Ford, who had a mohawk, was wearing a training uniform, with sweat dripping from his body, but his eyes were looking at the people outside the room.
A slightly tired Smith shrugged and said apologetically, "Ford, although I really don't want to disturb you at this time, but..."
Smith twisted his mouth, looking helpless.
"Oh, okay, I know, it's all for work."
Ford smiled, then opened the door and welcomed Smith inside.
Only then did he see two men in suits following behind him.
black.
Entering the room, Ford picked up a towel and wiped his face, then sat aside.
Smith walked to the opposite side and sat down, but the two of them sat on one side, standing on three sides.
"This is Howard, this is Miles."
"Hello, Major Ford."
The leader, Howard, whose voice was a little hoarse, spoke first, "The conversation we are going to have next is related to national security."
"Please ensure that you are in a normal state and that what you say must be true, valid, and legally responsible."
Hearing what Howard said, Ford put the towel aside and then looked sideways at Smith.
Seeing this, Smith shrugged again, "These two are special envoys from Washington."
After hearing this, Ford understood the identity of the two people, so he picked up a glass of water, adjusted his mentality and said, "I confirm that every word I said is true and valid."
Howard nodded immediately, and then his assistant took out a tape recorder and turned it on.
"Okay, Mr. Ford, now I'm asking you on behalf of Washington regarding the XB-70 bomber incident."
"good."
"Excuse me, who asked you to teach..."
Half an hour later, Howard looked at his assistant Mellor, who nodded, and then said, "Okay, Mr. Ford, this inquiry is officially over."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
After speaking, he stood up and stretched out his hand. After Ford shook hands, the two of them left quickly.
"Uncle Smith, don't you want to say something?"
Seeing Smith, who had remained silent throughout, holding a bottle of wine and opening it, Ford couldn't help but ask.
"Ahaha, I knew you couldn't help it."
Smith pulled out the wine cork and took out two goblets from the wine cabinet.
"Do you remember what I asked you last time?"
Ford took the wine glass and immediately reacted, "Didn't that matter come to fruition?"
Smith nodded, "Yes, there were results at that time."
"You said that even if you give them the technology, they won't be able to make it."
Ford nodded, "Yes, not only me, but many people think so."
Smith took a sip of wine and said, "But now, they are studying it."
"Research?"
"Yes, according to the information we collected, they are mobilizing across the country with one goal: to build airplanes."
"impossible."
Ford was a little incredulous, his face turned red, and he immediately retorted, "Impossible. I said that even if I gave them the technology of the Valkyrie, they wouldn't be able to do it."
"They don't have that much industrial support, their foundation can't support it at all, and their technology is fifty years behind. This is impossible."
"This is impossible."
Smith lowered his head and remained silent, then raised his head and said seriously, "Ford, I think you should see them correctly."
"Because they have a very magical power."
"It's like, magic medicine and shots."
"It's like a mysterious medicinal wine."
Ford was stunned for a moment, and then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"You mean, they're copying the XB-70 bomber?"
"Maybe, but it may also be developing its own aircraft. You have to know that our Blackbird has flown there twice."
Smith picked up the wine glass and poured it for the other party, "This is an intolerable provocation for the people there."
"So it is reasonable for the other party to want to use this method to regain the situation."
Ford was silent for a moment, and then said, "If they were dealing with blackbirds, it would make sense."
"However, even the F104 cannot catch up with the speed and height of the Blackbird. How can they dare to say that they can build an aircraft that can catch up?"
Smith smiled and shook his head, "Who knows? It's obvious that what you're doing is useless, but you're not enjoying it."
"In their culture, this is called doing something you know you can't do."
"It's like being on the battlefield, holding a pack of explosives and rushing forward desperately."
Hearing this, Ford remained silent.
"I still don't think they can make it. Even if they study a new aircraft, it will take at least two years."
"Even longer."
Smith nodded silently after hearing this, "Maybe you are right."
When Smith left the garrison base and returned to the intelligence official residence, a yellow-skinned middle-aged man was sitting on the bench outside the office.
Seeing Smith coming in, a middle-aged man stood up immediately and said, "Hello, Mr. Smith, I am Li Hui. I have been ordered to come to cooperate with your investigation."
Smith had a smile on his face when he saw the middle-aged officer, but he was very disgusted in his heart.
Perhaps, this is because colleagues are enemies.
"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Li, thank you very much."
Even though he felt disgusted in his heart, the relationship between the two parties at this moment was a cooperative relationship, or even a superior-subordinate relationship. When treating his subordinates, he, as a superior, naturally had to maintain a gentlemanly manner.
"Lieutenant Colonel Li, what good news do you bring us this time?"
Li Hui nodded immediately and took out a report from the document bag.
"This is information we have collected at great cost during this period, and it contains a lot of key data."
As he spoke, he handed the document to Smith.
Smith did not open it, but turned around and asked someone to send it to Howard.
"Thank you very much for your support."
"This is very beneficial to our judgment. Of course, it would be better if you could get more information."
Hearing this, Li Hui smiled bitterly.
"Sir, our people have made huge sacrifices for this intelligence information."
"Nowadays, there are no more of our people in Sijiu City. Even in a prosperous city like Shanghai, our people cannot stay for a week."
"The blockade of information over there has reached a severe level."
Smith nodded after hearing this. He also knew a little about the situation there, and he also knew the power of the people's ocean.
"But we won't give up."
Li Huiteng said with a serious expression, "The new batch of dispatched personnel is ready. This time we not only want to inquire about information, but also assassinate important personnel of the other party and destroy their plans."
Smith just nodded after hearing this. It had nothing to do with them what the other party did. He just needed to help complete the task.
"Mr. Smith, we also intercepted an important message."
"Please tell me!"
"Our people discovered that the other party is studying satellites and is also studying satellite launch rockets."
"It is said that they have carried out several rocket launches, but the specific progress is not clear."
Upon hearing this, Smith immediately lowered his crossed legs.
"Are you sure?"
Smith's face was very serious.
You know, there are only three countries that can possess this kind of technology and send satellites up.
Alliance, they and France.
If the other side launches successfully at this time, it will become the fourth satellite country.
Moreover, they will go ahead of Britain.
The last hydrogen bomb allowed them to surpass France. If they surpass Britain this time, it will be a huge help to increase their international reputation.
This matter must be investigated as soon as possible.
Li Hui shook his head, "I'm not sure about this because not many people know about it."
"And I don't know where their research is going, so I just got some information from a few words."
"However, there are various signs that the other party is indeed studying rockets, and the launch base is likely to be inland."
After Li Hui finished speaking, Smith stood up from his seat and walked around the room twice before saying, "This matter must be implemented as soon as possible. We must find out the other party's research base."
"Okay, we will try our best."
Li Hui assured and Smith nodded.
After Li Hui left, Smith immediately got up and went to the office next door.
In the office, Howard held a cup of coffee in his hand and looked out the window from time to time.
Beside, seven or eight men and women were busy and busy. Most of these people wore glasses, and some of them were even elderly people.
"Howard, is there any progress?"
Smith walked in and asked. After Howard heard the voice, he turned around and saw Smith, but pointed at the coffee beside him, "I just brewed it. It's authentic South American product. It's sweet and delicious. Try it."
Smith was not polite after hearing this. He picked up the cup prepared by the table and poured a glass, then took a sip and said, "Well, not bad, I haven't had such an authentic drink in a long time."
"How's it going? Is there any progress?"
After hearing this, Howard walked aside, looked at the information on the table, randomly selected two and handed them to Smith, "Let's take a look, the other party's requirements for these coefficients are very high."
"It's higher than our current F14 fighter jets."
Smith frowned, then looked at the data on the document and asked curiously, "Is this true?"
Howard shook his head, "Who knows?"
"This information is all collected from below. No one has seen the specific design drawings. Unless the other party's designers explain it, even God doesn't know."
After speaking, Howard waved to his assistant Mele, who immediately stepped forward, nodded to Smith, and then said, "Our experts analyzed several key data."
"One is the requirement for glass temperature. They need to withstand a high temperature of 500 degrees, which means that the other party's speed must reach at least Mach 3."
"In other words, their aircraft engines must have at least 10,000 kilograms of thrust."
When Mele said this, he almost laughed.
"As well as our investigation of their materials, we found that they have been able to produce special titanium alloys and have also imported a large amount of rhenium-rich minerals from the alliance. We have reason to guess that the other party has mastered the smelting method of titanium-rhenium alloys.
"
Mele finished the information compiled in one breath, and Smith asked in surprise, "Can I understand that they are developing an aircraft that is comparable to the Blackbird?"
"Is that so?"
Hearing this, the three of them were silent together.
But after a moment, all three of them laughed.
Because in their eyes, this is a joke.
As officials of special government departments, they naturally understand how difficult it is for blackbirds.
Even the powerful United States would have a hard time making another one.
Just like the 'Valkyrie' that crashed last time, it's not that it can't be made, but the price/performance ratio is too low.
For domestic human capital, unprofitable fighter jets are imperfect.
Fighters that cost too much have no value in existence.
Because of this, they understand how difficult and expensive it is to make a black bird.
An aircraft weighing more than thirty tons requires more than thirty tons of gold.
If you have this kind of money, you might as well research missiles.
What's more, even they themselves don't know how advanced the instruments and equipment installed in the Blackbird are.
But they know that any one of them can shock the world.
Does the other party meet these conditions?
Even the alliance may not have it.
Otherwise it would have been publicized all over the world.
After the three of them laughed, Howard put down his coffee and said, "Let them study it."
"It's better to devote all your efforts to research, so as to defeat them."