"You know, Anthony, I know technology has been advancing, but I have never felt that life is any different." Tang Ji couldn't feel the existence of the screen. He seemed to see the approaching military force under the cliff directly through the wall.
Technology armed squad.
"Of course, in addition to the weapons in our hands, I can see a new generation of firearms in the hands of those street fighters almost every year, from gunpowder propulsion to electromagnetic propulsion, from 5.56 caliber to needle-type armor-piercing bullets." Tang Ji shook his head, a little absent-minded.
Because his sight was locked in the direction of the port, the picture on that side was suddenly enlarged, and Tang Ji could even see clearly the luster reflected on the soldiers' goggles.
He didn't know what level of resolution this was, because Tang Ji could hardly see any difference between it and what he saw with his naked eyes. Coupled with the surrounding environment, at this moment, Tang Ji felt that he was a god with clairvoyance and superiority.
"Until now, I have finally experienced the charm of technology." Tang Ji slowly opened the book in his hand: "For people like us, all this is no different from magic, isn't it?"
"Can you imagine?" His voice was a little dry: "If there were no players and no superhumans appeared, maybe in half a century, when our next generation grows up, they may not be able to understand all this with the education they receive."
"They will regard all of this as a miracle, just like you." Tang Ji looked at Surte with some pity: "You don't know that all of this is just an illusion brought by the tubes and sensors, and the person who really owns this throne,
Maybe people like me can only steer the ship through this kind of visual graphics."
"Am I right?" This rhetorical question was asked by Tang Ji to Aaliya.
"If you want to know more, what you see around you is a new generation window system called the Crystal Ball." Alia's voice was also bitter. She was also shocked by the luxury and charm of the Moonlight Gold just now.
But following Tang Ji's emotion, Aaliya imagined that if she had not met Tang Ji, maybe her current reaction would be similar to Surte's, and she suddenly shivered.
She herself comes from the slums, and she knows what life is like there. Times are improving, but the people living in the slums in this era are no different from the people who lived in the slums in the last century.
"Mr. Tang, you are slandering Mr. Frederick." Forman suddenly spoke, maintaining the dignity of the ship owner himself: "Under the management of Mr. Jackson Frederick, the wealth of the Frederick family has been growing steadily."
It has increased 3.5 times in the past twenty years. We cannot deny a person's excellence just because he has a good background."
"Mr. Frederick had to work hard for 16 hours a day before he was seventy years old. Even now, he still maintains an intensity of working nine hours a day." Foreman puffed up his stomach: "And you
Now that you and your companions have embarked on this path, you must have gone through the stage of working eight hours a day, spending time in bars after work, and complaining about social injustice, right?"
"Are you at this stage?" Tang Ji did not continue to refute Foreman, but asked Anthony calmly.
Anthony really recalled it for a while, and then answered in a positive tone: "I don't have this stage. The nature of my job means that I can't work eight hours a day. I haven't complained about social injustice. I'm too busy."
Of course he didn't have this time. It was hard for Tang Ji to imagine that Anthony was drinking to relieve his worries and complain. He seemed to be always busy, as if he would be surrounded by emptiness if he relaxed a little.
"What about you?" Tang Ji asked Soult again.
Perhaps it was Tang Ji's gaze that gave Soult the confidence. He straightened his back proudly: "I have never worked or been to a bar!"
No, that's not what I meant. Tang Ji opened his mouth and lost interest in continuing the topic. He said to Forman calmly: "Forget it, I don't want to argue with you, but I guess the world will soon prove that.
People are the ones who are truly valuable, you will see that."
Forman stopped talking, and on the basis of maintaining the dignity of his employer, he did not push further. As for the last words the bandit leader said, he only regarded them as "harsh words" after being speechless - equivalent to farting.
Tang Ji saw a golden battleship representing the Moonlight Gold drawn on the page, and the port coastline and the location of other ships were also outlined around it. All he had to do was click on the golden battleship to activate its power core.
When he did this, a trembling sensation came from under his feet, and correspondingly, a ripple visible to the naked eye, centered on Tang Ji, or the throne under his butt, surged out throughout the control room.
"Don't worry, this is just another additional special effect. I just read the instructions for the entire ship." Aaliya explained confidently: "If you find it troublesome, I can take over the ship remotely."
"It's what I asked for." Tang Ji finally touched the textured armrest of the stone throne and stood up from it without any nostalgia.
He is not greedy and does not expect that Tang Anran will control such luxurious things in the future. He only hopes that Tang Anran can grow up safely and happily, get married and have children in a stable manner, and will not encounter what he has experienced.
But if these big capital really want to create class monopoly, technology monopoly, or even knowledge monopoly, Tang Ji doesn't care about adding another line to the long list in his heart.
Anyway, he doesn't have to worry about having too many debts. As long as he doesn't die, the list will be completed sooner or later.
"Head, good news, we have found the respected Mr. Gerald Frederick here." Tony's tone was full of the surprise of winning the lottery: "He just offered five hundred thousand, let us give him a chance."
Put on your pants and take him to the deck. How much do you think is appropriate for us to get from rich dad if we fake it?"
"Let me tell you, at least 200 million!" Martin dominated the communication channel with a voice that trembled.
Martin Sanye, an Indian, was the most famous quarterback in the local area when he was in middle school. At the age of fourteen, he was already 1.96 meters tall and weighed 112 kilograms. In order to feed him, his father
He almost died from exhaustion in the mine.
The reason why he did not become a professional football player was because the year before he entered high school, the Disabled Persons League officially replaced the professional league and became the most watched football event with the highest advertising costs and the most influential football event.
They allowed their players to use prosthetics, and the enjoyment and intensity of the competition suddenly changed from earth-level to galaxy-level.
While those prosthetic manufacturing companies were making a lot of money, Martin also lost the possibility of becoming a football star because his body was too healthy.
Without this scholarship, Martin couldn't afford his tuition. Of course, he actually didn't have that worry. After all, without this halo bonus, he wouldn't be able to get into any high school with a score that was nearly half below the minimum score line.
For money, Martin finally embarked on the road of mercenary. Fortunately, he was quite steady. After all, many of his kindred were working hard in this industry, and with a casualty rate of two to three hundred people every year, he became a mercenary.
High-quality cannon fodder.
Martin Sanye has forty-three brothers and sisters to support. Of course, these people are not all the seeds sown by his father. Most of them are the younger brothers and sisters, wives, fiancées, etc. of his comrades in arms.
Under these people, there are a larger number of the next generation. Together, these people are a sizable tribe. Martin did a rough calculation and he must be guaranteed to earn 200,000 federal dollars every month.
Coins can make these people's lives less embarrassing.
So Martin actually doesn't care much about the bottom line. The world has not been gentle to him, and he has responded with bullets and swear words.
When the Moonlight Gold set off, a sound came from a secret communicator that Martin carried with him...
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"Sir, the Moonlight Gold is setting sail." The on-site commander of Military Technology looked helpless at the ship that had left the port.
The intelligence they received was that the other party would never launch the ship. After research, the on-site staff determined that the group of people boarded the ship to capture hostages and use military technology to prevent them.
But now, the big ship is showing its graceful figure to the world. Its wings are unfolding little by little, gradually covering the upper deck, and the entire ship has turned into a less slender oval shape.
A golden football, or some round submarine.
"They are preparing to dive, the fairing has been deployed, and we are conducting a probing attack." The on-site commander waved his hand towards the distant position.
A few hundred meters away, the newly deployed missile launch system quickly locked onto the target under the operator's remote control. Four smart missiles flew straight into the sky, preparing to launch a top-attack attack on the target after exceeding the critical point.
But the Moonlight Gold was obviously more than just a beautiful yacht. The moment the four missiles took off, Tang Ji, who was far away in the control room, discovered them.
In the control room, the screen facing the direction of the dock instantly zoomed in on the missile launch location, highlighting the missile that had just taken off. At the same time, there was a slight red flash in the room, reminding the owner of the danger.
Tang Ji knew that this ship had a missile defense system. Almost all private ships of this level had it, but what happened next still shocked him.
A ray of white light fell from the sky, as if Zeus had summoned thunder, and flashed past the horizon. All four missiles were detonated during the take-off stage.
That's a space-based defense system...
"This ship is worth 9.2 billion federal coins, which includes fifty years of permission to use space-based defense weapons." Alia proudly introduced: "Its manufacturer is Newport Huntington Industries.
The China-class group provides that this system will be activated whenever the ship's radar detects a long-range strike on the way."
"So, with it, we will be invincible?" Tang Ji had never even heard of this industrial group with a long name, but he was greatly shocked.
"I'm afraid not. The information I checked shows that there are levels of authority behind this space-based weapon system. Although the Moonlight Gold has very high authority,..."
"According to the information I just confirmed, Newport Huntington Industrial Group is also a member of the Enterprise Alliance." Aaliya explained: "I don't know if the senior commissioner has higher authority."
But when Mickelson introduced himself, he specifically emphasized his status as a senior correspondent.
The focus of this status is on the senior level, not the special commissioner.
"And do we have the authority to use this system to attack anyone, even attackers?" Arya said to Tangji while controlling the big ship: "If they use direct fire, there is nothing I can do.
Already."
Obviously, sacrificing 9.2 billion federal dollars cannot turn Newport Huntington Industries into a thug, which provides defense services.
But this does not mean that it does not have global strike capabilities. Tang Ji silently remembered this name in his heart.
He knew that he had never heard of this company before, not because it was not well-known, but because he was not of a high class.
"How long do we need to complete the dive? Will the Princess Diana attack us?" Tang Ji frowned. He didn't like this feeling of powerlessness, but when facing a behemoth like military technology, he could rely on
Such a big ship was his best choice to avoid the edge for the time being.
"Don't worry, according to my calculations, they won't have time to attack us." Alia said: "I have already planned the submarine route. If everything goes well, we can easily escape the tracking of military technology!"
Aria is so confident because the entire Federation is currently in a state of basically no coastal defense, and the only aircraft carrier that can currently be used in this area is the Princess Diana.
Once the Moonlight Gold completes its dive and avoids tracking by the Princess Diana, it is effectively free.
It can float on the bottom of the sea for ten days and a half, and then send Tang Ji and his party to the shore through a small boat, while he stays below the sea surface to wait.
The Moonlight Gold's power source allows it to stay underwater unless the physiology of the crew members on board is taken into consideration.
Alia had obviously made preparations for a long time before choosing her target. This insecure girl had always wanted to find an isolated place where she and her mother could be locked up, and then she could only rely on the Internet to communicate with other people.
She is currently using 300% of her efforts to cover the Frederick family's imprint on the ship, putting her own stamp on this giant ship from the source code level.
If possible, she certainly hopes that Tang Ji can live on this ship, but unfortunately, she knows that the man's ambition is not here.
The military technology team far away on the shore could only watch helplessly as the big ship finally disappeared below the coastline. Three minutes later, the F-48 hurriedly flew in from a distance and passed over the sea at low altitude.
He circled around the empty coordinates and left with regret.
"We lost the target." The commander could only report this in the end.
But the people above are obviously not concerned with whether the action failed or not.