Chapter 453 Genius! Absolutely a genius!

Inside the underground command center.

In Hassan's private office.

A military topographic map of the surrounding area hung on the thick blast-proof wall.

Several military communication radios were scattered on a tin cabinet to the side, their indicator lights blinking rhythmically.

The air was filled with a sense of oppression and anxiety.

Hassan's adjutant walked over carrying a steaming cup of coffee.

This black coffee had no sugar added; its bitter taste was just what was needed to refresh the mind.

When his gaze passed over the desk, he saw the leader, Hassan, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of him, motionless.

The adjutant's eyes widened in surprise.

He knew that in the adjutant's memory, this iron-blooded leader, who had experienced countless bloody battles, had always remained calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

Even when facing Country A's high-altitude bomber formations, he could calmly issue orders to hide and relocate.

But now, Hassan's bloodshot eyes were locked straight onto the screen, and even the rise and fall of his chest had become abnormally weak.

This state, as if he had been immobilized by a spell, made the adjutant's heart beat with unease.

Walking to the desk, the adjutant set down the coffee.

The bottom of the white porcelain cup struck the wooden tabletop with a crisp sound.

However, the other man remained in that dazed posture, not even blinking an eyelid.

Then, he called out a few times: "Leader?" "Leader!"

Only with the slightly raised volume did the other man snap out of it.

Hassan struggled to move his gaze away from the screen.

The adjutant was full of confusion.

Seeing the leader's expression of utter shock, he felt very puzzled.

Then, he asked the leader if something had happened.

Hassan turned his head.

He didn't answer immediately.

He took a deep breath, drawing a large amount of air smelling of damp earth into his lungs, trying to calm the violently beating heart in his chest.

Then, Hassan explained that he wanted to ask Factory Director Li for help regarding the joint formation bombing their airfield.

...

Hearing this, the adjutant's heart tightened.

He knew better than anyone about the strikes their air defense positions and hidden airfields had suffered over the past two days.

Suddenly, he looked at Hassan hurriedly.

A sense of anticipation surged in his heart as well.

Deep down, the adjutant was filled with a god-like reverence for that young factory director far away in the Eastern Country.

After all, whether it was the Swarm Drone that once swept across the Gobi, or the later Jia'an rocket launchers that countered electronic interference, they all came from that businessman's hands.

If he took action, perhaps he really could come up with some epoch-making large-caliber anti-aircraft guns, or a high-power jammer capable of shielding against satellite detection.

Hassan swallowed his saliva, moistening his dry throat.

He said in a somewhat dazed manner: "Then, the solution Factory Director Li provided is a toy that can automatically draw desired patterns."

This sentence echoed in the quiet office.

The air seemed to stagnate for a moment.

In fact, he had just been dazed because the solution Li Jiajun provided was actually such an automatic drawing toy.

However, at this moment, the adjutant was also somewhat stunned after hearing this.

His brows furrowed into a knot.

The look of anticipation on his face receded like a tide, replaced by a layer of thick despair.

A toy?

With everything burning and facing imminent doom, that magical factory director actually recommended a small plastic car that can draw on the ground to the leader?

Using something meant to amuse kindergarten children to fight against a fully armed joint Air Force formation?

This is simply the height of absurdity.

The adjutant was speechless.

He felt this was definitely because the information between the two parties was asymmetrical, causing that factory director far away in the Eastern Country to have no idea how terrifying the enemy they were facing was.

He sighed a long sigh.

Then, with a sense of helplessness, he said: "It seems this Factory Director Li isn't omnipotent either, but this is understandable, after all..."

He wanted to say that after all, the other party was just a toy factory director; facing a world-class bomber formation like that of Country A, how could he possibly come up with any weapons to counter them?

Asking a businessman to come up with a set of high-tech equipment capable of changing the disadvantage in air superiority in a short time was, in itself, asking for the impossible.

Although this disparity was despair-inducing, it was also within reason.

The adjutant shook his head, having already prepared for the worst.

However, before he could finish his words of regret, Hassan, who had been in a daze a second ago, suddenly had a blazing light erupt in his eyes.

That light burned with the shock of someone who had seen through the ultimate truth.

Hassan suddenly stood up from his chair like a spring.

Because the action of standing up was too violent, the solid wood chair behind him was knocked directly backward, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

He waved his arms wildly, dancing about.

The usually calm, seasoned, and poker-faced leader of the organization had completely lost his composure at this moment.

His voice trembled with excitement.

He shouted loudly: "Brilliant, simply brilliant!!!!!"

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This roaring sound echoed under the low ceiling of the command center, shaking the storm lantern hanging on the wall until it swayed.

Hassan slammed his hands onto the desk.

The joy of surviving a near-death experience made his face flush red.

"This Factory Director Li is simply a genius."

Looking at the leader's crazed appearance, the adjutant was completely dumbfounded: No, what is going on here?