After deciding to go to 611 to solve the J-20B problem, Chen Nian had to re-examine his accumulation of sources.
After the last explosive growth, the average daily source point growth rate has now returned to normal levels, ranging from about 0.15 to 0.2 points per day.
Therefore, after a few days, the number of source points in his hand only increased to 2.13 points.
Not too little, but definitely not too much.
Compared with the F-35's bipolar counter-rotating lift fan technology, it is just about adequate.
After all, this thing requires 1.5 source points, which consumes more than the entire power system when analyzing the F-22.
But that’s the reason why this thing is expensive.
The counter-rotating rotors contained therein alone, as well as the bevel gears involved in the counter-rotating rotor transmission device, can produce huge marginal effects, not just in the aviation field. If the technology can mature, many heavy machinery , can also be used in civilian vehicles.
The key to the problem is how to create these things.
Chen Nian sighed.
If you don't rely on the system, then read the literature yourself.
As long as you read enough books and integrate knowledge quickly enough, you still have a chance to compile technical documents based on your memories of past lives.
Thinking of this, he reopened the aerodynamic notebook that had been covered in dust for a long time, intending to find inspiration from Chen Guo's experience.
And on the other side, Chengdu.
Two white men who looked out of place in this city stepped off the plane. Under the heat of the Chengdu plains in October, their snow-white skin instantly turned red.
"Shit, this damn weather, I really shouldn't be here again - at least not at this time!"
The taller man spat and cursed in a very rude manner.
"Come on, James Bond, this is your destiny, fight against the evil Eastern dragon, save the world, and at the same time, take home a beautiful Eastern girl."
"I heard that the girls here are the most beautiful in all of China. Is this true?"
The tall man rolled his eyes and replied:
"Stop calling me James Bond. I just happen to have the same last name as him. My name is Wal Bond!"
"Also, Sean, you have to remember that the girls here are beautiful, but they are also wild."
"You can try to flirt with them, but if you hear them say a word, it's best to stay away from them immediately - unless you want to get started with women."
"What words?"
Sean asked curiously.
"Lao Zi Shu Dao Mountain."
Bond imitated in broken Sichuan dialect.
Judging from the look on his face, he must have heard this sentence more than once.
".So what does this mean? A famous mountain?"
"You will know later. Okay, from now on, we only speak Mandarin, understand?"
Bond did not answer Sean's question. His expression became serious, and he seemed to have entered working mode.
"Okay. Get in the car."
Sean took Bond into the special car that came to pick him up. Although he was on his own, the silent glass was still raised meticulously, cutting off the connection between the two of them and the driver in the front seat.
"So where are we going? Not to the embassy or consulate?"
Sean continued to ask.
"Of course not. This car is not the embassy or consulate's car. From now on, all our whereabouts will be secret."
"This mission is of great significance and you must take it seriously."
"The topic about girls I mentioned before is just a joke. If I find that you have any dangerous behavior during the mission, I will not hesitate to send you to a military court. Do you understand?"
"clear."
Sean nodded solemnly.
He felt a rare pressure from the man opposite him.
This kind of pressure was exactly the same as when he first entered the intelligence department for trial training.
At that time, I was just a chick who didn't understand anything, but now...it seems to be about the same?
Thinking of this, he sighed unconsciously and then said:
"But having said that, the difficulty of this mission is indeed too high."
"No intelligence, no informants, not even weapons. I don't know what those old guys in May expected us to get."
"Yes, let's put it this way, we don't even have a goal."
“That’s the norm in our job.”
Bond replied expressionlessly.
"You still want weapons? Do you know what it means to have weapons here? The moment a weapon is used, our entire organization will be destroyed."
"Even if you want to commit suicide, you can only find a higher building. That way at least it won't hurt other people, do you understand?"
"clear."
Sean answered again.
This was already the fourth "understood" he had said in just half an hour, which gave him the illusion that he was still being trained.
However, this also just shows that this mission will make me grow a lot.
Which is a good thing.
Maybe, after the mission is over, he can leave the execution team and go back to take charge of the plan with peace of mind.
The car moved forward, and soon after, the silent glass was lowered, and the two checked into the hotel they had booked. It was not until they entered the room that Bond took out a stack of sealed documents from his password box and began to ask Sean Do a mission briefing.
"The mission this time is very simple, that is, we must use all means to destroy the opponent's ongoing J-20 project."
"Contrary to what you think, we don't know everything. We have already obtained some intelligence in the preliminary work."
"This information includes the name of the other party's project, the main person in charge, the general direction of the project, and the unit to which the project belongs."
"Here's what happened."
"The person in charge of the J-20 project is Yang Wei. He is a senior aircraft design expert in China. He has participated in the J-8 and J-10 projects. He has strong technical strength and high threat."
"The original purpose of this project was to develop a cross-generation fourth-generation aircraft, but after the J-22's first flight, the project was adjusted."
"The specific direction of adjustment is unknown, but judging from changes in the other party's external procurement categories and some personnel changes, it should be related to the aerodynamic layout of the aircraft."
"We have reason to suspect that they intend to transform the original fourth-generation aircraft into a carrier-based aircraft that can be used on an aircraft carrier, which is similar to our ongoing F-35 project."
"The project is led by the 611 Research Institute, which is the Chengdu Aircraft Research Institute, but above it, there is a more powerful organization coordinating it."
"We suspect that this organization should be a special working group - this is in line with the other party's usual way of working."
"So, we have two main directions. One is to investigate this special working group."
"The second is to find ways to interrupt the research and development process of this project."
"The briefing is over. Question?"
Sean pondered silently for a moment, and after digesting all the information, he asked:
"Our purpose? I mean, why are we interrupting this project?"
"In order to ensure that the F-35 project can proceed smoothly."
Bond replied seriously.
"But there is no conflict between the two. What I mean is, if they have a similar fighter jet, shouldn't we continue to develop it? This is very unreasonable."
"You're wrong, that's common sense."
Bond interrupted him unceremoniously and then continued:
"You should know that the first flight of the J-22 has had a major impact on the F-22 project. Now the entire project is basically at a stagnation stage. Not only the May meeting, but also Congress has begun to question the necessity of this project. "
"At the beginning, we thought the F-22 would be a fighter jet that would surpass the entire era. With it, we could seize absolute air supremacy."
"But obviously that dream has been shattered now."
"Congress will be forced to reassess the benefits and costs of this program -- it costs too much and doesn't have the impact it deserves."
"We have incurred significant losses that were unnecessary."
"If we had just been faster, even if it was just a year, the outcome would have been completely different."
"do you understand?"
Sean nodded again, he already understood what Bond wanted to express.
Yes, for Congress, the creation of new equipment will always be a competition, just as it has been for the past century.
If you can be faster than others in the competition, you will be able to take full initiative and even use your short-term equipment advantage to further open up the situation.
But if you are a step slower, the meaning will be completely different.
After all, in the eyes of upper-level decision-makers, being slow means a balance of power, or even falling behind.
But they don't want a balance of power, they want a crushing lead.
Therefore, when the speed of technological research and development cannot guarantee leadership, you must think of other ways.
This is a common idea, and it can be regarded as a correct idea.
"I understand. But I have no idea how to implement it."
"I do not have either."
Bond replied calmly.
"Neither have you? I thought you were experienced in this kind of thing."
Sean asked in shock.
"How is that possible! There have indeed been similar actions before, but they were all against other small countries. This is the first time."
"Moreover, this is not our home court, and the unfamiliar environment is also a disadvantage."
"Anyway, this task is not as simple as you think."
"Okay. Maybe we need a little more support."
Sean said helplessly.
"It would be too difficult for just the two of us."
"There's no more support, it's just the two of us."
"Of course, if you're talking about funding, equipment and connections, someone will find a way to help us get it done."
"May meeting? When did they become so generous?"
Sean asked slightly teasingly.
"No, it's Lockheed Martin."
"Loma?!"
Sean repeated it subconsciously, and then he suddenly woke up.
That's right, once the project is stopped, who will suffer the most?
Not Mayfair, but Lockheed Martin.
Therefore, they will use any means to achieve their goals, even if they use despicable and dangerous means.
A sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.
When he first took over the mission, he thought he was really fighting for the United States.
I didn’t expect that in the end, I was just working for capital.
Updates will resume at noon tomorrow, and I will follow you more.
It’s not that I’ve written less recently, it’s that the number of words in a single chapter has increased. Don’t say that I’ve written less.
(End of chapter)
