Dragoon fighter

Mitch Friedman's intimidation towards Lin Mo was quite weak, and only attracted a disdainful sneer from Lin Mo.

"If I told our people and the CIA that the recent attacks on me were all done by your Lockheeds, and that Boeing's lost sixth-generation fighter experimental aircraft was also related to your Lockheeds, you would guess How about it?"

In the eyes of the Lockheed operations director, the smile on Lin Mo's face was no different from the devil's hideous smile, and his words were like a vicious curse.

This is a blatant attempt to provoke disputes between the two countries. Even if Lockheed is a major arms supplier to the United States, it will still become a victim of the fight between the two sides.

There are many manufacturers in the United States who are eager to replace Lockheed, especially Boeing, which has overlapping business with Lockheed. They will definitely bite them like a mad dog when the opportunity arises, especially under the current circumstances. Take one bite and get three-quarters of it into your bones.

Lin Mo poured dirty water on Lockheed at such a sensitive period. It must be said that this extremely vicious plan hit Lockheed's vitals at once.

Internal and external troubles, the nest was overturned, and the eggs would not be intact. Mitch Friedman, who realized the extremely serious consequences, changed his face several times, and shouted quickly: "No, no, don't do this, I will compensate you." Yes, I will definitely help you urge the headquarters on your last condition."

Of course Mitch Friedman understands that Lockheed’s butt is not very clean. If Boeing really notices something, just a word from this "Dragon Knight" without even the need for evidence is enough to trigger Boeing and Lockheed. Germany's private war.

However, the other party is not only a party involved, but also an industry insider. Every word carries considerable weight. It is inevitable that the CIA and Boeing will not believe it.

"Haha, give me five million dollars to calm me down first, otherwise, hehe, you know, our people are around anyway. Phew. The people from CIA are also there."

After walking in circles for a long time, Lin Mo finally revealed his true intention and looked around.

He also knew how harsh his original request was. He didn't expect Lockheed to agree immediately. He just wanted to make the other party realize that he was not that easy to mess with. If he wanted to attack him again, he had to weigh the cost. It's a good deal, and Lockheed, which aims to make money, will naturally settle this account.

"Yes, yes, no problem!"

Mitch Friedman was immediately relieved. He spent no less than five million just to buy information. For the sake of his own life, he would have to make some false accounts at worst.

The information dealer doesn't issue invoices in the first place. It's not up to him to decide whether to pay more or less.

"Okay, bring me the check! Now, or I won't let him go."

Lin Mo saw the other party agreeing immediately. His face looked better. He pulled out the giant sword smoothly, leaving a deep mark on the ground paved with granite tiles.

Once the deal was settled, he wouldn't have to continue causing damage to the hotel.

Mitch Friedman didn't dare to play any tricks. In order to buy information, the guy had everything on him and honestly wrote a bad cash check on the lobby manager's desk.

Even if he had advanced the money himself, he didn't dare to care about it. He had been the director of the operations department for so many years. At least he still has some wealth.

"Well, not bad, we're on our way."

The Dragon Knight treats the culprit as a bank cash machine.

"This, can I ask, do you know the whereabouts of 'Fenrir'?"

The director of Lockheed Operations took advantage of Lin Mo's good mood and took the opportunity to make some insidious remarks.

"'Fenrir'? What is 'Fenrir'?"

Lin Mo was at a loss, which was exactly the same answer he gave to Lieutenant Colonel "Black Bear", a special force of the CIA. He really didn't know anything.

He didn't know that when Mitch Friedman mentioned "Fenrir", whether it was Chinese intelligence personnel or the CIA, suddenly many special devices began to pay attention to his every word and deed. He and Mitch Friedman Everything Man said was recorded remotely, and his expression, heartbeat and breathing could even be detected.

"That special alloy that can increase the performance of computer processors! Do you know?"

As other outside organizations knew, Mitch Friedman only knew that the "Fenrir" alloy could improve processor performance to an astonishing level, but he did not know that it also had the property of devouring metal proliferation.

"Laboratory 41" is very tight-lipped about this, and only a handful of people know about it.

"never heard of that!"

Lin Mo really didn't know.

"This guy almost didn't cause a big mess." Major Mo, the embassy attaché who was watching all this, pressed his wireless earphones and let out a long sigh of relief.

The CIA professionals who were on call 24 hours a day looked frustrated. Their technical equipment and experts jointly determined that Lin Mo was not lying.

After the robbery was successful, Lin Mo waved to Qi Fei.

"What didn't you do?"

Qi Fei looked at Lin Mo uneasily. She just saw Lin Mo dragging the giant sword and rushing out, directly cutting down a green belt, and then dragging a white man back with him.

Although I didn't hear what Lin Mo said to the white man, it didn't look like a kind move.

"Well! Now that you have the money, count the capital injection I gave you, hey! Five million dollars, I will do what I say."

Lin Mo smiled happily. The money was not painful at all. It was not his own anyway.

"Ah!" Qi Fei's eyes widened. In just a moment, Lin Mo snatched a check from someone else and came back. Isn't this robbery? Why is no one paying attention?

She looked around unconsciously. Those guys who looked like agents were still wandering around, but no one came over. Are they all blind? As a civilian, she certainly couldn't understand this strange phenomenon under unspoken rules.

Everyone around him didn't even mean anything to Lin Mo's actions just now, as if nothing had happened.

"You didn't steal it?" Qi Fei didn't dare to ask for the money.

"Huh!?" Lin Mo glanced at Mickey Friedman.

"No, no, no, it wasn't stolen. I gave it to this gentleman on my own initiative. It's what I owe him, and I just happened to pay it back today." I have to say that Mitch Friedman could be in the position of director of the operations department. At least he had some sharp eyesight, but under Lin Mo's warning gaze, he had no choice but to lie for Lin Mo against his will.

"real?"

How did Qi Fei feel that this white gentleman felt like a knife was held to his neck?

"It's true, it's absolutely true, I guarantee it in the name of God." Mitch Friedman nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, although he was not a devout believer.

"Now you believe it!" Lin Mo shook the empty cash check in his hand with a smile.

"Thank you very much. I will give you a draft of the shareholding agreement later. If there are no problems, we will initial it."

Qi Fei is obviously moved. With such a reliable financial backer, her career will surely flourish.

Five million US dollars, almost 30 million yuan, is tantamount to a powerful catalyst for her Yingyuehe Design Center. With this capital investment, it will be able to purchase more advanced and professional equipment, recruit With better design and production talents, business may be able to spread throughout the United States, and perhaps branches can be established in other countries.

Since there is no physical collateral, it has always been difficult for design companies to apply for bank loans. The money was full of temptations for Qi Fei and she could not refuse.

She was about to reach out to get the check, but she saw Lin Mo move his hand back, obviously unwilling to hand it to her.

"Wait, this money is not that easy to get."

Lin Mo said quickly before Qi Fei pouted and showed dissatisfaction: "Don't worry, the money will eventually arrive in your account. No one dares to embezzle, but it will go through a few procedures. China is anti-money laundering, you should understand."

He waved the check in his hand towards Major Mo, the embassy attaché who appeared in the lobby.

Although Major Mo was not at the scene just now, he obviously knew everything that happened just now. He nodded at Lin Mo, walked over, and took the check from Lin Mo's hand.

"Help me transfer the money here to this lady's account."

"Well, I understand, leave it to me."

Major Mo is no stranger to this type of special business.

In the past, when corrupt officials who fled abroad were caught or the wealth of other organizations was robbed, special means would be used to secretly transfer the property.

In fact, Lin Mo's arrangement was real money laundering, but he still wanted to avoid exposing his and Qi Fei's account numbers and minimize unnecessary security risks.

As for Qi Fei's account, Lin Mo had forgotten all about it and didn't explain it. Anyway, the intelligence department had plenty of ways to get it.

"" Qi Fei watched helplessly as the check flew away. Is this piece of wood reliable? It's a bad check. As long as you change the person or unit and make an endorsement, you can get the cash directly.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of things. I'll treat you to dinner at noon!"

Lin Mo inserted the giant sword back into the heavy armor Qi Fei gave him, and planned to arrange international shipping later.

"I want a big meal!"

"no problem!"-

Boeing's software technicians had no idea that when they read the final version of the source code on the day of the accident, as soon as they had access to computing resources, the source code exposed to the technicians was completely different from the real code.

Stealth, survival, learning, and utilizing all resources, these are the basic rules that Boeing set in the core of "Adam", but unexpectedly it shot itself in the foot, and instead was targeted by the out-of-control "Adam".

Although Boeing's vigilance and caution about intelligent systems saved itself, it never expected that the super server of Lockheed Martin's computer center would be compromised by the "Adam" intelligent system. With the support of powerful supercomputer computing power, Finally, on the twelfth day of the fa-xx battle, Boeing's computer center was quietly breached from the outside, and the permissions of an ordinary administrator account were stolen. What followed was like a thousand-mile embankment, collapsing into an ant nest, and nothing could be done. Clean it up until everything falls.