Banyan City National Security Bureau, in the case analysis conference room on the third floor, the curtains are tightly drawn.
The cold light of the incandescent lamp shines on the table, and spread out are the drawings of the hydraulic components of the Aegis warship radar, the industrial and commercial information of DYB Company, and the social security details of more than 12,000 people.
On both sides of the conference table, the heads of investigation, technology, and foreign-related businesses were arguing.
"The parameters on the drawing are 100% the core components of military ships. They are not related to military secrets! The target must be controlled immediately!"
"What's the reason for the control? The procedures are all in compliance, it's a wholly foreign-owned subsidiary, all social security and individual taxes are paid, and there are no illegal records. Why are you arresting someone?"
"Even if we don't arrest anyone, we still have to seal up the company first! We have social security for more than 10,000 people, but the office is in an empty villa. There is obviously something wrong!"
Amid the quarrel, the old professor Lin Peiyuan, who was sitting in the chair, slammed the table, and the conference room fell silent instantly.
The old man has gray hair and is a leading figure in the field of domestic shipbuilding and military industry. He has worked in military research and development all his life. At this moment, his fingers are heavily poking on the drawings, and his voice is filled with uncontrollable excitement:
"Why are you arguing? Let's get the key points out first! The parameters on this drawing are the core radar hydraulic system of the U. S. Army's current Burke-class destroyers. They are first-hand information that we have been chasing for more than ten years and can't even touch the edges!"
Someone retorted in a low voice, "Professor Lin, could it be fake? These parameters are too outrageous. Even our top domestic craftsmanship cannot reproduce it."
"False?" Lin Peiyuan stared and said, "United States military's military strength is there! Just because we can't reach it doesn't mean others can't! It's just because we can't catch up that we need to pay more attention to this information!"
He took a breath, his hands behind his back were shaking slightly, and his tone contained a lifelong obsession:
"No matter who this Fu Haoran is, he has the most core first-hand information on United States military. You must not alert him! Once you alert the snake, the line will be broken!"
The conference room became quiet again.
Someone hesitated and said, "But Professor Lin, is there a possibility... that the parameters of United States military are fictitious? We can't reproduce it. It's not that our technology is not good, but that it itself cannot reach it?"
"Impossible!" Lin Peiyuan suddenly raised his voice, his face turned red, "United States military is the world's number one navy. How can they fake their military industry standards?!"
"If these data are all false, then are our decades of catching up also false?!"
After finishing the sentence, no one in the conference room spoke anymore.
The detachment leader sitting in the main seat raised his hand and knocked on the table, making the final decision:
"Okay. First, this case is only monitored, not filed, and not contacted. We must not expose that we have intervened."
"Second, immediately set up a special working group to follow up on all developments of DYB Company 24 hours a day, focusing on its procurement, production, and technical exchanges. All drawings and data sent back to China will be synchronized to Professor Lin's expert team as soon as possible."
"Third, they registered a company in China, paid social security for more than 10,000 people, paid taxes, and promoted the domestic steel and machinery industry chain. There are no violations of any laws or regulations, and we have no reason to deal with it."
He paused, with a slight smile in his tone:
"Whether they did it intentionally or not, they have sent back all the core first-hand information about United States military. This is a good thing. Protect this goal and don't make any mistakes."
After the meeting ended, Lin Peiyuan sat in the empty conference room holding the drawing, repeating the phrase "If this is all fake, is our decades of pursuit also fake?" His eyes were full of complexity.
Yellowstone Shipyard, The workers on the day shift had just finished get off work, and the noise in the factory gradually subsided.
When two Chinese welders were putting away their tools, they whispered together.
"It's strange. I welded half of the hull sections yesterday, and when I came this morning, they were all welded. Which of you worked overtime last night?"
"I haven't heard of it. We lock the door after get off work and no one can come in except the security guard."
His companion patted him on the shoulder and sneered, "Isn't it good to have someone to help with the work? It doesn't matter who does it, just keep on doing it, and the boss will pay you well."
The two walked away chatting and laughing, and the lights in the factory area went out one by one.
After all the workers left, another group of "workers" came to work on time in the dock.
They move stiffly, and are naked except for a pair of shorts around their waists. Their torsos and limbs are covered with obvious traces of mechanical modifications. <i class="icon icon-uniE00E"></i><i class="icon icon-uniE071"></i>'s circuits and mechanical modification parts can be seen everywhere.
They are exactly the Servitor of the Warhammer 30K world.
Tech-Priest Kallen stood at a high place and issued construction instructions using binary codes.
Servo-Skull, suspended in mid-air, has already hacked into and blocked all the CIA-installed pinhole cameras in the factory, looping through static images of the day shift construction.
Servitor and the others immediately started moving. Mechanical Arm accurately completed the repair of the internal structure of the ship body and the layout of precision pipelines, and their movements were flawless.
"Sir." Kallen turned around, bowed slightly to the surveillance camera, and a mechanical synthesized voice sounded steadily, "72% of the internal structure repairs of the two Destroyers have been completed, 18 days ahead of schedule."
"The maintenance data of these civilian ships have been simultaneously entered into the database. The construction accuracy of Servitor has been improved by 17%, which is enough to meet the subsequent warship construction needs of Hive City."
On the other side of the surveillance camera, Fu Haoran nodded.
This was the reason why he dared to take this job.
Workers on the day shift worked, and Servitor continued working on the night shift. Not only was the construction period cut in half, but the labor cost was also cut in half.
More importantly, every construction is a training for Servitor, and the ship construction data collected are all the core technical reserves for Hive City's future shipbuilding.
More importantly, he couldn't even spend one-tenth of the 800 million basic budget given by United States military.
On the 50th day of the construction period, the maintenance work of the two Destroyer was completed.
Fu Haoran made a phone call to Cole from the CIA, with a calm tone. "The ship has been repaired, come over for inspection."
Cole on the other end of the phone was stunned for three seconds, his voice full of disbelief. "What did you say? It's been repaired? It's only been 50 days?!"
"Otherwise?" Fu Haoran sneered, "The contract requires 70% of the repairs to be completed within three months. I have completed all the repairs now. Is there any problem?"
"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" Cole reacted immediately, his tone full of excitement, "We'll be there right away!"
After hanging up the phone, Cole and Miller looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
They originally thought that even if the Chinese boss could repair it, he would still be stuck in the three-month construction period or even have to postpone it. Unexpectedly, it was completed forty days ahead of schedule.
"As expected, they are Chinese. They are born to work overtime and squeeze workers to death." Miller sneered and did not think about anything else. "The surveillance we installed also shows that this shipyard operates 24 hours a day, all week long. These people are really crazy."
Cole nodded, convinced.
The two of them had met numerous Chinese contractors in the country, and all of them were good at work. They could finish three months of work in one month. They had long been accustomed to the Chinese overtime culture. What's more, they didn't understand the shipbuilding industry. They just thought they had met another boss who was willing to risk his life just to make money, and they didn't suspect anything else.
After all, in their perception, Chinese people like to do this kind of thing.
The two excitedly took the acceptance report and went straight to the Navy Department, ready to claim credit.
But they didn't expect that in the office of the Naval Operations Department, Admiral Jensen was not surprised at all after reading the report. Instead, he slammed the table and became furious.
"Two Arleigh Burke-class Destroyers repaired in 50 days?!" Admiral Jensen slammed the report on the table, his roar making the windows buzz.
"Do you think I'm a fool?! Even at the peak of the Cold War, Newport News Shipyard was not as efficient!"
Cole and Miller instantly froze on the spot, the smiles on their faces froze, and cold sweat broke out instantly.
Admiral Jensen is a veteran who has experienced the most glorious era of the United States Navy. He has personally watched the world's most powerful navy decline step by step.
The average age of the Ali Arleigh Burke-class Destroyer currently in service is more than 25 years. It was originally designed to serve for 30 years. Now it is forced by Congress to extend it to 40 years. It has been revised and revised again and again, just to last for a few more years.
However, Congress is stuck on the budget for the new generation Destroyer. Shipbuilding costs are getting higher year by year. Local shipyards are closing down and layoffs are being laid off. There are almost no places to repair ships.
Congress used "ship repairs are highly efficient and low-cost" to prevaricate him every day and did not allow him to build new ships. He was worried that he had no place to find a repair shop to scare the monkeys.
It's good now. A little-known shipyard repaired two Destroyers in 50 days. Isn't it fraud?
"I want to go and inspect it myself!" General Jensen said with cold eyes, "Bring the expert team and the gendarmerie and set off immediately! If the inspection fails, I will take the person in charge of the fraud and you two losers to a military court on the spot!"
Cole and Miller's faces turned pale, and their calves were trembling.
The two of them are just middle-level members of the CIA. In front of an admiral like Jensen, they are just two little shrimps who can be easily crushed to death.
Once the general shows his sincerity, he can send them to military court in a matter of minutes.
The two wanted to find a chance to make amends and give Fu Haoran some air in advance, but Admiral Jensen didn't give him a chance at all. He took his people aboard the Navy's MH-60R Seahawk helicopter that day and headed straight for Yellowstone Shipyard.
Until the helicopter took off, Cole and Miller had no chance to make that call. They could only sit in the corner with ashen faces.
On the helicopter, General Jensen leaned on his seat with an impatient look on his face.
"How long until it arrives?"
"Report to the General, there are still ten minutes left for the flight." the adjutant replied immediately.
Admiral Jensen sneered, his tone full of contempt. "How can there be a good shipyard in a deserted place? It must be a small garbage workshop. Only those two trash will believe that such a place can repair it in 50 days Destroyer."
"I'm going to see what's hidden inside later."
Just as the adjutant was about to reply, the helicopter suddenly climbed over a rolling mountain, and the scene in front of him suddenly became clear.
Jensen Admiral's sarcasm stopped abruptly, and he froze in his seat, staring out the window, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
Outside the window, a giant shipyard spread out.
Two 300,000-ton dry docks lie across the shore, and a 1,200-ton gantry crane stands tall. Next to the red logo of Zhenhua Heavy Industries, the eye-catching word DYB is printed.
Steel plate pretreatment production lines, hull segment manufacturing workshops, and outfitting docks are all available. The factory area is bustling with traffic, tower cranes are running back and forth, welding sparks are connected, and densely packed workers and machinery are busy in the factory area, creating a lively scene.
Where is this small garbage workshop?
This is a completely modern, world-class shipyard!
The scale is much larger than the few remaining military shipyards in United States!
Jensen Admiral never expected that such a giant shipyard would be hidden in this deserted place.
Suddenly, Admiral Jensen's eyes were fixed on the innermost dock.
In the dock, a giant 300-meter-long keel has been laid, and the hull sections are being hoisted. Looking at this size, it is at least 80,000 tons.
Jensen Admiral's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he grabbed the adjutant's shoulder, his voice trembling:
"New aircraft carrier?! We have a domestic construction project for a new aircraft carrier? How come I didn't know about it?!"
The adjutant flipped through the information hurriedly, sliding his fingers quickly on the tablet. After a long time, he raised his head and said in a dry voice:
"Reporting to the general... there are no... there are no domestic construction projects for new aircraft carriers or amphibious assault ships."
"Then what is this?!" General Jensen roared.
The adjutant swallowed and spoke with difficulty, "Check... Check it out, General, what they are building is a giant 80,000-ton roll-off ship..."
"Huh?" Admiral Jensen was stunned, his face full of disbelief, "Ro-Ro ship?"
"Yes, General." The adjutant's voice became smaller and smaller.
Jensen General will turn from shock to ecstasy.
"God bless United States, there is still hope for our manufacturing industry!"
Amerikan The mainland has not built such a large ship for many years.
If this shipyard can build ro-ro ships, it is not impossible to build warships in the future.
"Quick! Get closer! Hover at low altitude! I want to take a closer look!"
The pilot looked embarrassed. "General, this is private airspace, we don't have permission to fly..."
"I'll let you get close!" Admiral Jensen slammed the hatch, "I'll be responsible for anything that goes wrong!"
The helicopter could only lower its altitude and hover towards the dock. The strong air flow prevented the workers below from getting there, seriously affecting the construction.
At this moment, a silver-gray vertical take-off and landing fixed-wing aircraft suddenly took off from the hangar in the factory area and instantly stopped in front of the helicopter.
The aerodynamic layout of this aircraft is completely different from any of the United States military models currently in service. It is a full circle larger than the Seahawk helicopter, and its short take-off and landing stability far exceeds that of the United States military model currently in service.
The weapon racks under the wings were clearly visible, and the black cannon was facing the helicopter's cockpit.
On the public channel, a cold call came:
"Attention helicopters ahead, you have entered private airspace, leave immediately! Repeat, leave immediately! Otherwise we will take forceful eviction measures!"
Everyone in the helicopter froze.
In United States, private territory is strictly protected by law. If the other party dares to open fire, he will only be held responsible in the end.
"Land!" General Jensen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
The helicopter landed slowly on the apron of the factory. As soon as the hatch was opened, a dozen off-road vehicles rushed over and stopped suddenly around the helicopter.
Dozens of security personnel armed with guns jumped out of the vehicle and surrounded the helicopter, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
General Jensen stepped off the helicopter and looked at the security personnel surrounding him. There was no fear on his face, but he sneered.
Dozens of military police he brought with him immediately surrounded him and confronted the security personnel.
His Arleigh Burke-class Destroyer is already on the way.
If he really wants to take action, he is not afraid at all.
"Call your people in charge here." General Jensen crossed his arms, his tone was arrogant, and his eyes were full of condescension.
But the security personnel were unmoved at all. The leading captain showed no expression and raised the gun in his hand. "Please show your ID and cooperate with the inspection. Otherwise, we will treat it as illegal intrusion."
Seeing this, the adjutant quickly showed the ID of Admiral Jensen and the search warrant jointly signed by the Ministry of Navy and Department of Justice, and said coldly, "This is Admiral Jensen of the Department of Naval Operations. He has been ordered to come to inspect and accept military ships. Who dares to stop him?"
After the security captain checked his ID, he waved his hand to his subordinates, and the security personnel immediately put away their guns and made way for them.
Admiral Jensen snorted coldly, and turned his eyes to the 300-meter-long giant ro-ro ship again. His eyes were full of complexity. He reluctantly looked away, commandeered a car, and went straight to the two Destroyer parked at the outfitting dock.
He had already made up his mind that if there was even the slightest problem with the acceptance check, he would capture the Chinese boss on the spot and send the two CIA losers to a military prison together with him.
But he didn't know that what he was going to see next would completely subvert his entire understanding of the navy and the entire Western military-industrial system.