In the command cabin of S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, the air pressure is so low that water can be squeezed out.
The chill in Nick Fury's one eye almost overflowed.
In the communication just hung up, Director S.P.E.A.R. Bureau Zheng Xian said that he had never seen the Quinjet fighter plane. He only found out that there were aircraft explosion wreckage in the high seas, and knew nothing about the rest.
"Director, how is the situation?" Hill said in a low voice.
Fury gritted his teeth and said, "That guy Zheng Xian insisted that he hadn't seen any enemy planes. He only found traces of explosions on the sea surface and a bunch of debris."
Hill frowned. "Is it impossible? They are near Canglan Naval Port, how could they be completely unaware?"
"Zheng Xian is pretending to be confused." Fury slapped the communicator on the console, "There's no way he doesn't know."
Hill frowned. "Then what should we do now?"
"Check." Fury's one eye flashed with fierceness, "Use all the intelligence networks in East Asia to find out the origin of the signal source. We must hurry up on this matter."
At the same time, on the eastern coast where Canglan Naval Port is located, a canning craze sweeping the country is fermenting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At first, everyone thought canned food was enough.
On the third day after the boarding quota was released, the major military regions directly transferred a large number of military cans from their combat readiness inventories, and the military port warehouses were piled full.
In the conference room, the leaders of the three armed forces patted their chests and assured the old leader that even if there were tens of thousands of people, let alone thousands, the canned food would definitely be enough.
Everyone feels that as long as they conduct a surprise scientific expedition for a few days and figure out the core technical framework, they can bring the data back to the rear for dismantling, and there is no need for a large number of people to stay for a long time.
But reality slapped everyone in the face.
The more people who board the ship, the more new technologies will be discovered.
Dismantling Leman Russ requires armored personnel, engine experts, and fire control engineers.
Research on Plasteel requires materials scientists and metallurgical experts.
Analyzing the Cogitator system requires top talents in microelectronics, computers, and bioengineering.
Even the basic circuitry of the spacecraft requires a new team of electronics professionals to follow up.
There are hundreds of people in one subdivision, and as the fields involved become wider and wider, the number of manpower required increases exponentially.
The old leader gritted his teeth and ordered, "Transfer people from all over the country. Scientific research institutes, military industrial enterprises, university laboratories, everyone who can be transferred."
The manpower has been mobilized, but there are not enough cans.
"How long will our cans last?" the army commander asked the logistics minister.
"At the current consumption rate, it will take at most half a month."
"Half a month?" the army commander exploded, "Half a month is enough for what!"
He picked up the phone and called the major canneries.
"Hey, Old Zhang, I've got all the cans from your factory this year."
"Mr. Wang, we have been friends for many years. These orders must be kept for me."
After making more than a dozen phone calls, the Army Commander's face became darker and darker.
Because he discovered that the navy and air force had actually taken action first!
The Navy directly increased prices by 50%, locking in all annual orders from major canneries in the South.
The Air Force was even more ruthless, contacting civil aviation and using transport planes to pull raw materials from the northeast to the south overnight, allowing the northern canneries to operate at full capacity to produce "special boarding rations."
A familiar boss looked embarrassed and said, "Lao Hua, it's not that we don't accept orders. The Navy and Air Force have already taken over all our production capacity. Now we work in three shifts 24 hours a day, and we really can't squeeze in any shipments."
The commander of the army was angry. "Do you really think our army has no wealth? Enterprises don't have it, we produce it ourselves!"
He directly mobilized the logistics and munitions factories and temporarily transformed the production lines.
The logistics department produces cans during the day and transports them at night. The production capacity and speed are no slower than those of private enterprises.
Three days later, the number of Army cans surged.
The Navy and Air Force discovered something was wrong and sent people to inquire. They found out that the Army actually opened its own production line?
"Damn it, the Army is going to rebel!" the Navy Commander said, "Contact the company with the Chinese prefix to help!"
"Contact the car companies and ask them to transform and help with production!"
"Not enough raw materials? Look around for unsold fruits and vegetables and make them into canned fruits! Anyway, Fu Haoran said, as long as they are canned!"
Suddenly, the country's production capacity was reached.
According to published data, the annual canned production of a large country accounts for 25% of the world's total, about 8.6 million tons, with a historical peak of 13.95 million tons.
But that's because the market only requires so much, not the limit of some industrial Cthulhu state.
Now the higher-ups have issued a fatal order requiring full production capacity!
In just one month, the country's monthly canned production soared to 10 million tons.
Fu Haoran looked at the data on System Panel and raised the corners of his mouth.
The money he "borrowed" from Stark came in handy, and all of it was subsidized to canneries and raw material purchasers.
Stark money is wasted if it is not used.
Anyway, Stark is not short of money, so just think of it as contributing to global food security.
It not only speeds up the collection of cans, but also sells the official a favor, which makes it more convenient to ask for more permissions in the future.
As for Stark, will it feel distressed?
Fu Haoran didn't take it to heart at all.
Just think that he sponsored Hive City to join Tithe.
Officials took a look and found that this guy can not only use interstellar technology for free, but also take advantage of this wave of opportunities to revitalize domestic unsaleable agricultural products and solve the problem of idle production capacity in food factories. It is simply killing two birds with one stone.
So what are you waiting for?
Not enough raw materials?
Purchase from Maozi.
Is there any precedent for canned grain?
Wouldn't it be nice to make the rice balls into cans?
Can't sell fruit?
The military vehicles directly pulled the convoy over and ran away with the fruits.
Called Asan's embassy in China: "I heard that your soft-shelled turtles and catfish are overflowing? Sell them to us at a cheaper price. The more, the better. We will send people to remove them."
Connected to the University of Macau: "Rabbits and kangaroos, as many as you need within this month. If they are overdue, you don't have enough manpower? We will send a transport ship to pick them up."
He even contacted Eagle Nation's Ministry of Commerce: "I know your beef hormones can't be released, so I don't care this time. We want them all, as much as we can ship within a month."
For a certain industrial Cthulhu, as long as there are enough raw materials, production capacity is never a problem.
All of a sudden, canned fruits, canned fish, canned meat, canned synthetic meat... truckloads were heading to Canglan Port.
However, before everyone could take a breath, the Academy of Sciences exploded again.
The academicians discovered new things on the spacecraft - in addition to technology, there were also various materials that Blue Star had never seen before.
Plasteel, Plastisteel, genetic enhancers, radiation protective coatings, cryogenic sleep chamber prototypes, unknown cosmic elements...
The Academy of Sciences submitted an application overnight. "We want to exchange cans for these supplies!"
The old chief was stunned. "Didn't you just apply for a batch of canned food?"
"Not enough!" The old academician slapped the table, "These things can make Blue Star technology leap over a hundred years!"
"Plasteel samples, genetic medicines, and cosmic elements, we must not let go of any of them! There are not enough cans, so we will take the lead in finding a food factory to produce them ourselves!"
The old chief rubbed his temples.
This is the third time that the canned food quota has been increased.
He waved his hand helplessly. "Okay, okay, as long as you can find cans, I support it in principle."
As a result, production capacity was once again stretched.
The production lines of major canneries operate 24 hours a day, with workers working in three shifts and machines running continuously.
Even companies that make snacks and beverages have temporarily modified their production lines and are operating at full capacity to make cans.
Three days later.
Canglan Naval Port On the dock, canned containers pile up like mountains.
The old chief stood in front of the window of the command room, looking at the containers stretching for several kilometers, and the corner of his mouth twitched:
"These people... did they move all the cans from across the country?"
The old chief was angry and laughing, but he did not object.
Top-notch technology that could not be purchased with hundreds of billions of dollars in the past can now be purchased in exchange for tens of thousands of tons of cans. This transaction is a profitable one.
Inside the bridge.
Lucifer stood in front of the porthole, his emerald eyes scanning the long stretches of containers on the dock.
"I didn't expect that these mortal civilizations would have such strong resource coordination capabilities." She said slowly, "To be able to twist scattered individuals into a rope within fifteen days and mobilize the industrial production capacity of the entire civilization to the extreme... It is beyond my expectations."
She turned to look at Fu Haoran: "As a governor, you have found an interesting partner."
Fu Haoran didn't reply. He stared at the constantly beating numbers on System Panel, his smile never stopping.
[Tithe gap: 100 million tons Premium Canned Food (112% completed)]
[Faction contribution: +8500]
[Current world line change rate: 57.3%]
[PS: You actually change the world in this way. Young man, where is your ambition? Where is your great cause? Be ashamed!]
He turned off the panel.
The grain gap of Hive City and the grain tax of the empire Tithe are all solved now.
The two-month period is coming to an end soon, and there are less than 15 days left before the end of Heavens War.
"It's time to go out and talk to Maozi about the last big deal."
Over Pacific Ocean.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier In the command module, Nick Fury stared at the image of the wreckage of the blown-up Quinjet fighter plane on the screen, his one eye filled with cold murderous intent.
Two Quinjet, both soaking in the sea.
The opponent only used one gunboat.
Four minutes, zero damage.
"Director." Hill opened the door and came in, "Security Council emergency meeting notice. Subversive alien technology has appeared over University of Tokyo. They require us to take action and never let the technology fall into the hands of University of Tokyo."
Fury stood up and looked out the window at the billowing clouds.
"Two things."
He turned around and looked at Hill: "First, let Black Widow lead the team to explore Canglan's intelligence. We must get clues to the alien technology behind the can."
"Second, contact Avengers, and all personnel will enter level one combat readiness. Once the weakness of the spacecraft is found, take action immediately."
Hill frowned. "Director, that is in University of Tokyo's territorial waters after all..."
"Security Council The bottom line is that interstellar technology must not be monopolized by Eastern powers." Fury interrupted her, "If we really get to that point, we will not hesitate to conflict with the opponent head-on."
For Fury, who had participated in the Vietnam War, he had never been afraid of war.
Fury paused and added, "In addition, find out all the intelligence and weaknesses of that battleship. I want to know where it comes from and where it is going."
"We must prepare for the worst and, if necessary, let the three aircraft carriers take off early."