"Xiao Miao, look, I'll take you home in this car, don't lose your share."

A sleek new Maserati GT is parked in a rest area on the G6 motorway.

A man next to the car was showing off his new car with his girlfriend in his arms.

It took a lot of effort to persuade the parents to sponsor a huge amount of money, and resold their original Porsche for the first time, and bought such a pickle girl car.

Say what women would rather cry in the BMW car, that's of course, the BMW is so low-grade car, whoever sits in it will cry, today's girls are very realistic, as long as love doesn't want bread, the stupid girl has long been extinct.

The man sent his little girlfriend home on annual leave to visit relatives, and he also had the intention of showing off his family background, trying to make the future father-in-law look down on him.

His girlfriend's family is not a commoner, and she is also a small and powerful wealthy family in the local area, otherwise how could his parents agree to him to buy a good car again so coquettishly.

This pure white Maserati GT is parked in the parking space in the high-speed rest area, and the return rate is as high as 100%, and envious eyes can be seen everywhere.

"I don't know how to drive, anyway, I can run on four wheels, so I can get by." The little girlfriend glanced at the man, not at all disapproving, but secretly happy in her heart, she had secretly asked the little sister, and the little sister said that this car had to start at least 2 million.

Compared with the ordinary people, 2 million in China's first- and second-tier cities is not something that can be taken casually, and it can be worth a small house.

The little girlfriend didn't put this little pride on her face, pretending to be an iceberg, lest this guy who had to inch in an inch climb the pole. Men, they just can't be too accommodating. You have to drive a horse like a horse, swinging a pony whip a few more times to know how to work hard.

The man's eyes widened with excitement about his girlfriend's ignorance, as if he punched the air with all his strength, and said anxiously on the spot: "This is granturismo, it's Maserati, it's not Xiali, but I spent 2.5 million to buy a luxury full-match version." ”

"Two hundred and five? Hahaha!"

The price of buying a car was so joyful that his girlfriend couldn't help but laugh and rolled her eyes at the man again, showing her disdain. "If you have the ability, you can buy a plane. If anyone buys a plane, I'll marry him immediately. "Saying that, he raised his chin, man, you just can't spoil it, otherwise you will really get married." This guy can't cure him if he is completely exposed.

was so shocked by his girlfriend's words that his eyes were about to pop out, who was full to buy a plane, in order to dispel his girlfriend's abnormal thoughts, the man hurriedly said: "Buy a plane?" How is it possible, who will buy a plane and drive it, that is already not to be described as rich and powerful, that is" His voice suddenly weakened infinitely, and began to stutter incoherently.

"What's wrong? OMG!" The woman was wondering why her boyfriend was suddenly speechless, but she followed the direction of the man's raised finger. Screamed.

A camouflage-colored propeller plane swaggered along the highway and drove into the highway rest area as if no one was around, blinding all the staff, drivers and passengers in the rest area.

They are afraid that it is the first time in their lives that they have seen a plane drive into the rest area of the highway, and drive directly to the PetroChina gas station in the rest area. It's a little too good, isn't it?

"Xiaomiao, you. You're not really going to marry him, are you? The man looked like he was about to cry, and he couldn't believe his girlfriend's words to make fun of him.

Is this girl's words a curse? It's just what comes from what.

The sight of this plane, even if it was a propeller plane, still gave him the urge to turn around and smash his own Maserati.

Controlling the "Mustang" to approach a tanker, Lin Mo pushed the cockpit away, jumped off the plane, and passed by the PetroChina refueling workers who were staring at this behemoth like petrification, and directly dropped a sentence: "No. 97!" Fill it up!"

I pressed the remote control key in my hand, Didi! The sound of a car-like lock summoned the soul of the refueler back, and he stammered, "No. 9, 97? ”

Lin Mo's full-body covered individual soldier tactical armor really scared him.

"That's right, pour me two bottles of good detergent in, and I'll go to checkout." Lin Mo didn't look back, and walked into the small supermarket at the gas station.

"Yes, yes!" The refueler came back to his senses, looked at the fuel refueling port that automatically popped up on the fuselage, and it was the first time in his life that he refueled a fighter jet, which really flattered him, and quickly pulled out the No. 97 oil gun and walked to the plane.

When Lin Mo came out, the passengers and drivers in the rest area gathered around, picked up mobile phones and digital cameras, pointed at Lin Mo and the fighter jet, and began to shoot.

Lin Mo smiled, and did not stop their futile moves, whether it was the fighter or the "Dragon General", they had activated the anti-shooting function, they could only shoot black screens one by one, and nothing else could be captured.

This kind of digital shielding equipment is used in many important departments and institutions, and civilians are unaware that the small digital chips in their digital products are directly restrained.

Linmer directly closed the leaking auxiliary fuel tank, and the wing suspension point has a special locking valve, which can be closed manually or with a weak circuit, so that the fuel from the main fuel tank in the fuselage will not flow back.

Under the eyes of everyone, the "Mustang" once again drove out of the rest area and rushed directly onto the highway, quickly pulled up the nose of the plane, and rushed into the sky.

The straight section of any highway in China itself is responsible for the temporary take-off and landing of fighter jets, and in the event of war, any section of the highway may become an airfield.

As Limmer's "Mustang" lifted off again, the highway was cleared again, and soon after, countless legends circulated about the mysterious fighter appearing in the high-speed rest area, but no one could prove it with photos-

In the hangar of the air crew of the "Dark Night" special service group, standing next to the damaged "Mustang".

Lin Mo looked at the tactical tablet in his hand a little helplessly, his junior couldn't be completely repaired for a while, after returning to the base, when he re-examined it with professional equipment, he found that the actual damage to the body was more serious than he imagined, which also means that although his "Mustang" can still fly, it has lost its attack power, at least in a short period of time, it cannot recover its combat effectiveness.

The special service team in the next area patted its chest and promised that the cost of repairing the fighter plane would be reimbursed in full, as long as it was received with the invoice.

This is not a matter of money, Lin Mo ordered from several parts suppliers, but was told that there was no stock, what was sold to him before was still a sample spot, and if he wanted to re-produce, he was afraid that he would have to wait for the next batch, which must be supplied to the domestic propeller primary training aircraft before it could be produced together, otherwise the industrial production line would be hundreds of pieces, and it would not be possible to produce it alone for Lin Mo.

The most important thing is that the production capacity of these several aviation parts suppliers has been transferred to J-11 recently, and the relevant aviation supporting factories across the country are catching up with the orders of the Paris International Air Show.

This order is very important for domestic aviation industry production enterprises, fighter jets are not civilian products, can be produced at will, even if China's aerospace industry is still a planned economy, the state issued indicators, can be allowed to produce.

In other words, Lin Mo is self-inflicted, and this batch of orders in Paris is all promoted by Lin Mo himself.

Now those manufacturers don't have time to deal with Lin Mo's junior at all, unless the Ministry of Defense specifically gives Lin Mo a note, but that's impossible.

And borrowing spare parts from other air bases in the country is almost impossible.

Everyone knows that accessories are the life of a fighter jet, and the more accessories the better, and even the jet fighter that is distributed is almost a complete aircraft, and a third of the fuselage parts, including a set of brand new engines, must be added.

Asking for aircraft parts from others, unless it is voluntary, is absolutely no different from the hatred of taking a wife.

The Iranian Air Force is currently seriously lacking F-14 accessories, resulting in this excellent fighter now not much combat effectiveness at all, can only use the AWG-9 airborne radar to occasionally make a small AWACS flight, but compared with the original quantity, now almost few can take off.

Headache!~

That can only be honestly waited, it is best to buy it collectively from several air bases in China, but this is not something that Lin Mo, a small major pilot, can say.

Lin Mo has no way, many accessories are not all-metal materials, a large number of special composite materials with complex composition, even if the instinct of the gold dragon is against the sky, killing it can not fit a glass filament, for polymer plastics, nano carbon fiber, special ceramics, nylon and Kevlar and other non-metallic materials, gold coins can only do nothing.

Originally, I was expecting to take this "Mustang" to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger to meet more air knights in this world, and appreciate some fighter technology that has never been publicly equipped, but I didn't expect to be planted in the gutter in a small mission.

The damaged "Mustang" was wiped clean and covered with a layer of hard wax, so it could only be pushed back into the position and covered with a protective cover.

Now that it seemed that there was no hope to be counted on, Lin Mo could only sigh.

"Sigh what? Let's go, come with us to the Secret Service Brigade military competition, don't sulk here. ”

The thick arm of the air crew leader Lao Pan hooked Lin Mo's shoulder from behind and hugged him hard.

"What? Secret Service Brigade Military Competition? Lin Mo looked confused, he had never heard of this story at all.

"You don't know?" Old Pan was surprised.

Lin Mo shook his head.

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