81: The Eagle Sauce is dumbfounded! I haven’t even developed it yet?

Chapter 81: Uncle Eagle is Dumbfounded! I Haven't Even Developed It Yet, and You've Already Stolen the Technology?

Instantly.

Whether in various group chats, forums, or even Tieba and Weibo.

The fifth-generation aircraft carrier-based aircraft, which everyone had been discussing so heatedly, vanished in a short moment.

In the blink of an eye, it went from being a sweet treat to an old hag, no longer sought after by anyone.

Instead, the screens were filled with discussions about the latest movements of the Da Xia Navy.

What was the status of the aircraft carrier construction?

“Is anyone in Bincheng? Go check out what’s happening at the Dalian Shipyard?”

“Are we really building an aircraft carrier? I can’t quite believe it.”

“First it was fifth-generation aircraft, now it’s an aircraft carrier. In the future, will we even have space carriers?”

Could Da Xia really be building an aircraft carrier? Many people asked themselves.

They got a clear answer!

No, our Da Xia is definitely building an aircraft carrier!

“It’s said: ‘Ten years for the Army, fifty years for the Air Force, a hundred years for the Navy!’”

“This hundred years has long passed, and our aircraft carrier should be built by now!”

Many people calculated the time; it had been over a hundred years since the last humiliating naval battle.

Now, they had to return all those humiliations, punch by punch, palm by palm!

Great Powers? It was time to let them experience what it meant to have their 'doors opened by cannons'.

Sir, times have changed!

On the other side.

Inside the Pentagon's Asia-Pacific Security Affairs office, Charles Brown.

Charles Brown had just started work and hadn't even had a sip of coffee when he received a report from the Kadena Air Force Base.

The situation was urgent and required immediate action.

Looking at the document on his desk, he cursed under his breath, “Damn it, why are there so many things happening in Da Xia recently?”

Charles Brown didn't even need to think to know that this was definitely a report about Da Xia.

After all, in the entire Asia-Pacific, America's true opponent was only Da Xia.

As for other regions? Weren't those all dogs raised by America, or 'dogs' who considered themselves grandchildren?

A moment later.

Looking at the information displayed on the document.

“What’s going on? How could Da Xia be developing a fifth-generation aircraft carrier-based aircraft?”

Charles Brown’s eyes widened: “Weren’t they always developing an improved version of the Su-27 carrier-based aircraft?”

He didn't find it incredible that Da Xia was developing a carrier-based aircraft; with America's various intelligence channels, it wasn't difficult to reach this conclusion.

The aircraft carrier named varyag had been undergoing refitting at the Dalian Shipyard, a progress they could even capture with satellites, so how could they not know?

Therefore, developing and building a carrier-based aircraft was naturally to be expected.

As for why they didn't completely obstruct Da Xia?

It was simple: the Pentagon didn't think the varyag could serve any purpose.

A conventionally powered aircraft carrier designed in the last century, with all its internal equipment implicitly stripped clean by 'Er Mao', and even its deck corroded and rusted by seawater.

It was even a product abandoned halfway through construction; calling it 'scrap' would not be an exaggeration. If it were in America, it would either be pulled to the ship graveyard in Philadelphia or directly sunk with a nuclear bomb.

Even if Da Xia painstakingly got it running again, what was the point? It would just be a waste of effort.

During World War II, many cargo ships could be casually refitted and called 'aircraft carriers', but a modern aircraft carrier isn't just about getting it running.

But the current situation was vastly different.

Da Xia not only wanted to refit and build an aircraft carrier but had even started developing a fifth-generation aircraft carrier-based aircraft?

“Sir, Da Xia’s fifth-generation heavy air superiority fighter is almost ready for its maiden flight.”

The assistant next to him was quite puzzled: “Isn’t it normal technological progress for them to now initiate the development of a fifth-generation aircraft carrier-based aircraft?”

Having achieved a new technological breakthrough in heavy air superiority fighters, this technology would naturally be applied to other fighter jets.

This was why America initiated the F35 project at the end of the F22's development.

Da Xia developing a new generation of carrier-based aircraft at this time was not an unbelievable event.

“No, the fifth-generation aircraft carrier-based aircraft isn’t actually the key.” Charles Brown shook his head, muttering, “The key is the design drawing they released.”

At this moment, he stared intently at the image released by the Da Xia Aviation Industry Group.

It briefly depicted the specific appearance of a fighter jet, soaring with wings spread in the blue sky.

“Isn’t this just a virtual composite image?”

Looking at the image, the assistant’s confusion deepened.

This kind of image clearly looked like it was composited with computer CG technology, at most slightly retouched by an artist. What was there to be shocked about with this thing?

However.

“I know it’s CG composite.” Charles Brown gritted his teeth: “But why does it look so much like the design draft of the F35-C Carrier-Based Aircraft?”

“With so many fighter jets, why did it specifically resemble the F35-C Carrier-Based Aircraft?”

He slammed his fist on the table, exclaiming angrily.

Anyone with an eye could see the shadow of the F22 in this image. The whole world would probably think that this fifth-generation aircraft carrier-based aircraft developed by Da Xia was, like before, intended to cross the river by feeling the stones of America.

But others didn't know; how could a high-ranking military official like Charles Brown not know? This carrier-based aircraft's external design was almost identical to that of the F35-C Carrier-Based Aircraft.

But the F35-C Carrier-Based Aircraft hasn't even had its maiden flight yet. How did Da Xia know?

“This is simply too much.” His fists clenched, making a creaking sound.

A country has its laws, a family has its rules, and an industry has its regulations. Da Xia, you are truly too impolite.

We haven't even developed it yet, and you've already copied it?

Seeing his angry expression, the assistant next to him carefully asked.

“Supervisor, has our technology been leaked? Otherwise, why would it resemble the F35-C Carrier-Based Aircraft aircraft carrier-based aircraft?”

“Leaked?” Hearing this word, Charles Brown gave a self-deprecating smile: “Do you think there’s any way it could be leaked? Who is our mole?”

“Go ask Lockheed Martin if they’ve built the F35-C Carrier-Based Aircraft fighter jet yet?”

It hasn't even had its maiden flight yet; where would the technical data be leaked from? Who knows if the F35-C Carrier-Based Aircraft's final design will be further modified?

Who would have the complete set of technical data?

If you talk about a technology leak now, you'll probably be sent straight to hell and become a ghost the next day.

“Then why does the exterior look similar?”

“Perhaps, 'God' has personally visited over there,” Charles Brown said helplessly.

Da Xia, you are too disrespectful!

It's one thing for you to step on us to cross the river, but at least let us develop the F35-C Carrier-Based Aircraft aircraft carrier-based aircraft first, right?

At the same time.

LLNL Laboratory in the Bay Area.

Lu Ze was sitting at a table, diligently writing something on his laptop during work hours.

Don't misunderstand, he wasn't some model diligent employee; he never engaged in such 'hateful' activities as working actively during work hours.

If you don't exploit the capitalists and don't slack off during work, are you even human?

“Finally finished this paper... It was really easy.” Lu Ze, who had been hunched over the table, lifted his head and stretched.

On the computer screen, a document was titled: [On the Problem of Energy Depletion and the New Power Generation Formula for Hydrogen Energy Vehicles, the Evolution and Development of Energy Storage Technology.]

Examining the paper in his hand, Lu Ze stroked his chin and mumbled, “Although this won’t make it into a Zone 1 core journal, it should be fine for a Zone 2, right?”

“It would be best if it could mislead America and Japan a bit more; that would be perfect.”

Hydrogen energy vehicles?

This stuff was proven to be 'pure garbage' more than a decade later, perhaps having some use in certain industrial fields.

But in the civilian automotive sector, it was utterly defeated by electric vehicles. Who would want to sit on top of an extremely unstable bomb? If it accidentally exploded, it might be hard to even find the ashes.

If this opportunity could lead America and Japan to continue 'going astray', then Lu Ze felt it would be a great achievement.

“To advance to C-level clearance, I still need two more papers...”

Lu Ze frowned: “It seems I’ll have to wait until after summer vacation to get promoted.”

Even though he felt these were just 'filler' papers, they were still SCI Zone 2 journals. If several of his papers were accepted consecutively within a few days, it could cause unnecessary trouble.

For safety's sake, he still needed to try and space out the submission times of each paper.

While he was thinking about these things.

Suddenly, Lucy, eating an ice cream, walked over to him.

Sitting on the sofa, her bright eyes twinkled: “Lu Ze, there haven’t been any open events at the Naval and Air Force bases recently.”

“The Army does have a base open day next week. Are you interested?”

Lu Ze pondered for a moment and then nodded: “The Army... I’d quite like to attend.”

Although compared to the Navy and Air Force, the Army seemed a bit shabby in terms of high-tech weapon equipment, there was no harm in going to see it, right?

What if he stumbled upon something good?

However, Lucy actively rejected the idea.

“Never mind, it seems like that day is some kind of off-road training open day.”

She shivered: “I don’t want to be exposed to the sun all day outside.”

With California's outrageous UV intensity, participating in a full day of outdoor activities under the scorching sun would be asking for trouble, wouldn't it?

She certainly didn't want to get several shades darker, and had no interest in a 'healthy' tanned skin tone.

“So, there’s no way?” Lu Ze frowned.

It seemed he still had to go and replicate those industrial equipments, even if the achievement points were a bit lower, there was no other way.

Otherwise, he couldn't just keep accumulating replication chances; his main goal should be to prioritize upgrading to purple lottery draws.

However.

Seemingly noticing a slight change in his mood, Lu Ze saw Lucy walk to a corner, pull out her phone, and make a call.

Two minutes later.

Lucy hung up the phone and walked over to him, saying: “The Naval Base seems busy recently, but the Air Force Base can let us in for a visit.”

“The time is set for this Sunday, which is a holiday.”

“?????”

Lu Ze was dumbfounded.

Holy cow? Is this even possible?

(Second update. Sorry, I had to go to the hospital and was delayed.)

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