Airplane

"Airplane!"

In the packed conference room, Mr. Truman's voice seemed to become the only authority. He jabbed his finger hard against the edge of the table, and the sound struck people in the chest, making them feel an invisible force.

He repeated himself. "Lin Qi's airplane!"

Then he began to explain. "Earlier, the manager in charge of Blackstone Security's Sergeant project told me that they could ask me for help if they ran into trouble. At first, I didn't understand what I could do about this."

"But just now, when Mr. President mentioned that we couldn't conduct an effective search at sea, I suddenly thought of the solution."

"That's the airplane!"

Mr. President was somewhat surprised. It turned out he had played a crucial role here. I actually reminded him what to do! In an instant, he felt that Mr. Truman was a truly trustworthy man, someone he could rely on, someone who was... well, someone who was...

In any case, he was a good man.

"I won't explain to everyone whether the planet beneath our feet is flat or round. Airplanes allow us to see a much broader area from a higher position, and their technology is already mature."

"I heard that, with additional fuel tanks, they can fly nearly a thousand kilometers. That's enough to send important information back to us."

"Moreover, they're faster. We don't need to consider the impact of reefs and currents on their speed. They weren't developed merely to scout for submarines. They were created to conduct reconnaissance in all kinds of environments!"

With his hands behind Mr. Truman, Mr. President clenched them tightly into fists. Thank God, we can get through this crisis now. Fantastic! Of course, he showed none of that on the surface. He merely nodded calmly, which fit his image