There was another scream, and there was the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.\\First published on 9vk.com\\
Caroli collapsed.
There were only occasional moans from him, but he probably wasn't dead on the spot.
Boom, boom!
The counterattack at the entrance of the alley was still weak. A single pistol was unable to respond to the firepower of so many people. It was really a single force.
At some point, Bayu let go of his hand, and Nong Lan regained her freedom. She stretched out her head and saw Mota, who had sprained his foot next to a dim streetlight pole outside the alley, still insisting on shooting, but it didn't work.
It's no longer helpful.
Suddenly, several black objects as big as fists were thrown over, spinning around near the entrance of the alley. Nong Lan jerked his head back.
Almost at the same time, there was a booming explosion, drowning out Mota's desperate roar, and the ground was shaking.
Such a ferocious attack, with no intention of leaving anyone alive. Nong Lan and Bayu looked at each other with horrified expressions, which meant that the other party knew everything about the "Eden" South Asia branch.
Woof! Woof!
Several dogs barked from afar.
There were people's voices outside the alley, like police, and there were also sirens of police cars nearby.
"Two are dead and one is seriously injured. Sir, should we re-shoot or call an ambulance? We have begun to seal this place."
"Della, let 'our friends' confirm it."
"Yes, sir!"
"Don't look at it, it's just a little guy! It's worthless. The big fish has escaped."
Boom!~
"Okay, it's solved. Find someone to remove the body, let the people from the cleaning company clean the floor, then search the place and then lift the blockade."
"Yes, sir! Kak, you guys, follow me!"
The decisive and ruthless silence of the gunshot made Nong Lan's heart light up. Seeing that Bayu's face was also pale, she managed to get up and, together with Bayu, tiptoed deeply into the alley.
This is not a place to stay long.
Perhaps it was the green eyes of the wild cat in the darkness that made Nong Lan scream several times, but Bayu covered her mouth in time. The two of them groped in the dark in fear and walked farther and farther in the alley. Maybe it was luck.
God took care of them, and they walked for more than an hour without any danger before walking out of this dark slum area.
In front is the commercial district. The bright lights are like the light of heaven, which makes Nong Lan and Bayu feel the warmth of heaven. As long as they enter the commercial district, they can disappear into the dense crowd and disappear into this sea of people like a fish in water.
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"Hurry, almost there!"
"Yes, come on! We'll be safe soon."
Nong Lan and Bayu encouraged each other to run towards the light, but suddenly several shadows enveloped them.
"This, this is?" Nong Lan was staggered by Bayu who was suddenly frozen. He didn't even have time to blame Bayu, but he saw red light spots inexplicably appearing on his chest, abdomen, head and face.
That was the guidance beam of the laser sight, with no less than a dozen light spots.
"What? You're not running away?" A man covered in black armor appeared in front of them, cutting off their hope of running towards the light. A full-coverage helmet covered their face, making it completely unclear.
On his face, where his eyes should be, there are two amber light spots.
A black-painted, non-reflective automatic rifle was held in the opponent's hand, with an extra-long magazine inserted to remind the two of them that this was an extremely powerful weapon that could sweep them into a honeycomb at any time.
Nong Lan and Bayu looked at each other in complete despair, completely paralyzed on the ground. The other party was obviously not Thai. It is impossible for Thailand to have such advanced and elite equipment. The other party was a group of more terrifying guys.
Hiss! Hiss!
There were two strange whistling sounds in the air, and two invisible waves seemed to suddenly shoot over in the darkness.
Under the weak light, two slightly twisted air trajectories could be vaguely seen dissipating rapidly, and it seemed that two transparent things as big as fists silently hit the bodies of Nong Lan and Bayu.
As if struck by lightning, the two of them immediately collapsed to the ground.
"Are we going to die?"
This was Nong Lan's last thought before her consciousness fell into coma.
Several people carrying strange-looking long guns and also wearing black night armor came over to inspect the results of the battle.
The muzzle of the gun is not an elongated small round hole, as thick as the mouth of a tea cup, but a small square flat mouth, about one meter long, making a slight trembling sound, and a few faintly bright command lights flashing near the handle.
It shows that he is still working, and the offensive energy consumed is obviously not gunpowder.
Directional shock wave weapons?
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"Passengers please take your luggage and belongings with you and go through the exit in order."
Lin Mo took his suitcase and walked out of the exit of Xiaoshan Airport. He took a deep breath of the air of his hometown that he had not seen for a long time. After a flight of nearly fifty minutes, he took a civil flight from Shenzhen to Hangzhou.
After landing at the Hainan aircraft carrier base, Lin Mo was in danger of being abducted, but Chen Haiqing, who showed up on the way, robbed him. He went straight to Haikou, where he had a big meal and booked a luxury suite.
entertain.
It's a pity that Lin Mo didn't enjoy the facilities in the room. Instead, he buried himself in front of the desk and copied the alloy formulas for a whole night. There were at least thousands of formulas, but Chen Haiqing was very happy.
After dawn, this guy answered a phone call. He didn't know what kind of evil he was possessed by, so he abandoned himself and borrowed some personnel from the local National Security Bureau. He got on a military special plane and ran away that morning.
This guy's vast magical powers were revealed in just half a day, which surprised Lin Mo.
However, Lin Mo was not the only one who was abandoned. The unlucky driver Xiao Song and the Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle were also abandoned in Haikou, completely becoming Lin Mo's private car.
Faced with this old comrade's unscrupulous escape, Lin Mo unceremoniously confiscated Chen Haiqing's business car and driver for two days.
Loaded with Hainan's specialties and gifts collected in the South China Sea, they took a large ferry directly to Shenzhen to visit their aircraft design mentor, Professor Yan Guoqiang.
Professor Yan Guoqiang, who rarely had guests at home, was happy for a long time when he saw the rare visit from a closed disciple.
As a senior expert in China's aircraft design profession, he has been working on fighter jets all his life. He never leaves his profession. It is rare for him to have someone to talk to. His son and daughter are busy with their own work and life outside, and they have no common ground.
language.
This little apprentice came over and asked Professor Yan to find the best chat friend, and directly brought Lin Mo into his home to make up for several days of classes.
While these old arms and legs can still move, I wish I could pass on all my knowledge to Lin Mo in these few days. Of course, this is also Professor Yan's biggest wish in his life after retirement.
Professor Yan is also very concerned about the manufacturing progress of Lin Mo's "Monster". After all, it was designed by his apprentice himself and combined with the efforts of many experts from several domestic design institutes to design a super concept aircraft.
Many of the experts involved, including Professor Yan, originally thought that Lin Mo was just having fun like most newbies who were new to the industry. However, they did not expect that this guy not only obtained funds, but also really started to place orders and accumulate machines.
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And only a few people know that Lin Mo has received the support of the country and solved the most difficult engine problem. If this information had not been kept extremely confidential, I am afraid that many units in related industries in the country would have to fight for those two sets of F119-
The pw-100 binary vector propulsion engine caused a lot of noise.
Obtaining the two core engines means that the fighter is half finished, and a lot of technology and materials have been gathered together. Even if this "monster" is not as scary as the original parameters on the drawing, the actual performance is quite comparable.
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At Professor Yan's home, Lin Mo drew on paper the aerodynamic appearance of the British supersonic unmanned fighter jet "Yan Falcon" encountered over the South China Sea. As a professional in aerodynamic design, drawing is a basic skill, regardless of
Whether it is hand-drawn sketching or computer drawing, you must be very skilled.
More than a dozen multi-angle side views of the "Yan Falcon" aroused Professor Yan's interest, and he even dug out a lump of clay. After a while, he made a lifelike physical model.
"Teacher, have you ever learned clay sculpture?" Lin Mo knew that there is a handicraft technology called clay sculpture in this world, but looking at the scaled-down clay "Yan Falcon" in front of him, how could he possibly do it without more than ten years of skills?
So exquisite.
Professor Yan rubbed the dirt on his hands and glanced at his apprentice who had a surprised look on his face. It seemed that he had given him another big shock today. As a master, he was certainly proud of this respectful look.
, the feeling of being a teacher becomes stronger and stronger.
Professor Yan happily sorted out the tools in his hands and said: "Somewhere, a little bit of craftsmanship. Back then, computers were not yet popular. The closest thing to modernity in the design institute was a dec minicomputer. It couldn't be used as a computer at all."
Simulation calculations, even formula calculations, all relied on abacus. They used the original methods from the time of the "two bombs and one satellite" and relied on human sea tactics. Moreover, the computer formulas at that time were all given by the Soviets. This also caused the problem until
Now most of our fighter jets have more or less Russian blood..."
"...At that time, we could only rely on physical scale models for testing, especially in terms of aerodynamics. We had to rely on models. Many of the models were learned from old craftsmen by your master, me and others, using such primitive methods.
, we made it bit by bit by hand, haha, at that time, we were no different from masons in designing airplanes. The models we made were either metal or clay. Look at this clay model. If the outside is made of wax or the like,
Wrap it with grouting holes and air guide holes, and it can be used as a mold. I have been practicing this skill for seventeen years..."
ps: Monthly ticket + reward, please give me more. Haikou shi has become a banned word, so harmonious.