Chapter 466 Arrival!

Thinking about this, he sighed, his thumb tapping helplessly on the virtual keyboard of the screen, replying: "Almost there, almost there, it'll be ready soon."

After sending this message, he habitually stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

He stood up from his comfortable executive chair and walked out of the office.

Walking on the asphalt road of the factory area, the summer sun spilled onto his shoulders without any obstruction, bringing a hint of heat.

That reply just now.

It definitely had a hint of perfunctoriness, but it wasn't entirely perfunctory.

This wasn't entirely perfunctory.

After all, he had already drawn all the blueprints, and he was genuinely thinking that he needed to get this transformation wand made quickly.

This was his trump card for a comeback.

He had high hopes for this Ultraman Transformation Wand.

He had always counted on this thing to make a splash in the civilian children's toy market and completely capture the share of high-end children's toys.

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Furthermore.

The technology inside this thing, although the micro Swarm Drone, Holographic Projection, and Optical Stealth Coating were all downgraded versions of the technologies he had used before.

However, shrinking all these technologies and stuffing them into a plastic stick.

The technological complexity was at least much higher than that automatic painting bird repeller that could only draw on the ground.

Precisely because the technological complexity was high.

Therefore, the production process had to be much more cautious.

Not a single mistake could be made.

To mass-produce such a high-tech, intricate toy.

The existing assembly line couldn't meet the precision requirements at all, so it needed to be carefully modified.

Walking to the entrance of Workshop No. 1, he stopped.

He secretly told himself in his heart.

The fact that it wasn't ready yet was definitely not because that 30 million big order was more important, causing all production resources to be tilted towards it.

Is Li Jiajun the kind of person who only cares about money?

That's right.

Absolutely not!

On the other side.

After a period of time.

Middle East region.

In this land, shrouded in war and sandstorms all year round, the air produced distorted refractions due to the high temperature.

This batch of automatic painting bird repellers, which Hassan regarded as a lifesaver, finally arrived in this chaotic region.

To deceive people, these goods went through countless covert handovers.

Then they were relayed by various inconspicuous means of transport.

On a road filled with yellow sand.

A truck loaded with old tires slowly drove into a temporary checkpoint.

Local armed soldiers, holding rusty rifles, walked over lazily, preparing to search.

The driver, without changing his expression, handed over a roll of crumpled banknotes from the car window.

The soldier rubbed the thickness with his fingers, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he waved to let them pass.

And in the hidden compartment of this truck, several bird repellers bearing the Li Family Toy Factory logo lay quietly.

Every handover was conducted under the cover of night.

In the end, the vast majority of the goods were transported to a secret military base that did not exist on the map.

Surrounded by rolling sand dunes.

The huge hangar was buried deep underground, and no abnormalities could be seen from the sky at all.

...

Hassan stood in the center of the hangar, watching the white cardboard boxes being moved in one after another, his eyes sparkling.

However, during this long process of transportation, the situation was not as perfect as imagined.

They still lost a few machines.

The reason was simple.

Country A's air supremacy and satellite surveillance formed an airtight net.

Any large-scale material mobilization carried the risk of exposure.

Because for the sake of safety, this batch of bird repellers was broken down into parts and dispersed into their side.

More than a hundred machines were split into dozens of batches.

Some were hidden under the chassis of old trucks transporting agricultural products.

Some were mixed in the panniers of smugglers' camel caravans.

Or even packed in dilapidated vans.

Although this greatly increased the safety of transportation and avoided the risk of being wiped out by the enemy in one go.

However, Country A's radar and intelligence network were not just for show.

In this tightly monitored region, even the smallest abnormal signal could invite a strike.

Country A and Israel's intelligence personnel had long ago spread a network of eyes and ears across every village.

At a monitoring center far from the war zone.

Countless signal frequency bands flashed on the electronic screen.

Intelligence analysts in uniform typed rapidly on their keyboards.

They keenly captured some unusual vehicle dispatch information from the massive amount of communication data.

Those smuggling convoys that frequently changed routes quickly became high-value targets on the infrared imaging screen.

On the perilous transport route.

And a few routes were known in advance by Country A and Israel's intelligence departments.

Under the cover of night.

On a remote and rugged dirt road in a canyon.

An armed squad responsible for transporting a few machines was driving a mud-covered pickup truck, struggling forward.

The engine emitted a dull roar.

The truck bed was covered with a thick dustproof and waterproof tarpaulin.

The armed militant leading the team gripped his rifle tightly, vigilantly watching the movement on both sides of the road.

The terrain in this area was treacherous, with towering weathered rock walls on both sides.

Suddenly.

A piercing shriek of rotors tearing through the air came from the sky.

A blinding searchlight beam descended from the sky without warning, locking this lonely pickup truck directly in the center of the circle of light.

They were ambushed halfway.

Country A's special forces descended like gods.

Two armed helicopters hovered in mid-air.

The dense onboard machine gun fire instantly covered the road in front of the pickup truck, kicking up rows of towering dust pillars.

At the same time, several thick ropes were thrown down.

Fully armed special forces soldiers quickly rappelled down the ropes to the ground, forming a perimeter.

Tactical boots stepped on the mud, and the red laser dots from the gun muzzles scanned back and forth on the pickup truck's body.

The personnel responsible for the escort had no time to organize an effective counterattack.

Just as they wanted to reach for their weapons, they were directly suppressed by firepower.

Accompanied by deafening gunfire, the battle ended in a very short time.

The pickup truck's tires were shot out, and the body tilted into the road ditch.

Several special forces soldiers, holding assault rifles, stepped forward quickly to control the scene.

So, a few were lost.

These few straggler machines lay quietly in the tilted truck bed.

The leading Country A officer stepped forward and pried open the waterproof tarpaulin with the tactical dagger in his hand.

The beam of the high-intensity flashlight shone inside.

Revealing the packaging boxes inside.