areas, and the seats have lost their original color. There is an old musty smell. When encountering strong air flow, the machine will occasionally emit a piece of chopsticks. The strange sound of "ding ding bang bang" seems to disintegrate in the air at any time.
Apart from the two pilots, I was the only passenger in the huge plane. It was so empty that it made people feel creepy. It seemed that the company's business was not doing well, and it couldn't attract many people.
I noticed that there seemed to be something still on the seat at the hatch door, an old-fashioned parachute bag that seemed to be camouflage, but when more efficient small propulsion devices became popular, only some retro enthusiasts would specifically to play this.The other is a [-]-liter black travel bag, which is bulging, and I don't know what it contains.
I opened the zipper curiously, and a bunch of things fell out of the opening immediately with a jingle, including a long Abagum automatic rifle, a short pistol, a thick anti-tank rocket launcher, a round rocket-propelled grenade, and all kinds of brand new ones. The military guy hit the ground and spun merrily, making me almost blind.
At this time, according to the routines of TV dramas, I usually feel a hard head, a small black pistol has been pushed on the back of the head, and then the director closes up the characters in all the scenes, only to see a middle-aged killer in sunglasses or a windbreaker or The burly man with scars on his face held his gun and sneered, said something like "You know too much, go on the road with peace of mind", and then shot me indiscriminately with ketchup.
While this isn't filmmaking, seeing too much is bad for your health.So I immediately stuffed all the ammunition back as quickly as possible, then shrank back to my seat and closed my eyes as if nothing had happened.
Then I started dreaming.
In my sleep, I dreamed that I was already standing at the door of my house, and when I opened the creaking broken security door, my mother was the first to greet me with a smile, took my backpack and looked at me from head to toe , commenting that I seem to have lost a lot of weight and darkened a lot, and I need to supplement nutrition. I said that there is no way to be so hard outside, and walked into the living room.
On the dining table are sea bass with scallion oil, stir-fried rice eel, casserole duck, and a few big crabs. Dad is busy cooking in the kitchen, and while calling me to sit down and eat first, his rice spoon hits the pot There was a rumbling sound... Hey, wait a minute, does cooking make such an abnormal sound? It's like a cannon firing a torch!
I woke up suddenly, only to see that it was pitch black outside the window, but it was not pure darkness. Red axes shot out of the ground and crisscrossed in the dark night, like three-edged bayonets piercing the sky. The smooth night was riddled with holes, and light balls of different sizes were constantly exploding around the machine body, and the shock of the explosion shook the machine body up and down.
It seems that it should be a small-caliber high-speed weapon of about 20mm. Although its power is not strong, its shooting speed advantage far surpasses that of a large-caliber cannon, which is enough to make a large target like a transport plane have nowhere to escape.
Speaking of which, what kind of job am I doing? Is there life insurance? Hey!
While I was still in a daze, the door of the cockpit suddenly opened, and a pilot in a faded military uniform jumped over anxiously and shouted:
"Damn, what time is it? You still have time to look at the scenery, hurry up!"
"Withdraw? Where to withdraw?"
I didn't realize it for a while, everyone was locked in an iron box, and there was no room to hide.
At this time, the automatic hatch opened, revealing the dark night sky like an abyss. The guy couldn't help but pull me up and drag me to the hatch, and handed me the camouflage umbrella bag and the big backpack full of ammunition.
"Stop, stop, I still don't know how to dance this?"
I was shocked and quickly explained.
That guy scolded a mother, saying why are you so wordy, I will teach you, pull this rope after jumping out for a while, don't be too low or too high, otherwise you will fall to your death or be hit as a living target. It’s the rope to pull the parachute, one can’t pull the other, so don’t talk nonsense and jump, I can’t stand it anymore!
Before I had time to ask the painful question of "what if there are problems with both of them", I heard a terrible "bang" in the cabin, and we all jumped up, only to see the aluminum alloy shell of the tail being hit by shells A huge hole opened, a row of seats was torn to shreds, and the icy wind poured straight through the opening.
I didn't want to have a hole knocked out of my body, so I hurried to the hatch trembling.
The feeling of skydiving is completely different from that of using a propulsion device, because the latter can maintain the descent speed and trajectory within a human acceptable range through balanced output of rated power, while skydiving requires a free fall of nearly one kilometer sports.
My calf was a little cramped, so I had to turn my head and say:
"That... Big brother, I seem to be a little afraid of heights, what should I do?"
"Then I can do it too."
The other party answered quickly.
"So strong, teach me quickly!"
So I was kicked down from a height of [-] meters by him.
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