blackstone code

Chapter 877 Aircraft
"airplane!"

In the crowded conference room, Mr. Truman's voice seemed to be the only master. His fingers poked hard on the edge of the table, and the sound hit people's chests, making people feel an invisible force .

He repeated, "Lynch's plane!"

Then he began to explain, "The former management staff of the Blackstone security code sergeant told me that if they were in trouble, they could ask me for help. At first I didn't understand what I could do in this matter."

"But just now, when Mr. President said that we cannot conduct effective searches at sea, I suddenly thought of the problem to be solved."

"That's the plane!"

Mr. President was a little surprised. It turned out that I played a key role in this, and I actually reminded him what to do!
Immediately, he felt that Mr. Truman is really a trustworthy person, a person who is worth relying on, and a person who is worthy of...

Anyway, he is a good person.

"I won't introduce to you whether the planet under our feet is square or round. Aircraft can allow us to see a wider range from a higher position, and its technology is already mature."

"I heard that it can fly nearly a thousand kilometers with an extra fuel tank, which is enough to send back important information for us."

"And it is faster, without considering the influence of reefs and ocean currents on the speed. It is not only developed for detecting submarines, but also born for detection in various environments!"

The hands of Mr. President placed behind Mr. Truman's back were tightly clenched into fists, and now he can get through this fucking danger, which is great!
Of course, he didn't show it on his performance, but nodded calmly, which fits his image of "wise man" and "elder", although the former has nothing to do with him.

After solving a huge crisis, at least there is a great hope of solving this huge crisis, Mr. President's acting talent is reflected again.

Following the gap between Mr. Truman's words, he interjected to reflect his status and value, "Then we will now..."

Mr. Truman knows the president very well. If he didn’t know this person, he would not be this person’s aide. He knew what the president wanted and gave it to him immediately. “We should go to Lynch’s institute now and ask Ask them if the plane is ready."

Mr. President nodded with satisfaction and restraint, "Then ladies and gentlemen, what are we waiting for here?"

A boatload of rich men disappeared. Some people were staring at those rich men, some were staring at the police or the military, and some were staring at Mr. President.

When Mr. President came out with a large group of staff from the presidential palace, they subconsciously followed closely.

Not long after, they came to the research institute on the outskirts of Bupain, close to the security zone.

The chief engineer of the research institute has been waiting here for a long time. If the president's assistant hadn't called him, he wouldn't even know that Mr. Lynch disappeared with a boat.

At the same time, they also knew the purpose of their coming here.

"We met!" Mr. President shook hands with the chief engineer with a serious face. There were media reporters around him. At this time, he couldn't show that he was not nervous, which would bring him trouble.

He acted as if his father, who had been dead for many years, climbed out of the grave and boarded the boat, "Let's skip those meaningless pleasantries, is the plane ready?"

The chief engineer nodded nervously, and led Mr. President and a large group of people to the back of the research institute.

Behind the research institute is the factory, which has already started construction.

In fact, the technical difficulty of aircraft production is mainly in the engine, not in the fuselage.

For an all-aluminum body, as long as there are enough metal raw materials and then molded, it doesn’t matter if there are even some rough edges, which cannot be polished.

An airplane made of wood covered with sheepskin can fly into the sky. This kind of all-aluminum alloy airplane is already very good, almost perfect.

The real technical difficulty of the aircraft lies in the engine of the aircraft. So far, they have debugged the production line and run-in production at the same time. A total of six aircraft have been built. Including the first two test models, there are a total of eight aircraft.

"Too few!" The president was very disappointed after hearing that there were only eight sets. "Is there any way to speed up the production?"

If the emperor of Gefla asked their businessmen this question, even if those businessmen went bankrupt and borrowed money, they must complete the task.

But in the Commonwealth, the situation is different.

The chief engineer played a little smart, "We have no money."

Mr. President froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at Mr. Truman in a daze. He only believed in this man now.

Mr. Truman coughed lightly, "The Congress is still reviewing the budget, so there is no funding yet..."

pass!

Don't have money to build a festival?

"These bureaucracies!", Mr. President gritted his teeth and seemed to complain, which happened to be captured by those reporters who simply thought it would be a news.

Only Mr. Truman knows that the president is sharing the pressure on himself-it is not my fault that the plane cannot fly, it is the problem of the senators in Congress not appropriating funds, and I am not fully responsible.

On the other hand, it is also laying the groundwork for future political deals and compromises-look at the shitty things you did last time, I don’t need to trouble you, but do you have to express it?

Some people are born for a certain position!

He turned his head and faced those cameras directly, but what he really wanted to ask was indeed Mr. Truman, "I remember that as the president, I have the power to use my privilege to pass some budget proposals first, yes?"

The latter nodded, and he said, "Call them immediately to allocate funds. I want more planes to appear in the Western Ocean faster!"

What a conscientious Mr. President, his noble sentiments are amazing.

The two eyebrows of the chief engineer's smile slipped to both sides. In fact, this was his own idea. Lynch could still be short of this money. He was just worried that if Congress did not allocate funds, they would not be able to share dividends.

Lynch doesn’t buy his own stuff. He doesn’t get a cut of the plane he built and took away. You have to be wary of the capitalists, right?

With the guarantee of this appropriation, the chief engineer immediately promised to go all out to complete the engine manufacturing process.

At the same time, under the watchful eyes of the people, eight planes stopped on the airstrip one by one.

only……

"Will there be an accident?" Mr. President suddenly became a little worried when he saw several workers still processing the landing gear of an aircraft.

Mr. Truman comforted, "Don't worry, they won't use their lives to joke with us!"

Under the gaze of many media and camera lenses, the eight planes took off successfully amidst people's exclamation, and quickly headed to the west coast.

"Gentlemen, it only takes four hours for our plane to arrive at the military base on the west coast and begin the search for the missing ship."

"If it hadn't sunk, we'd definitely be able to find it..."

A group of reporters swarmed over, and they realized that this would be a plane that would change the world pattern.

The plane is no longer a suicide toy that cannot land after flying, it really wants to conquer the sky!

At this moment, Lynch, who was being speculated by the chief engineer whether he sank with the cruise ship, was watching the unexpected situation not far away.

Not everyone can hold their breath when they know they might be in big trouble, and now is not a good time to jump out and call it all out.

Just like now, a young man in his 20s with a tender face was standing on the second deck with a blushing face and loudly questioned the chief mate.

Unable to bear the dreadful pressure that was now put on, he set the matter straight, asking first to see the captain, and then to come to the second deck.

How can this be?

The situation on the ship is so complicated now, what if there is an assassin?

The captain has not appeared in public these days, just to avoid being assassinated-it sounds meaningless, but it is actually very valuable.

The benefits of assassinating the captain are very high.

The captain sent the first mate to solve the trouble, but the young man couldn't bear it any longer, and directly stated what he thought, and asked the first mate to let the ship dock immediately and let them disembark.

It's stupid.

Those older people who have not expressed any opinions until now are not because they are timid, but because they know it is stupid to do so.

First of all, it is very unrealistic to dock, not to mention whether the captain will dock, or which way to dock now has become a problem.

The captain can only roughly determine what range he is in on the chart, and he can't guarantee that his judgment is correct. The navigator has been discarded, and only the compass is used.

Who knows if these things have been tampered with by those lurking on the ship?
Secondly, the atmosphere on the ship is indeed very depressing now. If someone can take the initiative to jump out, it will become an outlet for people's emotions.

Seeing that idiot yelling at the first officer, and even walking up to slap the first officer, Lynch knew that this guy's life would not be easy.

The captain and every moment dare not offend all the rich men, but if offending one person can relieve others a little, it is obviously worth it.

The first mate kicked the young man in the stomach without hesitation, kicking him backwards and hitting the wall, before he fell heavily on the ground.

He was clutching his stomach, his face was pale, and his face showed pain, but the first officer walked over and kicked his head hard, so that he lay on the ground holding his head and crying, saying that he would never dare again.

The crew then dragged the young man away, and without giving him a chance to go back, dragged him to the third or even fourth deck.

Not long after, Lynch's exclusive manager appeared outside Lynch's cabin.
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①: Sacrifice Eight: A board game noun, offering sacrifices to the eight main gods requires enough sacrifices, and it is often used to describe the need for a lot.

(End of this chapter)