blackstone code

Chapter 1131 Night Bombing
Within half an hour, a lawyer showed up with a check.

After signing a loan agreement, Wood received the 35 that Lynch gave him, not much and not much.

The money is enough for him to open his own gym in Bu Paine, and he knows very well that what he wants to do is to be an example and a trend.

The first person to do it will definitely make money. This is the experience he has accumulated in the past few years of "ups and downs in the business world". Violence has always been at the beginning, and then... gradually disappeared.

It's like the auction of second-hand goods. It is always the most profitable at the beginning, and it is almost impossible to make any money later.

The ghost trick Lynch played this time is actually not difficult to guess, which is why Wood is willing to get into it. He has seen through the whole gameplay.

In fact, what Lynch wants to do is to let people continue to spend 35 yuan to join his store, and then earn management fees!

Ten stores are 350 million, and one hundred stores are 500 million!

What is the total market value of Youermei?
Maybe 35 is a lot for one person, but here is Bu Paine, and the most important thing is those rich people.

Not one person, just two, three or even five.

For these wealthy people, it is not difficult at all to spend tens of thousands of dollars, and it is not even an important choice that needs to be considered!

And he believes that this matter is very marketable, and rich people will gradually shift their attention from enjoyment to health care.

Everyone wants to be very healthy, and the gym fits the needs of these people. It may not be able to help people get rid of diseases, but at least it can make people be as healthy as possible without diseases.

This is enough, and people who start to pursue a healthy life will not skimp on the money.

As for those who are stingy with the money, maybe their living realm has not reached this point.

Wood didn't know that these things he was thinking at this time all came from what the trainers said during his training process, he memorized them, and then became his own.

Soon Wood mentioned to Youermei the intention of joining, as the first franchise store of Youermei, there will naturally be very special treatment.

Except for Wood gaining a decent facade, aided by Lynch's influence, he was left alone.

All are provided by Youermei, including all kinds of fitness equipment, as well as decoration, publicity and so on. Even gold medal coaches have arranged for several to come.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and Wood also took over his wife and children. A brand new life seemed to be beckoning to him.

On such a warm afternoon, a truckload of top-secret materials was transported to the front-line airport. Under the escort and guard of some second-level field staff from the Blackstone Security Company, these items were loaded into the Qi-II bomber parked at the airport. The pilot They are also ready to take off at any time.

In fact, except for the two prototypes used to test data, the Qi-II is here, and the research institute does not intend to continue to produce a new batch of II bombers.

Because the prototype of Type III has come out, and most of the design drawings of Type IV have been completed.

Sometimes people have to admire the development and speed of technology. Two years ago, people might not have believed that airplanes could bring effective changes to warfare. They only believed in giant ships and cannons.

Just like now, the Type II aircraft has not been released for a long time, and the design drawings of the Type IV have to be completed, and even the Type III may become a "non-existing aircraft" in history in a decrypted program many years later .

Because those who study military history can never find any Type III bomber, but it has complete and abundant drawings, and each data is calculated in detail.

When all the cluster bombs were loaded, Blackstone Security's field staff had not left the airport, and they would not leave until these planes took off and dropped all the bombs and returned.

They also check the return airport to make sure no one has stashed a cluster bomb.

At four o'clock in the evening, Ryan, who had bandages on his head and bandages on his arms and legs, crawled slowly on the ground.

He is almost numb to pain now!
The ghost knows how he endured it, those wounds seemed to him as if they didn't exist, and he couldn't feel any pain.

He is advancing slowly. He needs to walk through a wall that has been blown down to the other side, and there are some counterattackers on the opposite side.

The intensity of the exchange of fire is becoming more and more disturbing. From the beginning, these people may have been hiding and shooting black guns. Now they have begun to concentrate their firepower to block the streets. Perhaps they feel uneasy because the federal advance is getting closer to the city center.

Or maybe they seemed to realize that they couldn't organize the Federals, so they changed their strategy.

But anyway, the war continues.

His lips were almost touching the ground. A few days ago, his shoulder was wounded by a bullet fired from behind. He raised his gun angrily and turned around, thinking that some comrades had overlooked the enemy's attack from behind.

He even had a hint of the idea that someone might have betrayed the company and was hitting his own people.

But when he turned around and saw nothing, he was hit by a ricochet.

It was damn luck, and it made him realize that damage can come not only from the front, but from other places, anywhere!

For example, chariots.

He saw with his own eyes that an enemy shot at the tank, a spark was hit on the turret, and then a companion who was some distance away from the tank was smashed in the head by a stray bullet.

But he didn't feel terrible, he just tried to protect himself, he was used to death and injury.

This was unimaginable in the past!
He finally moved to the other side and put the two flares in the supply bag he carried on the ground. The sniper looked at him inexplicably.

"You crawled over there just to give me two flares?"

The flares purchased by Blackstone Safety are all repainted shells. Grenades, fragmentation bombs, smoke bombs, flares, and special bombs are all painted with an easily recognizable appearance.

This is to prevent soldiers from picking up the wrong projectile in a hurry.

Ryan licked his chapped lips, "It's special, you know, it glows green, it is said that there will be special operations tonight, at nine o'clock in the evening."

"If you don't light this thing up at nine o'clock, chances are I won't see you tomorrow."

The sniper froze for a moment, then reacted, "Bombing?"

Ryan smiled weakly, "I think so too."

One was shot down in the last bombing, and half of Komoco Industries' plane fell down. This also made everyone realize that bombing is not without risks and costs.

Now the higher-ups require that the flares be lit at nine o'clock in the evening, and these people immediately understood.

Flares can not only distinguish them from the enemy, but also guide the bombers.

The sniper became slightly excited, "That's all right, if they bomb at night, they won't be able to see those planes, and they won't be able to cause damage to the planes!"

Ryan nodded and patted the supply bag, "I have conveyed the news, I still have a few places to go..."

He put on his helmet again while cursing, turned around and crawled back. He wanted to notify the snipers and soldiers nearby.

There was no way, the killed field workers were still within the acceptable range, but too many were injured, and even people like Ryan who had already returned to recuperate were sent up again.

After several days of data collection, basically everyone has a feeling that tank coordination is really helpful for offense!

With the addition of chariots, problems such as clearing buildings and breaking through defense lines have been extremely effectively solved.

But there are also many problems with the tank itself. For example, tires are a weakness. Almost all tanks have been found to be weak. The enemy mainly attacks its tires, and even arranged for the death squad to use bombs to blow up the wheels of the tank.

Except for a small number of tanks, most of the tanks have been parked in place, waiting for replacements in the rear.

In addition to this, the center of gravity of the chariot was not stable when overcoming some obstacles, and two chariots rolled over when overcoming obstacles.

There are actually quite a lot of small problems like this, but no matter how many problems there are, it cannot conceal its great value on the battlefield.

It is said that the manufacturers of these chariots have received information feedback and are stepping up their efforts to design second-generation or even third-generation chariots.

This battlefield...is getting more and more incomprehensible.

Ryan moved slowly while thinking this way.

When he was studying in the military academy, where had he heard of these things?

Perhaps the most advanced are all kinds of howitzers and cannons. Apart from these things, there is almost no new equipment.

But looking at the present, there are airplanes, chariots, and various gadgets. He sincerely feels the rapid development of military technology.

In my heart, there was a sense of crisis unnaturally.

The Union Army is still immersed in the trench and group charge fighting methods, and they have fallen behind the entire era.

He knew that people from the Ministry of National Defense had been paying attention to this war, but what was the use of paying attention?

The Federal Army paid attention to the entire World War I. Can it be said that the Federal Army has the strength of a world-class army?

Didn't he still wake up from a basin of cold water from the Mariro people?

Look, it's not the same thing as doing it, and I don't know when those old men will understand this truth.

All afternoon, Ryan had been transporting flares around. After delivering these items, he did not return to the rear, but stayed at the front.

He wanted to see what it was at nine o'clock in the evening.

I also want to see what is the difference between night bombing and day bombing, and whether there are any signs.

After all, if we can bomb other people at night, others can bomb us at night!

At 59:[-] in the evening, there was already a buzzing sound in the distant sky, and green flares were lifted into the sky.

Ryan hid in the shadows, raised his head, and tried his best to look at the sky, only seeing some vague shadows...

(End of this chapter)