I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1371: Hurricane!

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Next to the airport runway, a Slav was standing with a black man.

If it is placed elsewhere, this is definitely a weird combination, but it is normal here. At least half of the buyers attending the International Exhibition of New Countries are dictators from third-world countries, and most of these dictators have black skin tones.

Holding most of the bills or IOUs in their hands, these black people never skimp on their arms and feet. Since the beginning of the exhibition, they have been eagerly looking for powerful sellers to pay for more convenient killing tools.

There is no other race that will be more enthusiastic about slaughtering their fellow citizens than they are. In the eyes of arms dealers, they will always be the best customers.

"I do n’t want Mi-25, since there is a more advanced Mi-29, why do n’t I choose Mi-29? To be honest, I prefer to choose Su-35 or T-50, if you are not willing to sell us , I might consider them? "The coal-colored black uncle pointed to the Chinese people who were standing not far away looking at this side, watching Chemezov continued," They are willing to sell Xiaolong to us, I am very satisfied with the name. And each one is only sold for 20 million US dollars, and the person also told me that if we are willing to introduce their high-speed rail, he can take the initiative to let the Bank of China loan us. "

Chemezov scolded secretly in his heart, these Chinese who are good at holding groups are really too kind.

Even if you sell a fighter, bring the railway repairer and the banker. How can you still play this game? However, this is the way to do business. Even an ally who is also standing on the front line of the Earth Defense Alliance, no one can keep his hands on this kind of hundreds of millions of transactions. Whether or not you can get an order depends on your skills.

Adjusting his emotions, Chemezov coughed lightly and patiently persuaded the authoritarian warlord from Africa to change his mind.

"Your opponents are armed with AK rebels and terrorists, not Americans, nor are we Russians, what's the use of buying Su-35 back? Put it in the hangar as a mascot? You still have to buy T-50? Even if I sell it to you, who are you going to drive home? Our MiG-25 is cheaper than their owl dragon, and its ability to attack the ground is not bad! If you are willing to buy ten MiG-25 , I can sell some T-64 tanks to you. "

This is the maximum promise Chemezov can make. If he remembers correctly, there are dozens of T-64s waiting to be eliminated in the warehouse of the 58th Army. Although he wanted to sell air defense missiles, these poor African countries obviously could not pay for his air defense missiles ...

Perhaps it was reasonable to say that Chemezov said that the black man felt his chin for a moment and barely nodded his agreement.

When Chemetsov was arguing with the African man about how much money Mi-25, who was parked in the Russian hangar, should sell, there was a sudden commotion not far away. Chemezov stopped talking to the black warlord and looked across the crowd to the other end of the runway.

When seeing the plane that appeared on the runway, Chemezov ’s pupils contracted suddenly.

As the chairman of Diamond-Antai, he still knows some information. For example, the silver-white fighter with one wing in front of him appeared in a report prepared by the KGB that he had seen.

If he remembers correctly.

Its name should be called Hurricane ...

"It's name is Hurricane!" Standing on the other side of the airport runway, Matteo's finger pointed to the plane that was slowly parked in the middle of the runway, just like commenting on a perfect art The product was exquisitely explained to several customers gathered next to him, "It is just like its name, it is going to a hurricane quickly! It is the crystallization of our Finmeccanica Group technology, a total of 200 companies Participate in its research. You may have noticed that there is no pilot in its cabin. Yes, it is a sixth-generation aircraft, a sixth-generation fighter completely controlled by artificial intelligence! "

Earth-to-air-to-ground integration. Eight short- and medium-range air-to-air missiles can be mounted on the bottom of the cabin to intercept enemy flying units, or mount various ground-attack missiles to perform ground support tasks. The cabin has an integrated server, which can automatically identify enemy targets and carry out precise strikes, and can also perform tasks under satellite navigation. In the case of a missile lock, it can even automatically analyze many factors such as altitude, airflow speed, enemy-friend distance, etc. to automatically avoid maneuvers or release thermal decoys.

Mateo made no mistake, when the hurricane fighter slowly opened the hangar, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. Especially when it was learned that the Finmeccanica Group was the first to make a breakthrough on the sixth-generation fighter, almost everyone present turned their attention to this "hurricane".

"Sixth generation fighter?!"

"Unbelievable, it was unexpectedly created by Finmeccanica Group!"

"Well, this doesn't make sense? Futuristic Technology, a subsidiary of Futuristic Group, leads the world in artificial intelligence technology. Futuristic military industry has inherent advantages in drone technology and intelligent technology. Card Group is ahead. "

"Maybe they are too confident. After all, the combat performance of the Aurora-20 has already stood at the peak of the fifth-generation machine. Instead, I am the president of the Future Human Group. I am afraid that it will not be poured on the unpredictable sixth-generation machine. Too much capital. To develop small drones and enhance the combat capabilities of the Star Ring trade ground forces, from their point of view, it is a normal choice ... it can only be said that it is a pity. "

"You go and ask the representative of Finmeccanica Group and ask them if this hurricane sells, if it sells, as long as the price is not too outrageous, order me ten first. If not, You ask again if they have any intention to sell other fighters ... "

There was a lot of talk at the scene.

The debut of the hurricane fighter immediately grabbed the limelight of the audience. All fifth-generation and fourth-generation aircraft were eclipsed in front of it. The insurmountable gap between the two sides brought the air combat to no blood. Weier only has the era of smoke.

"That ... is a sixth-generation machine?" Hearing the discussion not far away, the black warlord opened his mouth and turned back to look at Chemezov, asking in an uncertain tone , "Also without a driver?"

"Should be ... yes." Chemezov nodded reluctantly, admitting.

"How many generations of MiG-25?" the black warlord asked.

"Three generations ..."

The black warlord suddenly showed a very angry expression, "Mr. Chemezov, I treat you as a friend, but you lie to me with this defective product! I said I only want the best! Now I I ’m going to buy that hurricane. Although I do n’t understand it, I can still hear it. You sold me a pile of garbage. "

"Then you buy it quickly!" Chemezov's nose was crooked, pointing at the hurricane, he could not help but scold, "If you can buy that thing, those twenty MiGs- 25 I will give you free, in the future my name will be written backwards! "

Bathing the eyes of everyone, Matteo's mouth slightly raised, looking at the still-closed futuristic military ear hangar, with a hint of joking and provocative in his eyes.

He does n’t think that the future military industry can come up with even more powerful things, even if it stands at the peak of the fifth generation machine, the Aurora-20, it will be overshadowed by the hurricane ...

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(Sorry, something happened yesterday, only one change this morning. Three changes tomorrow ...)