South Korea Osan Air Base.
Kim Jeong-hun stood at the end of the runway, his tie was blown by the airflow of the propeller, but the smile on his face was brighter than the sun above his head.
On the tarmac not far away, twenty-four matte gray F-22 fighter jets were neatly arranged. The stealth coating glowed with metallic luster in the sun, making them look particularly majestic.
"Did you see it?" He patted the shoulder of the staff officer beside him, his voice trembling with excitement, "The most advanced fifth-generation aircraft in the world."
"Now it belongs to us, the Republic of Korea! Those rubes in the north are still using MiG-21, we already have F-22
Got it!"
"From today on, air control over the entire peninsula is completely in our hands!"
The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he began to draw a grand blueprint in his mind!
24 is just the first batch, and will be increased to 48 next month. By the end of the year, there will be two squadrons, coupled with early warning aircraft and tanker aircraft, they will be the air force second only to United States in the Asia-Pacific region.
When the time comes, let alone the north, even Japan will have to look at their faces.
"Secretary General!" A staff officer ran over, holding a telegram in his hand, "United States Forces Korea Command called, saying that Brigadier General McFarlane will be arriving soon and wants to inspect the installation status of our new fighter aircraft."
"Great!" Kim Jeong-hun immediately adjusted his tie and straightened his back, "United States must be here to praise us! Hurry, get ready to welcome us!"
An hour later, a C-17 Globemaster transport plane landed on the runway.
The door opened, and Brigadier General McFarlane came down with a group of armed soldiers and pilots, without any expression on his face.
Kim Jeong-hun walked up quickly, bent at ninety degrees, and stretched out his hands. "Mr. Brigadier General! Welcome! Our first batch of F-22s has just been installed and is preparing for its first flight drill----"
"Secretary Jin." McFarlane did not hold his hand and directly thrust a printed document into his arms. "According to United States Department of Defense Emergency Order No. 73, these F-22 variant fighters have been included in the joint operations sequence of the Indo-Pacific theater and are uniformly deployed by United States Forces Korea Command."
"To put it simply, we commandeered these aircraft."
Kim Jeong-hun's smile instantly froze on his face, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
"Requisition----requisition? What did you say? We bought it less than forty-eight hours ago! The full amount has already been sent to Warhammer Heavy Industries!"
"Don't worry, this is a normal joint arrangement between United States military and its allies." McFarlane patted his shoulder, his tone unquestionable.
"This batch of fighters will be deployed on the amphibious assault ship United States to evaluate the combat performance of the ship-based stealth fighters."
"This fully proves that your equipment level has reached the standard for joint operations with United States military. It is an important manifestation of the improvement of your country's national defense capabilities."
Kim Jeong-hun opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw the soldiers behind McFarlane, he swallowed back all his words and put a flattering smile on his face again, "Of course! Of course! It is our honor to contribute to Amerikan's Indo-Pacific strategy!"
"The fact that these fighters were selected by United States military is the greatest affirmation of the national defense strength of the Republic of Korea!"
He bowed deeply to McFarlane. The staff officers behind him looked at each other, and then also bent down.
When the United States military ground crew began to spray the United States military serial number on the fighter planes and tear off the unfinished Korean flag, a staff officer came to Kim Jeong-hun and said with a cry in his voice, "Secretary-in-Chief, we spent 1.7 billion U. S. dollars -- and it's just gone?"
"What nonsense!" Kim Jeong-hun glared at him, lowered his voice with a self-hypnotic firmness, "United States is protecting us! How can we maintain such an advanced fighter plane?"
"It's safest to leave it in the hands of United States! Besides, dad uses our plane, so he thinks highly of us!"
He paused and gritted his teeth. "Notify the Ministry of Finance that we will increase the next batch to 48 aircraft! This time we must negotiate in advance, even if we only let us fly once and shoot a promotional video before handing it over!"
The staff officer looked at his firm eyes and nodded silently.
After all, in the dictionary of the Republic of Korea, "filial piety" always comes first.
Japan Aomori Prefecture Misawa Air Base.
The hangar door is closed, and the lights are brightly lit inside.
Yamamoto Kazuhiko stood in front of an F-22 modification, with a fanatical light shining in his eyes.
Behind him stood more than twenty of Japan's top aerospace engineers, each holding surveying instruments and notebooks in their hands.
"Are you ready?" Yamamoto Kazuhiko lowered his voice, "First dismantle the engine compartment of the No. 2 machine, and work quickly! The RX-92 engine must be lifted out within three hours, and put on a special plane to fly directly to Tokyo!"
"After disassembling the avionics module, scan the entire machine immediately, make three copies of all data, and put the originals back without leaving any traces!"
"Hi!" The engineers all bowed their heads.
Yamamoto Kazuhiko took two steps back, looked at the Gray Wing fighter in front of him, and already had a full schedule for reverse engineering in his mind.
It takes three months to thoroughly understand the engine technology and half a year to rework the avionics system. Within a year, their next-generation self-developed fighter will be ready for the first time.
fly.
Prepare for a counterattack one day in the future.
After all, it is the tradition of Japan people for a son to stab his father in the back.
"Minister!" an adjutant ran in hurriedly, "United States military's C-17 has landed! Brigadier General McFarlane is coming with a group of soldiers!"
Yamamoto Kazuhiko's face instantly darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you panicking! Keep demolishing! I'll deal with them!"
As soon as he walked to the hangar door, he saw McFarlane walking over with the military police, holding a document exactly like South Korea.
"Minister Yamamoto." McFarlane handed him the document, "According to the United States Department of Defense order, these F-22 modified fighters will be transferred to Sasebo Base for shipboard adaptation and modification. The evaluation period will be three to six months, and all maintenance during this period will be the responsibility of the United States."
Yamamoto Kazuhiko did not bow immediately like Kim Jeong-hun. He took the document, glanced at it, and then looked up at McFarlane with cold eyes. "Mr. Brigadier General, we spent 1.8 billion U. S. dollars to purchase these fighters in full. The contract clearly states that the ownership belongs to the Japan Air Self-Defense Force."
"What does joint dispatch mean? We did not receive any advance notice, and this does not comply with the provisions of the US-Japan defense cooperation framework."
"Regulations? When do we need this kind of thing?" McFarlane sneered.
"In addition," McFarlane pointed to the hangar, "We received intelligence that unidentified technicians were trying to get close to the engine compartments of these fighters."
"We want to take these people away together for investigation. Minister Yamamoto won't have any objections, right?"
Before Yamamoto could speak, United States soldiers had already rushed into the hangar and surrounded the engineers holding wrenches and surveying instruments.
The dismantled equipment was sealed one by one, and the newly opened engine hood was re-locked.
Yamamoto Kazuhiko stood there, his nails deeply embedded in his palms.
After a long time, he slowly lowered his head and squeezed out one word through his teeth. "Hi."
After United States military left with the fighter planes and engineers, the adjutant came over and said in a trembling voice, "Minister, our plan----
"Shut up." Yamamoto Kazuhiko turned around and looked at the empty hangar, the anger in his eyes almost bursting out, "We admit it this time, but I will remember this account."
He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Sooner or later, we will get back everything we lost today with interest."
Turkey Ankara Air Force Base.
Jamil was holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking at the two lonely F-22 modifications in the hangar, with a determined smile on his face.
The dismantling team behind him was fully equipped with all kinds of surveying and mapping instruments, cutting machines, and cranes.
"Are you all ready?" Jamil blew out a smoke ring, "Remember, dismantle the engine of Unit 1 first, and be gentle! Every disassembled part must be numbered and photographed, and the three-dimensional scan must be accurate to microns!"
"Don't worry, chief engineer!" the leader of the disassembly team patted his chest, "When we dismantled the WS-1 rocket launcher, it only took one month to build the TR-300! Although the fifth-generation aircraft is more complicated, if you give us three months, there will be no problem!"
"Okay!" Jamil nodded with satisfaction, "When we develop our own RX-92, KAAN fighter will be in mass production! By then, we will be the first air force in the Middle East! We no longer have to look at the faces of United States and Europe!"
He waved his hand. "Start work!"
The leader of the disassembly team climbed onto the fighter jet with his men, picked up the wrench, and just unscrewed the first screw on the engine cover.
Suddenly, all the displays on the entire fighter jet lit up at the same time, and a line of dazzling red characters popped up:
[Unauthorized intrusion detected]
[Self-destruct program has started]
[Countdown: 60 seconds]
The hangar became silent for a moment.
Everyone froze in place, watching the numbers jumping on the screen, and the smiles on their faces disappeared without a trace.
Not long after, I heard a soft "sizzling" sound coming from inside, followed by a faint smell of burning.
There was no explosion, no fireball, just all the electronic equipment of the two fighters went out at the same time, and a plume of smoke came out of the engine compartment. 0
Jamil cautiously stuck his head out and looked into the hangar.
The two F-22 modifications that cost him 200 million US dollars to buy are now two piles of smoking scrap metal.
"My plane----my engine----" Jamil's voice was trembling. He took out his mobile phone, dialed the after-sales service number of Warhammer Heavy Industries, and yelled hysterically into the phone, "Your plane exploded! I want to return it! I want to claim compensation!"
Two hundred million US dollars! Not a penny less!"
An electronic customer service voice came from the other end of the phone. "Dear customer, thank you for calling the Warhammer Heavy Industries after-sales service center."
"According to paragraph 3 of Article 17 of the warranty terms, any unauthorized disassembly, modification, or reverse engineering operations are not covered by the warranty."
"If you need technical support, please send an email to---- I wish you a happy life and goodbye."
"Du----du----du----"
The phone was hung up.
Jamil stood there, looking at the mobile phone in his hand, then at the two piles of scrap metal in the hangar, and suddenly smashed the mobile phone on the ground.
The phone bounced twice on the concrete floor, and the screen cracked into a spider web.
"Bastard! Liar!" He cursed all the curse words he could think of in Turkic, then sat down on the ground and covered his face with his hands.
He originally thought that this time he could get the core technology of the fifth-generation aircraft with a little money, just like he did with the rocket launchers back then.
He didn't expect that Warhammer Heavy Industries had dug the hole long ago, not only hiding means to prevent disassembly, but also evading means embedded in the contract.
What made him even more desperate was that the person he was scolding was not someone else.
The fool is actually himself.
Warhammer Heavy Industries Headquarters.
Fu Haoran leaned on the office chair, looking at the sales report in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
As the secret agreement was reached, President Lanpu no longer acted as a stumbling block, and many countries that had originally hesitated placed orders one after another.
As for "father" taking away "son's" things, Fu Haoran won't mind his own business.
As for some countries wanting to dismantle their own aircraft for research, it's not impossible, but they're just too stingy to think about it.
"Boss, United States what are you going to do with the military?" Jimmy asked worriedly.
"Aren't you afraid that they will dismantle your plane for study?"
"What are you afraid of?" Fu Haoran spread his hands, "I wish they would tear it apart."
"The F119 engine of the original F-22 has a thrust-to-weight ratio of only 8.3, and it breaks down every day."
"Our RX-92 has a thrust-to-weight ratio of 10 and a lifespan of 8,000 hours. It is completely crushed in terms of numerical values."
"The more carefully they tear it apart, the more gaps they find."
"When the time comes, they will realize that it is better to buy it than to make it themselves, and it is better to have it manufactured by me than to buy it."
Seeing that things were almost arranged, Fu Haoran stood up and said, "Next, I will go back to University of Tokyo for a while to arrange the industrial park over there."
"United States The Messy Situation here is for you to look at. Remember, the production of fighter aircraft cannot be stopped. No matter who buys the aircraft, it will be paid in full and will not be credited."
"Especially from Asan's side, they must collect double the deposit first, and don't ship the goods if it's even a penny less."
"Don't worry, boss!" Jimmy immediately patted his chest and assured, "I promise, I won't sell them even one screw less!"
A few days later, Banyan City New Development Zone Industrial Park.
Old Zhou and Qin Zhengfeng stood at the gate, filled with emotions.
They have finally seen what it means to have money that can make the world go round.
Originally this was an unfinished project, but Warhammer Group invested a sum of money. In just half a month, the 5,000-acre industrial park has begun to take shape. The office building and Factory No. 1 have been topped out, and workers are working overtime to complete the interior decoration.
"It's so fast." Old Zhou sighed.
"Yeah." Qin Zhengfeng pushed up his reading glasses, "It's great to have money."
"What do you think Fu Haoran wants to do when he comes here this time?"
"Who knows, I heard that there are a lot of people poached, and there are also many fresh graduates. It doesn't look like they are just making a fuss--
Son."
Just as he was talking, one after another DYB SUVs drove into the park.
The rightful owner has arrived.