Brize Norton Royal Air Force Base only has a few hangars on the surface, but the most important hangars are often built in inconspicuous places.
The jeep arrived at an area that resembled a dormitory.
There are many soldiers training here, as well as civilian employees who come out for a walk and a rest.
Hunter, who was driving, realized that no one had noticed their arrival, and nervously stepped on the gas pedal slightly.
He nervously closed his eyes as the jeep drove past a group of soldiers running with weights.
"Uncle Hunter, you need to turn ahead."
Upon hearing Vincent's reminder, Hunter opened his eyes and jerked the steering wheel.
That was close; I almost crashed into the dormitory building.
But what made him even more fortunate was that no one actually discovered them.
It is completely hidden visually, and can even mask the loud engine noise.
Magic is truly amazing!
No wonder Prime Minister Churchill repealed the Witchcraft Act; if witches were to get serious, they could definitely assassinate political figures from various countries without a sound.
Hunter gradually grew bolder.
He floored the accelerator in the Jeep and sped recklessly through the dormitory area of the air force base.
Eric, sitting in the back seat, glanced down at his watch again.
It's 3:20 PM, with just over two hours left.
He raised his hand and slapped Hunter on the back of the head. "Are you a child? Get back to business!"
Hunter slowed down, looking annoyed. "No problem, you're the boss now, you call the shots."
The jeep turned around and returned to the dormitory area, drove towards the soldiers' training ground, and finally stopped in front of a warehouse next to the runway.
"We've arrived."
Without guards or cameras, it certainly wouldn't attract attention.
Just as Vincent thought there was a whole new world inside the warehouse, Hunter pointed to the ground on the left side of the warehouse.
"The entry point is here. Once it's opened, it will trigger the relevant security protocols. I have the necessary permissions to unlock it, but the relevant records will be uploaded to my computer."
Vincent crouched down in front of the entrance, and powerful magic instantly seeped in.
"Uncle Hunter, we can go in now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hole suddenly appeared in the ground in front of him, widening and revealing steps leading down below.
"Uh..." Hunter stared blankly as he walked down.
Eric patted him on the shoulder. "What's the big deal? The best is yet to come."
The two went down one after the other, and under the bright lights, a long staircase could be seen.
Vincent was walking ahead, stopped in front of an elevator.
This also requires permissions, but it's not too complicated.
Magic can interfere with the operation of electronic devices. With sufficient precision in manipulating magical power, it is possible to affect a device without stopping its operation.
This posed no challenge for Vincent, who had long been working on inscribing Magical Circuit; he could even manipulate electronic devices with such precision for short periods.
When Eric and Hunter arrived, the elevator doors were already open.
The three of them entered the elevator without saying a word.
"Uncle Hunter, are there soldiers guarding the area down there?"
"No, this is a hangar used for improvements and experiments, and it only houses a few researchers."
The elevator slowly descended into the ground, and the moment the doors opened, a remarkably large space came into view.
The interior is divided into sections, each containing a fighter jet with a different appearance, surrounded by many complex mechanical structures.
There aren't many researchers, only about ten in total.
Hunter walked at the front, saying, "The EF-2000 wasn't developed here; the Air Force received the prototype."
Vincent looked at the fighter jets under development with curiosity. "Uncle Hunter, are these all new fighter jets developed independently by the Air Force?"
"Not entirely. A significant portion of them are active-duty fighter jets from other countries. The researchers here are responsible not only for developing new technologies but also for reverse engineering."
We should learn from the strengths and improve upon the weaknesses.
Not only in politics, but also in the military, there is deceit and treachery.
History has long proven that working in isolation is completely unworkable, and no country or organization has ever been able to maintain its hegemonic position indefinitely.
Vincent withdrew his gaze and quietly followed behind Hunter.
The three quickly arrived in front of a delta-wing, canard-configured fighter jet.
In EF-2000, EF stands for Eurofighter, and 2000 is the expected delivery year for its production version.
The aircraft adopts a canard configuration with a delta wing and tailless design, and the rectangular air intake is located under the fuselage.
Apart from the canards, carbon fiber composite materials are extensively used in the fuselage, wings, ventral fins, rudder, and other parts.
It has strong maneuverability and agility in the air, and short takeoff and landing capabilities. The extensive use of composite materials even gives it some stealth capabilities.
Vincent walked past a researcher who was debugging the equipment and carefully examined the EF-2000 in front of him.
Carbon fiber composites, glass fiber reinforced plastics, aluminum-lithium alloys, titanium alloys, aluminum alloys...
With composite materials accounting for approximately 40%, it truly lives up to its reputation as an advanced fourth-generation fighter jet.
Eric and Hunter, however, did not step forward.
It wasn't that they were worried about being discovered by the researcher who inexplicably walked away, but rather that both of them knew clearly that Vincent wasn't just making a simple visit.
A miraculous scene unfolded.
The entire fighter jet seemed to be being dismantled bit by bit by countless unseen hands, and what was even more amazing was that the parts were actually floating in mid-air.
First came the special screws for fixing it, then the outer shell made of composite materials, and then the dense network of pipes and lines.
They were all neatly arranged in mid-air, as if supported by countless invisible hands.
Even the two most sophisticated RB199-122 afterburning turbofan engines were disassembled, and the high-performance aviation kerosene in the fuel tanks floated up drop by drop against gravity.
Hunter's breathing became increasingly rapid. "What is he doing? If this thing can't be put back into place, those old men in the military will kill me."
"Don't worry," Eric said dismissively. "My son is Nicolas Flamel's apprentice, and he spends all his time tinkering with metal or machinery. I've never seen him unable to put anything back together."
"Who? Nicolas Flamel what?"
"Nicholas Flamel".
Hunter suddenly became excited. "A 14th-century France Alchemists? The one who created the Sorcerer's Stone?"
Eric calmly patted his back lightly, "That's right."
Hunter was shaken by the slap, but he didn't react at all, just staring blankly at the countless parts floating in mid-air.
After a long time, he finally uttered a question, "What exactly are wizards?"
Eric thought about it carefully. "According to my son's words, the so-called magical bloodline of wizards refers to the extraordinary bloodline that ancestors obtained through magical experiments or by intermarrying with magical intelligent beings such as Giant Veela. Most of us ordinary people do not have enough magic in our bloodline to awaken and become wizards."
"Wait a minute— Giant? Veela?"
"There's a Half-blood Giant professor at my son's school, and he said he met a Half-Veela last year."
Hunter has crashed again.
The existence of wizards is already shocking enough, but Giant and Veela actually exist?
"Then what about... the giant dragon?"
"Yes, I've even seen one with my own eyes."
Driven by intense curiosity, Hunter suddenly had a crazy idea.
He wants to see the world of magic!
No matter what method you use!