Chapter 1,371 Hurricane!

Next to the airport runway, a Slavic man and a black man stood together.

If placed elsewhere, this would definitely be a weird combination, but here it is normal. At least half of the buyers attending the Singapore International Defense Exhibition are dictators from third world countries, and more than half of these dictators have black skin color.

These black people hold most of the banknotes or IOUs in their hands, and they never skimp on weapons. Since the beginning of the anti-war exhibition, they have been eagerly looking for powerful sellers to pay for more convenient killing tools.

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

"I don't want the Mi-25. Since there is a more advanced Mi-29, why don't I choose the Mi-29? To be honest, I am more inclined to choose the Su-35 or T-50. If you are not willing to sell it to us, I may Will you consider them?" The black uncle with a coal-colored face pointed at the Chinese who were standing not far away looking here, looked at Chemezov and continued, "They are willing to sell Xiaolong to us, I am very satisfied. This name. And each plane is only sold for 20 million US dollars, and that person also told me that if we are willing to introduce their high-speed rail, he can make the decision and let Huaguo Bank give us a loan."

Chemezov cursed secretly in his heart, these Chinese people who are good at holding groups are really unkind.

Just sell a fighter jet, and bring in the people who build railways and open banks, how can you still play this game? However, this is how business is done. Even allies who are also on the Earth Defense Alliance side, no one can hold back on such a deal that can easily cost hundreds of millions. Whether you can get your order depends on your own ability.

After adjusting his mood, Chemezov coughed slightly and patiently persuaded the authoritarian warlord from Africa to change his mind.

"Your opponents are armed with AK rebels and terrorists. They are not Americans, let alone us Russians. What is the use of buying a Su-35? Put it in the hangar as a mascot? You also want to buy a T-50 ?Even if I sell it to you, who will you find to drive it home? Our MiG-25 is cheaper than their Xiaolong, and its ground attack capability is not bad! If you are willing to buy ten MiG-25, I can Let me sell you some T-64 tanks."

This is the maximum promise that Chemezov can make. If he remembers correctly, there are still dozens of T-64s waiting to be eliminated in the warehouse of the 58th Group Army. Although what he wants to sell more is anti-aircraft missiles, it is obviously impossible for these poor African countries to pay for his anti-aircraft missiles...

Perhaps because he thought what Chemezov said made sense, the black man rubbed his chin and thought about it, then reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Just when Chemezov and the African were arguing about how much the Mi-25s sitting in Russian hangars eating dust should be sold for,

Suddenly there was a commotion not far away. Chemezov stopped talking with the black warlord and looked across the crowd to the other end of the runway.

When he saw the plane clearly appearing on the runway, Chemezov's pupils suddenly contracted.

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

If he remembered correctly.

Its name should be Hurricane...

"Its name is Hurricane!" Standing on the other side of the airport runway, Mateo pointed his finger at the plane slowly parked in the center of the runway, as if he was commenting on a perfect work of art, high-spirited He explained to several customers gathered next to him, "It is just like its name, it can quickly hit a hurricane! It is the crystallization of our Finmeccanica Group's technology, and a total of two hundred companies have participated in it. Research. You may have noticed that there is no pilot in its cabin. Yes, it is a sixth-generation aircraft, a sixth-generation fighter aircraft completely controlled by artificial intelligence!"

It is integrated with air and ground. It can mount eight short- to medium-range air-to-air missiles at the bottom of the cabin to intercept enemy flying units, or it can mount various ground-attack missiles to perform ground support missions. An integrated server is built into the cabin, which can automatically identify enemy targets and carry out precise strikes. It can also perform tasks under satellite navigation. When encountering a missile lock, it can even automatically analyze various factors such as altitude, airflow speed, and distance between the enemy and the enemy, and automatically complete evasive maneuvers or release thermal decoys.

Mateo's guess was not wrong. When the Hurricane fighter slowly drove out of the hangar, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room. Especially when they learned that Finmeccanica Group had taken the lead in making a breakthrough in the sixth-generation fighter, almost everyone present turned their attention to this "Hurricane".

"Sixth generation fighter jet?!"

"It's unbelievable. I didn't expect that it was created by the Finmeccanica Group!"

"This, this doesn't make sense? Futureman Technology, a subsidiary of Futureman Group, leads the world in artificial intelligence technology. Futureman Military Industry has innate advantages in drone technology and intelligent technology. There is no reason for it to be robbed by Finmeccanica Group. In front."

"Perhaps they are too confident. After all, the combat performance of the Aurora-20 is already at the pinnacle of fifth-generation aircraft. If I were the president of Futureman Group, I would not invest too much capital in the sixth-generation aircraft with an uncertain future. . To develop small drones and improve the combat capabilities of the Star Ring Trade ground forces is a perfectly normal choice from their point of view... I can only say that it is a pity."

"Go and inquire with the representatives of Finmeccanica Group and ask them if this Hurricane is for sale. If so, as long as the price is not too outrageous, order ten of them for me first. If not, you can ask again. Ask them if they have any intention to sell other fighter jets..."

People at the scene were talking a lot.

The appearance of the Hurricane fighter instantly stole the spotlight. All fifth-generation and fourth-generation aircraft were eclipsed in front of it. An insurmountable gap lay between the two sides, bringing the air battle to a stage where there was no smell of blood but only The age of smoke.

"That... is a sixth-generation aircraft?" Hearing the discussion not far away, the black warlord opened and closed his mouth, turned around and looked back at Chemezov, and asked in an uncertain tone, "No Is it okay to be a driver too?”

"Should...yes." Chemezov nodded reluctantly and admitted.

"What generation is the MiG-25?" the black warlord then asked.

"Three generations..."

The black warlord suddenly showed a very angry expression, "Mr. Chemezov, I regard you as a friend, but you deceive me with this defective product! I said I only want the best! Now I am going to buy it. Even though I don’t understand that Hurricane very well, I can still tell that what you sold me is a pile of rubbish.”

"Then go and buy it!" Chemezov's nose was so angry that he pointed at the Hurricane and couldn't help but cursed, "If you can buy that thing, I will get the twenty MiG-25s for free. I’ll give it to you and write my name backwards from now on!”

Basking in everyone's gaze, Mateo raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at the future military industrial ear hangar, which was still closed, with a hint of teasing and provocation in his eyes.

He does not believe that the military industry will be able to come up with something more powerful in the future. Even the Aurora-20, which stands at the pinnacle of fifth-generation aircraft, will be eclipsed by the "Hurricane"...

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(Sorry, something happened yesterday. There is only one update this morning. I will make up for the third update tomorrow...)