104: The first flight was a success! It's time to submit a science report to Daxia.

Chapter 104: First Flight a Success! Time to Deliver Technology to Da Xia! Operation Commences!

“Occupy Wall Street!”

This massive cry seemed to drown out everything in this town of less than tens of thousands.

“Let’s go.” Buller waved his hand, walking at the forefront of the crowd.

Parker, meanwhile, waved a flag emblazoned with several of their slogans.

[Capitalists have taken everything from us!]

[The rich only pay 1% in taxes, while we ordinary people pay exorbitant fines.]

[We are the 99%, and the 99% oppose the 1%!]

They would depart from this fountain square, planning to march around the entire Livermore, eventually returning to the square to set up camp.

The entire plan, as Buller and Parker envisioned it, would last three or four days.

Eventually, when more than five hundred people had joined the march organization, they would lead the group to San Francisco, marching and speaking along the way to expand their influence.

Then it would be one city after another, hiking all the way to Washington, New York's Wall Street, until this movement could sweep across the entire Eagle Nation.

Looking at the hundred-strong procession behind him, Buller tilted his head back, gazing at the azure sky.

He murmured to himself, ‘That strange uncle, though I don’t know what your ultimate goal is…’

‘But I believe this is the right thing to do. Eagle Nation cannot continue to rush headlong in the wrong direction.’

That uncle had told him to change this small town, and the knowledge they had gained from books told them that the root of the problem lay in the confusion of the common people.

Just as the rich could legally avoid taxes through various means, some even earning hundreds of millions of usd yet only paying a few thousand usd in taxes.

Because they had the best tax teams, intimately familiar with every loophole.

An ordinary person at the bottom, however, was powerless to browse tax regulations that were three times thicker than a dictionary, spanning thousands of pages, and had to spend thousands of usd each year to get help filing taxes; if they missed a tax payment, they would face huge fines.

Why was this?

Was it to conceal the behind-the-scenes unspoken rules of the upper-class Capitalist from most ordinary people through extremely complex taxation?

Similarly, this unspoken rule applied to every aspect of Eagle Nation society, making ordinary people numb, turning them into puppets under the command of Capitalist.

The chubby Parker also muttered indignantly to himself: “‘Democracy and freedom’ have long been mere empty words.”

‘We need true freedom and democracy; even ordinary people should have equal rights.’

‘What is the purpose of a country that does not belong to ordinary people?’

He used to live in a daze, but now this thought was becoming increasingly firm.

What difference was there between Eagle Nation now and medieval Europe? Only that the overt royal church had been replaced by financial consortiums and large corporations.

The so-called elections were merely about what their backers wanted; whether the candidates were supported by Wall Street or the military-industrial complex determined whose mouthpiece they would become.

Even the blood ordinary people received in hospitals might have been bought cheaply from 'AIDS' patients and sold to them at high prices; Capitalist would disregard the lives of the common people for profit.

This was also what the hundred people in the entire protest march were thinking.

Just then.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared at the front of the protest march.

A white man in his fifties, dressed in a clean and tidy casual suit, stood in front of Buller.

He was followed by several people in dark blue uniforms, bearing the 'Livermore City' emblem on their shoulders, and fully armed at their waists.

They clearly looked like trouble.

Before Buller could speak, the chubby Parker impatiently interjected, “Mr. Smith, our march does not violate any regulations.”

“The march venues are all public places, we have not entered any private areas, we have not made any noise exceeding the critical value, and we have not engaged in any excessive behavior.”

“Therefore, you cannot stop us.”

This middle-aged white man in front of them was the highest 'Judicial Enforcement Officer' of Livermore on the surface.

Upon hearing this.

“Although your march has not caused any trouble,” Smith said expressionlessly, looking at these two 'fleas' who were causing him minor inconveniences, “However, your protest march has not been approved by Livermore, and you have maliciously occupied public facilities.”

“Therefore, this is an illegal organized march.”

“We clearly sent it several days ago... it was you...”

Parker’s words were cut off by Smith: “But I haven’t received your application form, have I?”

“Come with us.”

Even if you submitted an application, what then? As long as he didn't approve it, you were still considered to be organizing an illegal march.

As for how to get approval? That depended on what you were protesting. Ordinary protests about 'vegetarianism', 'racism', 'LGBT', etc., would naturally be legal protests.

But daring to criticize the Wall Street financial consortiums and the entire Capitalist class of society? That was illegal; if allowed, they would have been dragged out and executed long ago!

“Parker, that’s enough.” Buller stopped Parker from continuing to explain, and calmly said, “I am the main leader of this march, I will go with you.”

Being thrown into prison was actually something he had anticipated.

Originally, in Buller's plan, his arrest would amplify the impact of this action several times over.

He just hadn't expected the Capitalist of Eagle Nation to react so swiftly, intervening directly before he could stir up too much trouble.

The local Capitalist of Eagle Nation were truly impolite.

The books said this wasn't how you played!

At this moment.

At the 611 Institute's test flight field, everyone's eyes were fixed on the fighter jet in the sky.

Hundreds of R&D team members and Song Qinyi stared intently at the sky, murmuring, “We will definitely succeed.”

“Da Xia has waited so many years, all for this moment!”

After all, simply taking off didn't mean anything; for all the functions on the fighter jet to work normally without any malfunctions was the true meaning of a 'first flight'.

Takeoff only represented the beginning of success, while completing all test and inspection phases and landing safely represented the successful conclusion of this first flight.

Above a thousand meters.

Song Jianfei suppressed his wildly beating heart.

[Engine running normally, no resonance detected.]

[Flight attitude normal, no deviation in fuselage attitude during subsonic flight.]

[Fuel consumption normal. All components free from mechanical failure.]

[In-cabin avionics and instruments working normally.]

[...]

One after another, data points were transmitted from his mouth to the ground control tower.

[J-20 requests to enter supersonic cruise status.]

[Tower received, flight path clear, no anomalies in airspace.]

[Received.]

Hearing the instructions from the control tower.

Song Jianfei tensed his body, gripping the throttle control stick tightly, pushing it to the 85% position. Any further than this position...

Supersonic cruise, as the name suggests, means maintaining a long-term supersonic state without engaging the afterburner.

‘Fly for me… Don’t mess up now.’

He stared intently at the speed on the speedometer.

Entering supersonic.

a, 1.0 Ma, until a roar came, and a beautiful 'mushroom cloud' bloomed on the tail of the J-20.

This meant that the J-20 had successfully entered supersonic status.

‘Not enough.’

Song Jianfei was oblivious to the current G-force, continuing to push the throttle to 100%.

Instantly.

The speed, which was originally around 1.05 Ma, suddenly began to surge again.

1.3 Ma, 1.4 Ma.

A huge roar echoed throughout the test flight field, until it finally sustained 1.5 Ma for ten minutes.

After the flight test was declared complete.

This landing could be described as a textbook maneuver; after all, as a top-grade Air Force pilot, feathering the throttle for landing was a piece of cake.

Let alone in good weather with tower guidance, even for a blind emergency landing, Song Jianfei had a 95% certainty of landing steadily.

As expected, the J-20's landing gear braked steadily on the airport runway.

Song Jianfei had just climbed out of the fighter jet, before anyone could react.

Song Qinyi rushed over, slapping him hard on the back, his face filled with joy: “You rascal, you flew well, truly worthy of being a descendant of our Old Song family!”

“You, boy, were born to be a pilot.”

At this moment.

His voice choked with emotion, he roared, “I declare the J-20’s first flight a success.”

Instantly, the entire test flight field erupted in cheers.

“We succeeded!”

“From now on, Da Xia finally has a fifth-generation fighter jet!”

“Did you see it? We did it!”

At this moment, hundreds of R&D team members, regardless of gender, age, or seniority, were all choked up with emotion.

It could be said that the past century of humiliation was the Air Force's history of blood and tears.

These battles had left an indelible shadow in the hearts of all Da Xia people.

Without an Air Force, they could only watch enemies bomb their doorstep, powerless.

Without excellent fighter jets, pilots could only fly old fighter jets, desperately sacrificing their lives to achieve mutual destruction with the enemy.

Others arrogantly patrolled your border, and you could only watch them slip away.

But now.

Da Xia also possessed a fifth-generation fighter jet, and they could finally hold their heads high and declare:

“NO, go to hell!”

“This is our Da Xia's airspace, get out!!”

Although the J-20's maiden test flight was declared a success.

Nevertheless, even such celebratory news.

But at this critical juncture, it seemed to have been deliberately concealed, with no publicity, no sign of any promotional work, and even the peripheral 'wall-climbing parties' were dispersed this time, not allowed to photograph the scene.

Even if someone accidentally captured photos of the first flight, they would be secretly downplayed.

Even in the various military fan forums, there was no news circulating about the 'J-20' having successfully completed its initial first flight.

All the R&D personnel at the 611 Institute simply celebrated excitedly for a while, then hastily prepared for the next test flight operation.

This first flight was merely to verify whether the J-20 possessed the flight capabilities of a fifth-generation aircraft, and even the supersonic cruise only briefly reached 1.5 Mach, not the maximum speed tested under full afterburner thrust.

Clearly, Da Xia was waiting for news from the 'Mysterious Organization'.

This surprise still needed to be saved for the very last moment.

This first flight was like charging up before unleashing a big move; it was waiting for that final moment of bloom.

Two days later.

After staying in Lu Family Village for two or three days, Lu Ze took Lucy to tourist attractions in Northwest Province.

After all, he had promised earlier to take her to see giant pandas and some historical sites in Da Xia.

The two couldn't possibly stay in the impoverished mountainous area of Lu Family Village forever; otherwise, Lucy's trip to Da Xia would have been in vain.

Lu Ze's plan was to take Lucy sightseeing for a week, then return to Lu Family Village for two or three days before heading back to Eagle Nation at the end of the holiday.

The first stop was Jincheng, the capital of Northwest Province.

It was also the only zoo in Northwest Province with pandas.

However, while waiting in line to see the pandas, Lucy asked Lu Ze a question he couldn't quite answer: “Why don’t they sell ramen here?”

“Isn’t this your specialty food?”

In Chinese restaurants in Eagle Nation, she often ordered Lanzhou ramen from Northwest Province.

But upon arriving in Northwest Province, she found that they didn't sell ramen at all? This was too strange.

“Northwest Province doesn’t have ramen,” Lu Ze said with a black line across his face, “We only have beef noodles here.”

“But… isn’t it just ramen?”

Listening to Lucy’s innocent words, Lu Ze pinched her cheek: “You’d better not mention ramen in Northwest, you might get scolded.”

This was like telling someone from Guangnan Province to add ketchup to rice noodle rolls, or dipping white-cut chicken in chili sauce—an absolute invitation for a beating.

After an hour of long queueing, the two finally caught a glimpse of the giant panda.

“Lu Ze, I want to see it again.”

Lucy pouted: “I only saw its back. This is really a loss.”

It was so hard to come to Da Xia to see a giant panda, and she only saw its mighty back?

She didn't even have a single frontal picture in her camera, let alone a photo with the panda.

If she returned like this, she would regret it for a long time.

“You go, I’ll hold your things for you.” Lu Ze reached out and took Lucy’s backpack.

It wasn’t that he wasn't interested in giant pandas, but he had seen them many times at the zoo when he was studying in Yanjing before, so he wasn't as curious as Lucy.

Watching the graceful figure preparing to queue up again to see the giant panda.

Lu Ze thought of another, more important matter for this trip.

‘According to the travel itinerary, Lucy and I will arrive near Yumen Pass in three days.’

He silently planned in his mind.

The geographical environment around Yumen Pass was extremely complex; any random wilderness spot would be ten miles without a soul, and more remote areas could even be described as uninhabited.

This location was where he envisioned the technology items would be best placed.

‘It seems it’s time to inform Da Xia,’ Lu Ze thought.

Thinking of this.

He projected the email backend onto the light screen of his eyeball and quickly sent an email.

[Members of our organization have arrived in Da Xia.]

[Please be prepared, Da Xia. We will conduct the handover with Da Xia within the next few days.]

[For the specific location, please await further notification.]

(First update.)