Pentagon's combat orders were simultaneously issued to Japan Kadena Air Base base, South Korea Osan Air Base, and Ronald Reagan Carrier Strike Group patrolling South China Sea.
The siren tore through the silence of the runway. A large number of F-15C fighters took off from Kadena Air Base. F/A-18E/F on the USS Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier
The carrier-based aircraft ejected and took off at the same time, their afterburners ejected blazing tail flames, and rushed towards Zhuhai at full speed for rescue.
The instruction was just one sentence: visually confirm the deck situation of the target ship, and transmit all images back in real time.
But water far away cannot save fire near.
Someone moves faster than them.
Fu Haoran was sitting in the VIP auditorium of Miss Universe Pageant when he received the notice from the Port Authority.
He had no intention of coming originally, but the Zhuhai Airshow organizing committee sent him a free ticket. It was said to be a gift from a real estate developer to let him experience the Ocean Flower Island tourist resort that was about to open.
This project Fu Haoran knows that it is said to have cost 160 billion, which can be described as a large sum of money.
Anyway, I have nothing to do, so why not experience the life of a rich person?
Facts have proved that as a modern version of Goulan Listening to Music, this trip was not in vain.
On the catwalk, the spotlight followed a row of contestants in evening gowns.
All of them are fair-skinned and beautiful, with slender waists and curvaceous curves. When the Latina contestants turned around, their skirts swung open, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs. The thin-strap high-heeled shoes made the ankles white and delicate, as if they were cut out of a pictorial.
The blond contestant next to him was tall and tall. His long, slightly curly hair swayed with his steps as he walked on the stage. The skin under his collarbone shone white under the light.
The shutter sound under the stage was so intensive that it was comparable to an air show flight performance.
Fu Haoran leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, held the ice-cold sparkling water given by the organizing committee in his right hand, and put his left hand on the armrest, as relaxed as if he was watching TV in his living room.
Cheng Beixiao next to him sat upright, not knowing where to put it, and the mineral water bottle in his hand was almost deformed by his knuckles.
Suddenly, Fu Haoran mobile phone vibrated in his trouser pocket.
Fu Haoran took it out and glanced at it. It was Director Zhang of the air show organizing committee.
"Mr. Fu, I'm very sorry to disturb you. There is news from the port authority. Great Fortune has all the documents, but the port said that the ship type does not match the declaration. The ship owner must be present to sign the supplementary documentation."
Fu Haoran's eyes were still on the T stage, and his tone was calm. "I know, I'll send someone to deal with it."
"Mr. Fu, it's best if you come over in person."
Fu Haoran took a look at the beautiful beauty contestants on the stage, wearing deep V jumpsuits with half-exposed breasts and long legs, and made a decision.
"It's rare to have some free time now that business is not urgent. Let's finish watching this first."
"These legs, these breasts, tsk tsk tsk."
Fu Haoran turned to look at Cheng Beixiao, who was sitting at attention next to him, and said, "Xiao Cheng, Great Fortune was stuck by the port authority. You go and deal with it."
"Ah? Boss, wouldn't it be appropriate for me to go?"
"Go if I ask you to, just say that you are my plenipotentiary representative, you sign whatever needs to be signed, and you cooperate with whatever needs to be cooperated." Fu Haoran waved his hand.
"The only principle is that if the ship can enter the port, it will enter. If it cannot enter, it will stop in the open sea and launch a small boat to send people ashore.
"If you really can't handle it, ask them to call me directly. Go ahead and don't delay me from watching the game."
Cheng Beixiao didn't dare to ask any more questions, grabbed his briefcase and left quickly.
He had just arrived at the Port Authority office area, and before he could speak, he was surrounded by a group of people.
What surrounded us was not the staff in navy blue uniforms, but another group of people who were more intimidating than them.
Looking around, they were all members of the army, and there were soldiers with guns standing behind them on guard.
Cheng Beixiao's legs became weak instantly.
He is just a migrant worker with an annual salary of one million. He has never even entered the district government a few times before. He has never seen such a battle.
Cold sweat instantly soaked the shirt on his back, and his mind went blank.
But the next second, he thought of Fu Haoran's kindness in the past few years.
I thought about my journey from being unemployed, to a purchasing specialist with an annual income of one million, to a supply chain director with tens of billions of dollars in revenue.
The boss never doubted him, and even gave him full authority to purchase hundreds of millions of dollars in domestic purchases.
Cheng Beixiao took a deep breath, and his rickety back straightened instantly.
The fear of the future disappeared from his face, and only the calmness of a man dying for his confidant remained.
"It's time to repay your favor on the golden stage and support the Jade Dragon to die for you."
"The boss trusts me, I will never betray him!"
This look of looking at death made the leading army colonel frown.
The officer leading the team took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Cheng Beixiao, we are the Southern Theater Command joint investigation team. Now please cooperate with the investigation. Who is the actual controller of Great Fortune? What is the true purpose of the ship? What exactly is the equipment on the deck?"
A series of soul torture came over him. Cheng Beixiao closed his lips tightly and didn't utter a single word. He just said lightly, "I don't know, and I don't want to say it."
The colonel looked at his indifferent appearance and felt that something was wrong.
Comrade, we are just doing a routine investigation to understand the situation. You seem to be stubbornly resisting us. Do you think we are villains?
At this moment, the working machine in Cheng Beixiao's pocket suddenly vibrated crazily.
He immediately answered the phone. Just as he was about to lower his voice and frantically hint that something was wrong with his boss and run away, Fu Haoran on the other end of the phone spoke first, his tone still casual. "Xiao Cheng, the situation has changed. Go coordinate with the organizing committee and the tower. Our plane will land on the air show runway and let them clear a runway."
"No, one is not enough. Just tell them how many runways they have."
Cheng Beixiao was stunned for a moment and shouted urgently into the phone, "Mr. Fu! No way! People from the military are in front of me. We are in big trouble!"
Fu Haoran on the other end of the phone didn't seem to hear his warning and asked, "Oh? What is the rank of the person in charge of the team on the other side?"
Cheng Beixiao was stunned for a moment, looked at the colonel in front of him, and stumbled back. "Yes----he's an army colonel."
"Oh, give him the phone."
The colonel frowned and took it. Just as he was about to speak, the voice on the other end of the phone came over first. "I am the founder of DYB and the chairman of Warhammer Arms Industry, Washington National Guard 102nd Independent Division, Fu Haoran."
This list of names immediately silenced the scene.
Aren't you an entrepreneur? Why do you still have a title?
Also, you are a Chinese, how did you become one?
Cheng Beixiao's face was ashen.
It's over, it's over, I can't run away. Is this collaboration with the enemy? Or treason?
The colonel calmed down and spoke in a deep voice, "You sailed military ships and military aircraft into our country's coastal waters without reporting it. This is suspected of violating international law and can easily lead to serious diplomatic disputes. Do you know the consequences?"
Fu Haoran laughed, and his tone lost the previous casualness and became a bit sharper. "Colonel, I am here with the official exhibitor qualification of the air show organizing committee to participate in the exhibition and do business, not to engage in military provocation."
"PoTian's technology and PoTian's cooperation opportunities are in front of you, but you insist on pushing people outside according to the rules. This is not following the rules, but losing the opportunity."
"Whether I am qualified or whether my ship can enter the port does not matter if you say it or not. It does not matter if I say it. Let someone who can make the decision come and talk to me."
Being scolded by Fu Haoran, the colonel fell silent.
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you. My fighter formation has completed preparations for takeoff and will land at Jinwan Airport in twenty minutes."
"You only have twenty minutes to consider whether you can afford the consequences if my fleet of aircraft cannot land."
"Can you, a colonel, handle it, or can you, Southern Theater Command, handle it?"
"Also, the port authority will handle the docking procedures for my ship immediately."
"My ship is a civilian ro-ro ship. The exhibition procedures are complete, the registration is complete, it is compliant and legal, and there is no reason to keep it outside the port."
"Before your superiors formally issue a written order prohibiting entry into the port, my ship must dock in accordance with the procedures."
"If there is a delay in participating in the exhibition, the air show organizing committee and domestic purchasers will be held responsible. Each and every one of you present will bear responsibility."
After saying that, Fu Haoran hung up the phone.
Fu Haoran has no intention of arguing with them about right or wrong. If you can't even bear this risk, then what's your contribution?
There is no love without reason in the world, and there is no good thing that can be taken by hand.
I brought the fifth-generation aircraft and electromagnetic ejection technology that Amerikan is proud of to my doorstep. Do you want to drive me out as an enemy?
Fu Haoran also gives the country a test to see if it is willing to take risks.
You know, you took a big risk to come here. If you don't succeed this time, it will be almost impossible to repeat this kind of operation next time.
Fu Haoran knows very well that now he can still use "no formal order has been received" as a prevarication. When Pentagon's official order is sent, things will only become more troublesome.
Fu Haoran's plan from the beginning was very clear. It was to become Amerikan's "frontier vassal town", a military-industrial oligarchy that holds real power and listens to propaganda but not to others.
It's just that before your wings are full, you still have to save some face for Pentagon.
"I've sent you a huge opportunity. If you can't take it, don't blame me. I'm not a living Bodhisattva."
The colonel held his cell phone, his face turning blue and white. The other party was so crazy, but his reason told him that he must report the situation.
"It's me. I want to speak to the chief. The current situation is special."
Soon, the colonel gave a brief and concise report on the situation, and then--
"Lu Zelin! Are you out of your mind? Or are you an Army fool?"
"What they are flying over is the fifth-generation F-22 fighter jet and the largest aircraft carrier in the world. They are all reported on Amerikan. Now there are people offering treasures. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that people will steal our things or that they will leak secrets?"
"You still have the nerve to ask for instructions?! Now! Immediately! Immediately! Do as he says!"
"If you let your distinguished guest escape, the Air Force and Navy will be the first to skin you alive without me taking action!"
The fact is, as the old chief knows, when the Air Force and Navy learned the news, they scolded them directly.
"Those idiots in the Army don't like us. When someone comes to give us a baby to visit and study, he actually wants to run him away. Don't let me know who is there, otherwise I will skin him!"
"Quickly, prepare the vehicle - no, prepare the aircraft, call all the experts, non-commissioned officers and people from the logistics team!"
Navy on the other side.
"What?! An aircraft carrier over 400 meters long, and electromagnetic catapult?!"
"What kind of big treasure is this?!"
"You said the Army wouldn't let them dock?!"
"Those idiots! They must be jealous that our military expenditure is higher than theirs, shake their position as the boss, and don't want us to apply for more military expenditure, so they resorted to such despicable methods!"
"Everyone, listen, rush over to me immediately and seal off the sea area. Don't let the big baby escape!"
"What? USS Ronald Reagan aircraft carriers are rushing here? Stop them! Don't let the fat in your mouth fly away!"
"Damn it, who the hell didn't report this news? How much time was wasted!"
One call after another came in.
Lu Zelin was scolded like a grandson, but the key was that he couldn't refute because of the person who called him.
Cheng Beixiao stood there, not daring to breathe.
Finally, Lu Zelin hung up the phone, looked at Cheng Beixiao in despair, worked hard for a long time, and then forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Comrade Cheng, it was all a misunderstanding. You can leave. All procedures are fine. We will arrange follow-up matters for you immediately. If you need anything, you can come to me at any time."
Cheng Beixiao breathed a sigh of relief. He did not dare to stay longer, grabbed his briefcase and rushed out of the port authority.
On the other side, Fu Haoran took out the encrypted communication and dialed the encrypted channel on the Great Fortune bridge.
"Raymond, plan ahead, let the F-22 come over."
Raymond said with some hesitation, "Sir, we have nearly a hundred F-22s parked on the deck. They ejected and took off at once, flew over half of Zhuhai city and landed at a civilian airport. Will this cause too much trouble?"
"Raymond, after I go back, those people in Congress will definitely label me as a collaborator."
"I am not a Amerikan person in the first place. In order to make money to support my family, I could only temporarily curb my sharpness."
Fu Haoran silently added in his heart: After all, Hive World's hole has to be filled with these arms money.
"But history tells us the fact that when everyone thinks you are the bad guy, you better be."
"So, get things done first, and then the rest will be easier to handle. How can you sell products without making big news?"
Raymond was silent for a few seconds.
He had been cautious and cautious in the United States military system all his life, but when he was kicked out by Congress and Pentagon as a scapegoat, and even his pension was almost withheld, he had long been holding back his anger.
Raymond took a deep breath and picked up the ship-wide radio. The voice restored the sophistication and calmness of the captain of the aircraft carrier Roosevelt: "Attention all ships! The carrier-based aircraft ejection program has started! The target is the Jinwan Airport runway in Zhuhai!"
As the order was issued, on the deck of Great Fortune, the wheel blocks of the four electromagnetic ejection tracks were raised simultaneously.
The first F-22 slowly slid into the ejection position, the wheel chocks locked the nose landing gear, the electromagnetic ejection rail began to charge, and the light blue halo slowly flowed on the rail.
All four arresting cables are in place, and the emergency recovery system is on standby throughout the entire process.
At the same time, the J-11B pilot responsible for monitoring Great Fortune suddenly shouted in the encrypted channel, "Command center! There is a situation! The deck fighters entered the ejection position! They are about to take off!"
In fact, there is no need for pilot notification.
Several Reuters, CNN, and Al Jazeera helicopters came after hearing the news. They had already paid a lot of money to rent gyro telephoto lenses and locked the Great Fortune deck.
The real-time pictures are transmitted back to the TV station through satellite links, and then synchronized to every corner of the world through online live broadcast.
The blue light on the ejection track is extremely bright.
The first F-22 was ejected suddenly. The moment the fuselage left the deck, the wheels retracted and the ejector reset instantly.
There was no steam, no fire and smoke, only a light blue Arc flashing on the guide rail. Then the second one slid into the ejection position, and the third one followed closely.
Four electromagnetic ejection tracks work alternately, and the ejection interval is compressed to a breathtaking 45 seconds.
One after another, the F-22s ejected from the deck, and the formation quickly formed over the giant ship, roaring away over the sea at low altitude in the direction of Zhuhai Airshow.
In the live broadcast, the commentator's voice was shaking. "God! It's an electromagnetic catapult! It's not a steam ejection! The four tracks operate synchronously! No faults! The ejection interval is less than one minute!"
"Ford-class's electromagnetic ejection, the fastest ejection interval is 90 seconds, and on average it will malfunction after less than 300 ejections!
The ejection efficiency of this ship is twice that of Ford-class!"
Military fans around the world who watched the live broadcast were instantly shocked.
Pentagon On the screen of the command center, real-time footage from foreign media was simultaneously played.
The intelligence analysts stared at the light blue Arc and the F-22s that took off continuously. The whole place was dead silent.
Especially when the camera swept across the hangar and the fighter planes inside were clearly visible, everyone's faces turned pale.
They know very well what this means.
Congress has spent tens of billions on the Ford-class electromagnetic catapult, which has suffered frequent malfunctions and has been unable to achieve full combat effectiveness. But in front of this private company's "amphibious assault ship", it is using more stable and efficient technology than the United States military to launch hundreds of F-22s into the sky like dumplings.
Jensen stood in front of the big screen, his knuckles clenched until they turned white, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
He looked at the continuous flow of fighter planes taking off in the picture, and there was only one thought left in his mind: this ship must not be allowed to dock!
He grabbed the walkie-talkie and screamed into the encrypted channel, "USS Ronald Reagan carrier-based aircraft formation obeys the order! Immediately dispatch two F/A-18E/F fighters and land on the target ship deck!"
"Control the bridge bridge! Force the ship to leave the South China Sea area! Never let it dock!"
"I will take all the responsibility!"
The United States military pilot on the other end of the channel was instantly confused.
"Sir?! That is a civilian-registered ship. There is no boarding authorization. Forcible boarding is an armed invasion!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Execute the order!" Jensen hung up the communication directly.