Chapter 183: Big Aircraft Progress! I'll go with you, and history will declare me innocent!

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Lu Ze smiled slightly: "They will definitely be fine."

I had been fully prepared, so I was confident that I could ensure that the two of them would not be in too much danger.

However, he expressed his understanding of Lucy's concerns.

After all, this pair of "Crouching Dragon and Phoenix" had only organized a march in the Bay Area before, and did not involve the core interests of the "capitalists" at all, so they did not encounter too much danger.

At most, the security department would come and drive them away and prohibit them from entering certain areas.

But this time, Buhler and Parker marched directly to Wall Street in New York, setting up camp there to disrupt the order of "financial trade".

This involves the core interests of the "capital group" and may suffer severe retaliation at any time.

"I also believe that they will be able to recover from the crisis."

Lucy nodded obediently. As a kind-hearted girl, she always believed that good people will be rewarded.

Then, he picked up the mobile phone in his hand and continued to play some small games.

Looking at the scene in front of me.

Lu Ze was still thinking about the "critical" question just now, what did he need to copy!
"Why don't I go look for it in the C-level area?" he muttered to himself.

When he was strolling around the C-level area before, he found a lot of top-level industrial equipment stored there.

Such cutting-edge technologies as vapor deposition machines, heavy-duty gas turbines, etc., are also the technologies that Daxia is most in need of at present.

If you want to transform into a high-end manufacturing industry, this type of industrial equipment is also indispensable.

"Besides, these things won't be too expensive even if they are copied for the first time." Lu Ze touched his chin and pondered: "The previous Dragon Boring and Milling Ultra-Precision Machining Center only cost more than 10,000 achievement points."

Although these top-level industrial equipments have extremely high technological content, most of them are average in terms of scarcity and cost, so the achievement point rewards for copying are basically around 10,000 to 20,000 achievement points.

If it was before, Lu Ze would definitely not be able to "copy" this kind of thing, otherwise he would definitely suffer a "bloody loss".

If he simply copied a large transport plane or a warship, he might get a reward of 10,000 or 20,000 achievement points.

But now, if he uses achievement points for 'extra copying', then this type of 'industrial equipment' is one of the best choices.

Looking at Lucy who was already addicted to the gaming world.

Lu Ze blew a stream of warm air into her ear and whispered.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Lucy immediately shuddered, her eyes misted up, her face flushed red as she pushed him: "Go quickly, don't blow my ears."

Ever since Lu Ze discovered that her earlobe was a sensitive spot, Lucy found that this guy always blew her ears out of the blue.

After a while.

Lu Ze went to the C-level area alone. Looking at the familiar scenes around him, he walked along the path with ease.

He had been here more than once before and already knew where the various industrial equipment was stored, so there was no need for Lucy to lead the way.

'It seems that the National Day is coming soon, so I have to hurry up and prepare.'

As he walked, he thought to himself: "After the puppet comes back from New York, I can take my things and go back to Daxia to participate in the celebration."

Now the first week of September is almost over and it will be mid-September soon.

Daxia's National Day celebration will be on the first of next month, and the puppet will return to Daxia on the 20th.

I took a look at the warehouse item storage column and saw a wide variety of technological items.

[F22 fighter, F35-C fighter, 'Wasp-class amphibious assault ship'*2, 'Seawolf-class attack nuclear submarine'*2! 】

"When the time comes, let the puppet take these things over with you."

"It's a waste to keep it with me," Lu Ze murmured.

Even some of the extra things he copied using the 'borrowing permission' this month could also be given over at this opportunity.

Walking into the area where advanced industrial equipment was stored, Lu Ze sighed: "I hope Parker and Buhler are smarter."

'It was an unnecessary and painful price to pay.'

If they were just arrested, he could easily rescue them both with the help of the puppet's ability.

If these two young fools really go after the financial capitalists on Wall Street, they will not know how to adapt even when facing death.

These "capitalists" really don't mind having a few more unrecognizable bodies on the streets of New York, which are identified as "suicides".

No matter how powerful he is, he can't bring the dead back to life.

For this stuff, you have to find that guy Obito.

When Lu Ze was worried about this.

the other side.

New York, Wall Street.

This street, which is only ten meters wide and one mile long, is home to some of the world's richest people and is the undisputed 'financial heart' of the entire planet.

【When Wall Street sneezes, the global economy catches a cold.】

This word is so vivid and appropriate. This is the gathering place of financial groups that firmly control the arteries of the global economy.

And this moment.

Thousands of people were camping on this street, and the group even spread to Times Square.

This street, known as the "financial artery", seems to have turned into a slum at this moment.

There are tents everywhere on the street, and all kinds of propaganda slogans are posted everywhere.

However, this seemingly spectacular scene did not attract much attention from Wall Street, and could even be described as "contemptuous".

On the tall buildings on both sides.

The elites dressed in "bright and beautiful" clothes were holding red wine glasses and looking at the crowd below with joking eyes.

Some people even held small cocktail parties at this moment, and the accompaniment of various "orchestras" sounded in the sky.

It seems that the protests of these 'ordinary people' below are adding a touch of rich color to their 'party'.

This short distance of just a few dozen meters separates the richest and poorest groups of people in the world.

A glass of red wine in these people's hands is worth more than a year's hard work for the group of people below.

The fierce collision between luxury and poverty makes the whole picture extremely impactful.

Those standing upstairs are the top 0.001% of people in this world, while below are the 99.9% of ordinary people who are heavily in debt.

The slogans written by the following people are even more ridiculous to these elites.

'Is Wall Street responsible for the financial crisis?'

'1% and 99%!?'

'Rich people and common people need to pay the same taxes?'

Are you guys trying to turn the world upside down?
This is the United States, this is a country built by capital. Do you really think we can talk about equality?
At this time.

A small party was also taking place on the top floor of a financial building.

"Mr. Morgan, the New York General Office asked when we can start clearing the area?" A subordinate ran over and respectfully asked a middle-aged white man with a Western face and wearing a simple striped suit.

"Now." The man said briefly.

It's time to end this game.

He didn't have the time to waste with this group of people. Every minute wasted meant millions of dollars gone missing for Wall Street.

In an instant, when he issued this order.

Wall Street, a place that doesn’t seem too big.

Thousands of armed security guards rushed out, holding shields and batons. In the distance, there were also people with live ammunition, aiming their guns at the group of "helpless" civilians in front of them.

It seemed that as long as anyone dared to resist forcefully, these people would not mind shooting directly at some non-lethal parts.

Even if you are black, as long as you have a weapon that they feel is dangerous.

Then no matter whether you are making any harmful moves or not, they can immediately fire a warning shot.

"Start cleaning up these 'trespassing' lawless elements."

A pot-bellied white sheriff waved his hand while walking.

As the head of the New York General Administration, he knows who the real "Big Daddy" is.

The ones who received the most "aid funds" in their entire agency came from the rich and big financial groups like Wall Street, not from these guys living in civilian areas.

If you dare to cause trouble here, don't blame him for being heartless.

As this man gave orders, the whole scene suddenly became extremely bloody.

Protesters were forcibly arrested one by one, without considering whether they had engaged in any "illegal" activities. They were simply beaten with sticks until their heads were bleeding, forcing them to surrender.

Nearby, all the media were very tactful and turned off their cameras. They knew very well what to shoot and what not to shoot. No one wanted to be buried in a construction site the next day and not be discovered for decades.

"Who is your leader?"

"I don't know!" A propaganda cadre gritted his teeth. He could not betray his superiors no matter what.

It's just a life.

"Catch them, catch them all, and then I'll see if they confess or not!" said the big-bellied white sheriff with a sarcastic look on his face.

Where is this?
Aren’t they just a few thousand people? If the New York police can’t detain so many people, then they can put them in jail. If the jail can’t hold them any longer, then they can find a few construction sites to see who has the better mouth!
And this is still the case when they exercised restraint. If it had been the civil rights movement of the last century, they would have just taken up machine guns and fired away and put an end to it all.

At this time.

Buller and Parker, who had been standing in the distance, could no longer sit still after seeing this scene.

"Buler." Parker looked at his companions next to him: "We have to go over, otherwise these people will all be in danger."

If the situation continues like this, no one can predict what will happen next.
Bloodshed? I'm afraid the casualties will be quite tragic. Parker believes that these people are definitely capable of doing such a thing.

"I understand." Buller nodded: "But I can go over there."

He stopped the fat boy Parker next to him, with a firm look in his eyes: "You must live on, the flame of hope cannot be extinguished completely."

Even if I really have to sacrifice, sacrificing myself is enough.

But Parker can't do that. He is not the real leader of this organization, so he can continue to survive.

Even if I really die, at least I can leave behind a spark and hope to be carried forward among the Americans.

Buller walked to the front and looked at the white man who looked like a 'senior official' in front of him: "I am the leader of this organization, let them go!"

"They don't know anything. It's useless to arrest them. I'll just go with you."

Looking at Buhler in front of him and his iconic skin color.

"A black man?" The sheriff sneered, "As expected, black people always make trouble."

"I declare that you will be the main leader and organizer of this 'criminal action'."

Hearing this 'seemed' to be the final judgment.

Buller raised his lips slightly, smiled and shook his head: "History will prove everything. It will clearly record everyone's crimes."

"And I am innocent."

Hear this.

"Drop your weapon." The pot-bellied sheriff raised his pistol.

"I have no weapon!" Buller raised his hands skillfully.

Here in the United States, the first thing to do when facing security personnel is to raise your hands.

However, even though he had done so, he was still pressed hard to the ground, and felt a sharp pain in his neck, making it quite difficult for him to breathe.

The white sheriff pressed his knee hard on his neck.

"I've made it very clear, put down your weapons!" He raised a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.

This black man's weapon is obviously his ever-chattering mouth.

Whether you are guilty or not is decided by the men standing on the high wall, not by your own actions.

(A large paragraph was deleted due to review, just understand the general meaning.)
A few days passed slowly.

It has been more than a few days since Parker was arrested, but it is clear that the major media in the United States have turned a blind eye to this extremely "bloody" purge.

Yanjing.

Xiake Institute, inside the dean’s office.

The two old men were sitting at their desks, handling their daily affairs.

"Lao Zhang, Persia and Saudi Arabia are urging us to hurry up." Zheng Lixing glanced at the documents in his hand and then asked, "When can we deliver the first batch of 'Scorpion Long-Range Cargo Aircraft'?"

"How about asking Lao Li to expand a few more production lines? He should be able to produce at least several hundred or a thousand aircraft this month, right?"

He said depressedly.

The first batch of the 'unmanned long-range bomber' officially put into mass production by the 732 Military Factory needs to be delivered to Persia and Saudi Arabia, each with units, for a total of units.

This is still very scarce given the current production capacity.

According to the current production situation of the 732 Military Factory, only 10 "long-range unmanned bombers" can be produced every week, and it will take two months to produce of them.

You know, what is the biggest advantage of this 'long-range unmanned bomber'?
Although it is lagging behind conventional bombers in terms of load capacity, endurance, etc., its biggest advantage is its large quantity and sufficient supply.

But if even this cannot be guaranteed, then the role that can be played in the war will be much smaller.

Just like small drones, even though they are so powerful now, if armed groups in Gaza and Yemen can only get a few hundred small drones, how much threat can they pose?
These are things that achieve qualitative change through quantitative change. One hundred "Scorpion long-range unmanned bombers" are completely different from several thousand.

The former can only cause a small-scale destructive blow, while the latter can directly and instantly paralyze key targets in an area.

"I've already given the order." Zhang Yuli shook his head helplessly: "Besides, the technological content of this thing is not low. How can it be so easy?"

Who doesn't know that production capacity needs to be expanded? He is the most anxious one!
However, the technological content of this "Scorpion long-range unmanned bomber" is not low. Even if you want to expand its production capacity, it is not something that can be done with just a few clicks.

At this time.

Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang again.

When Zhang Yuli answered the phone, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face: "Okay, okay, I get it."

After a while.

"What's the news? Is there good news from Old Li?" Zheng Lixing immediately guessed, "Or has Old Song come up with something new?"

In his mind, he even wondered whether the Navy had made any breakthrough progress in the Seawolf-class attack nuclear submarines and had developed steel with performance comparable to that of HY-100.

"neither!"

Zhang Yuli couldn't help but smile: "It's our big plane, there has been a crucial progress!"

Hear this.

Zheng Lixing widened his eyes!

big aeroplane?
The only aircraft that can be called "big aircraft" are civil commercial aircraft, in addition to transport aircraft.

"Hiss, Daxia Shangfei has made this thing?" He immediately took a breath of cold air!
This is truly a 'treasure pot'. Can we conquer it this time?
This is too fast!

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