Qiu Zhengjun Engineering patted Lin Mo on the shoulder in the back seat and continued: "You are also very good at program development, you can also try to get an airborne AI system that surpasses the Americans to compete with this 'Adam'." ”

The airborne operating system used by the carrier-based aircraft J-15 officially installed in aircraft carriers in China is a new system developed by Lin Mo, and Shen Fei has only made certain upgrades and adjustments to the source code.

The price of 3 million yuan is completely for nothing for Shen Fei.

The high efficiency of Lin Mo's development program left an extremely deep impression on Qiu Gong and Shen Fei behind him, and he completed a nearly perfect on-board operating system in ten days, which is almost unimaginable.

If you change to a normal program development team, you can't finish the work in a year, and you need to spend a lot of energy to find hidden bugs.

"Well, I'll take the time to give it a try, but there are too many uncertainties in the AI program, and there are too many contradictions in the learning mechanism and the restriction rules, which is difficult to balance."

The development program is just the credit of Lin Mo to receive gold coins, and the on-board operating system that Lin Mo gave Shen Fei at the beginning is also completely the work of gold coins, and he only provides some references and requirements in terms of functions and applications.

This golden dragon has an unparalleled talent for computer hardware and software, even Lin Mo himself sighs to himself.

"Oh? Lin Mo, do you still do program development? ”

Professor Yan's eyes lit up, he didn't expect this apprentice to have such a hand, this is not simple.

There are not many pilots who can master multiple knowledge systems and can specialize, Lin Mo is already a double professional specialty, and he actually has the skill of programming, which makes him impressed as a teacher.

"Play by yourself!"

Lin Mo smiled shyly.

"No wonder you have such a strong confidence, you can do it single-handedly."

Professor Yan smiled contentedly, this closed disciple was simply born for aviation-

California, the city of Palmdale (Palmdale) near the city of Los Angeles, Lockheed's secret factory, the birthplace of the F-22 "Raptor": "Skunkworks".

Years. Day after day, the security is tight.

Lockheed. Martin's security guards are equipped with elite equipment that is not inferior to the Delta Special Forces, and a dense network of probes and sensors has been built into an airtight defense net, making it difficult for even a mosquito to get in.

This is where real flying insects are hard to get into.

A low-power pulsed laser in the corner automatically locks on to an insect that strays in, and only needs a faint ray of dim light to turn into fly ash.

Every night, especially in the summer, you can clearly see that the "skunk" factory will be surrounded by a circle of insect corpses.

Flies, mosquitoes, butterflies, and all kinds of small flying insects that cannot be named. It is even more difficult for ordinary reptiles to pass through the isolated power grid on the ground.

As a result, there has been almost no incident of anyone being bitten by mosquitoes in the entire factory area, and all employees do not need to take any insect prevention measures, and they can work shirtless and boldly, which is simply a paradise for people with insect phobia.

With a bird-repellent system and domesticated falcons on the roof, it is difficult for ordinary birds to approach, and it can be said that the "Skunk" factory is a real no-go zone. Neither living nor human constructs are inaccessible.

It is precisely because of this close protection that Lockheed has been able to develop one high-tech equipment after another with the help of its R&D base.

With the "Skunk" plant, Lockheed. Martin was able to develop all the US Navy's submarine-launched ballistic missiles, theater high-altitude area air defense systems, communications satellite systems, F-16, F-22 and F-35 (JSF) fighters, U-2 spy reconnaissance aircraft, SR-71 "Blackbird" strategic reconnaissance aircraft, C-5 "Galaxy" large military transport aircraft series and shore-based anti-submarine aircraft P-3 series, C-130 series military transport aircraft, military electronic systems, flight training auxiliary equipment, fire control systems and air traffic control equipment. It occupies one-third of the US Department of Defense's annual procurement budget, controls 40 percent of the world defense market, and covers almost all the production and launch business of US military satellites, becoming a world-class arms "giant."

The "Skunk" plant is five kilometers away. A seafood transport vehicle is quietly parked in an alley, with a small boat upside down on top of the container, the curved hull of the small boat covering the array of antennas protruding from the top of the container below, and the constantly rotating radome.

"At nine o'clock in the evening, I am a 'ghost bird', the system invasion has been completed, the western area has been untapped and the defense has been unlocked, and now the countdown has begun for fifteen minutes, and now the infrared reaction and life detection reaction in the factory have been transmitted."

Around the top of several high-rise buildings near the "Skunk" plant. In recent days, there have been some worn-out cardboard boxes. Strangely, even in the wind and rain, these worn-out cardboard boxes still stand still. All cartons have a common feature, a hole in the side towards the Skunk factory, and the sound of an electromagnetic motor constantly turning inside seems to be some kind of electronic device running.

"Here are the 'Flying Heads Man' and the 'Human Meat Sparrow', enter and get ready, now let's start acting!"

A faint light flashed in a corner of the factory, and a transparent ripple suddenly appeared in the air, slowly approaching the "Skunk" factory.

Nearby detection devices and sensors appear to be rendered useless, unresponsive to strange changes in the air.

Occasionally, this transparent ripple will reveal a few shadows, and it seems to be an optical camouflage cloth that can automatically change with the surrounding environment, especially when applied to the walls of buildings, almost seamlessly.

"'Flying Man' and 'Human Sparrow' have entered! Circumvention of two groups of patrolmen, now ready to disperse. ”

"'Ghost Bird' received, there are twelve minutes left in the system reset time, you have to hurry."

Like a flounder and a chameleon, a special optical camouflage cloth that showed the same pattern changed with the surrounding environment covered a vent, and a figure quickly opened the barrier net through the vent and quickly slipped into it.

The fence was soon restored to its original state.

"The 'human meat sparrow' entered the passage, and it is expected to arrive at the designated position in four minutes, and the equipment has not been lost, and the 'flying head' is looking at you."

"This is the 'Ghost Bird', pay attention, Target 1 has appeared, ready to operate as a stand-in!"

"'Flying Man' received, now start preparing."

The phantom in the air flickered quickly and disappeared in place.

"Clark. Bent! Do you still work overtime? ”

"Yes, old Bendy! Today I'm on the night shift. ”

A half-bald white man swiped his work permit at the gate of the "Skunk" factory, waved his hand to the doorman, and hurried to the interior of the factory with a document tape.

As he walked around the corner of a building, he shivered as if he had been struck by lightning, and he could faintly hear the scorching smell of ionized air, and his muscles stiffened and slowly fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he was covered by something and dragged into the nearby vegetation.

For a moment, one and Clark. Bent's identical-looking man stepped out of the corner of the building, looking down at his feet from time to time, as if his shoelaces had fallen apart for a moment, and he skillfully used this movement to keep his face in the shadows.

"Clark. Bent "hurried into an extremely tall building in the heart of the Skunk factory, as usual.

"Hey! Professor Clark!"

The security guard, who knew everyone who worked in the building, greeted everyone who came.

"Hmmm! Bank! Good evening!"

"Clark. Bent replied with his head down, as if thinking about something.

The security guard didn't notice that the real source of the other party's voice was not the mouth that pretended to move, but the high-fidelity horn hidden at the collar.

"Clark. Bent "didn't look at secrecy, didn't stop, and continued to walk towards the elevator, which led not only to the 24th floor upstairs, but also to the fourth floor underground, where another elevator led to the vast hidden space on the nearest 15 floors underground.

And it was Lockheed . The location of "Laboratory No. 41", the core of the "Skunk" factory of Martin Company.

The best hiding place is the best place to hide if it's deep underground, and the thick layers of soil, rock, surface steel, water, and concrete can shield all scanning devices.

At 9:21, just after the second hand crossed the top of the clock, the "Skunk" factory suddenly sounded an alarm bell.

Almost instantly, all the lights in the factory were turned on.

The security guards who were still resting screamed and rushed out with their guns, and the cars started up and quickly blocked the factory area at the first time according to the level of the alarm bell-

Due to insomnia, the elder Lockheed, who was still in the office approving documents, was alarmed by a rapid ringing of a telephone, one of the three telephones on the desk, a direct line used to report emergencies.

Hearing this unusual ringtone, his brow immediately furrowed, and he reached out to grab the phone.

'What?' Lab 41 'stolen! How so, idiot! You idiots, immediately block the whole of Palmdale, apply to the military for authorization to impose martial law within a radius of twenty kilometers on the outskirts of the city, and mark a no-fly zone over the city, we need the support of the military, even if it hurts the innocent, you must chase me back at all costs, and all the responsibility is borne by me. ”

The drowsy brain was suddenly swept away by this shocking news, and the old Lockheed's face turned dark red, and his face was bruised, and he roared loudly.

The unexpected birth of the "Fenrir" alloy made the current head of Lockheed, Flodo. Lockheed and the whole family have not been excited for long, and the phone call they just picked up seemed to be like a scoop of cold water that poured the old Lockheed from head to toe, and the bone-chilling cold air rushed from the soles of the feet to the heavenly spirit cover.

PS: Get the commuter pass!