A week later.

Ron and a group of them all looked excited when they looked at the huge body in the factory.

Except for Ron, the rest of the people didn't expect it.

They were able to assemble a large transport plane in a week.

You know, when they started assembling it, they didn't even have an interior design.

It's nothing short of a miracle.

At the same time, it is also one of the most bizarre operations in the history of aviation.

"I'm going to take a test flight today, do you want to come up?" Ron touched the matte black, unreflected body and asked the crowd.

"Won't you do ground tests?" Andre asked, confused.

"It's been tested." Ron put down the hand that was touching the body and spoke.

A group of people had question marks all over their heads.

When was it tested?

How they don't know.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Don't worry, when have I ever done something I'm not sure about."

Ron said confidently.

He had just checked and all the equipment was fine, and there was no problem at all.

Pull it out now, and you can go to heaven.

As for the question of flying a plane.

It's simpler.

For him, flying a plane is like playing a game.

After all, as a steam mechanic, don't you even know how to use the machinery and equipment you make, that's not a joke.

"Let's go to heaven and experience it together." Andrei stepped aboard the transport plane.

Everyone else followed.

Isn't it just a test flight?

What a big deal.

They had been with Ron for so long, and they hadn't learned anything else, but they had learned to be reckless.

Ron: They got into the cockpit.

As it is a private jet, there is no barrier between the cockpit and the transport compartment behind it.

A group of them, all carrying chairs, sat at the back of Ron in the cockpit.

There is only one driving position.

Ron wasn't going to have a co-pilot, only he could use the plane, and no one else could use it at all.

"Andrey, you guys check the communications and radar to see if the equipment is normal."

Ron sat down and said to Andre.

He didn't check the electronics just now.

The supernatural power will directly malfunction these devices, and it will be fun then.

Although the plane was able to fly as usual.

But without a navigation system, the devil knows where to fly.

"Okay, leave it to us." After Andrei finished speaking, he took everyone to test the equipment.

These devices are installed by them, and the wires are plugged in by them, of course they understand how to do it.

Soon.

All the equipment was inspected and in good condition without any issues.

Ron closes the hatch and calls the agents outside the factory to open the door.

Click......

The huge iron door opens.

A black beast slowly drove out of the factory.

"First...... Sir, this plane is ...... You made it? ”

The agents were stunned.

Don't look at them working as security guards in the factory every day, they have also seen the model of this transport plane before.

But the model is a model, and compared to a real transport aircraft, it is not a level at all.

And so long has it been.

A real transport plane drove out of the factory.

"Don't do this or that, you guys hurry up and drive that tanker truck over."

"Yes, sir."

When the agent heard Ron's words, he could only do so.

Tanker trucks drove up.

The agents drove the tanker truck, and under the command of Andrei, drove the car into the inside of the transport plane.

Thanks to the powerful thrust of the engine.

The space inside the transport aircraft is also very large, let alone one tanker, even if two more are installed, there is no problem.

"You fix the tanker truck, and when you get off the flight, don't get off the hook."

"Don't worry, this problem has been taken into account for a long time when it was designed, not to mention tank trucks, even if it is a tank, don't want to decouple."

The agent next to him heard the conversation between the two, and everyone was numb.

"Sir, you said you were going to take off later?"

"That's right, it's all built, how do you know where there is a problem with the plane if you don't fly it.

Alright, there's nothing to do here, you can go down. ”

After driving the agent down, Ron closed the hatch.

After André and the others returned to the cockpit, sat down and fastened their seatbelts, Ron piloted the plane and headed for the road in front of the factory gate.

Everyone on the plane, seeing the agents holding mobile phones below and waving wildly, also waved their hands in a friendly manner.

Actually, the agents weren't greeting them.

But......

"Stop, stop!"

"Did they stop?" An inquiring voice came over the phone.

"No, the plane has already left the factory and is driving onto the road." The agent replied helplessly.

"Shit, get close to the 6952nd Air Base and tell them not to take the plane down."

A phone call from an agent sent the upper echelons of the Security Committee to a surprise.

But none of this has anything to do with Ron.

The plane pulled into the road and followed the yellow dotted line in the middle.

The road is not connected to any other place, and naturally there is no one.

He also buried something under the road.

"It's not long enough."

Andrei looked at the road that was only two kilometers long, and said a little worriedly.

He was confident in the transport plane he had designed, but he was not confident in Ron's piloting skills.

Plus this is the first flight.

The runway is as short as that.

It all feels a little dangerous.

"Don't worry, I've got something for me."

Ron didn't take the runway seriously at all.

When he flew the plane into the yellow circle of the road, the front wheels were aligned in one position and the brakes were applied precisely.

After the transport plane stopped.

A hook pops up on the ground and snaps right on the nose wheel landing gear.

"What sound?"

"Ejection hook."

？？？

Andrei looked confused.

Is there a steam catapult on this dirt road?

"Guys, are you ready?" Ron asked, glancing over at the crowd.

"No problem."

"Ready."

Before a bewildered André could ask his question, Ron turned off the brakes, pushed the throttle valve, and controlled the steam to start.

Rumble!

Powerful engine thrust.

Powered by a special steam catapult device.

Let the large plane weighing more than 60 tons take off directly after taxiing a short distance of 100 meters.

"Ulla!"

The strong feeling of pushing back made a group of engineers feel cool and began to yell.

Ron also felt refreshed.

To make it a little more exciting, he pulls the joystick directly.

Almost pulled the joystick into his arms.

Suddenly, the nose of the transport plane was directly raised, almost at a right angle of ninety degrees, and climbed towards the sky.

Pull onions on dry land!

Causing thrust is so capricious.

That's when Ron's phone rang.

He pulls the joystick in one hand and pulls out the phone in the other.

It turned out that Galiyev called.

He picked up the phone.

"Hey...... Is there something wrong? I'm busy here. Ron spoke.

"You went to heaven?" Galiyev asked directly.

"yes, I'm flying a plane."

Ron answered the phone and pushed the joystick with one hand, allowing the transport plane to slowly resume level flight.

"You can fly a plane?" Galiyev was surprised.

"No, it won't."

“？？？”

As soon as Ron said this, not only Galiev on the other end of the phone was silent.

Even a group of engineers in the cockpit fell silent.

Just now they were still blushing and shouting Ullah there.

Now their faces are whiter than the other, and two of them are busy in a cold sweat.

"Ron, don't be kidding, this is not the time to joke."

"I'm not kidding, I really haven't learned to fly an airplane, but I can still fly a plane that I built myself."

Ron was telling the truth, you asked him to fly another plane, and it crashed right away.

But this transport plane, he is definitely better than those ace pilots who flew it.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now, you turn on the communication equipment, the identification code of your plane, I have already sent it to the 6952 aviation base, and the tower over there will contact you later."

"Okay, I got it."

"Also, there will be a ...... later. 3…… Protect...... Zila ......"

"Hey...... Grass. ”

Ron hung up the phone, pulled up the nose again, and played with the dry land plucking onions.

But this time it was quiet in the cockpit.

"Why don't you speak?"

Ron turned his head to look at Andre and found him staring at him with a grim face.

"You don't know how to fly?"

"Small problem, I just said it, this plane I built myself, I guarantee that there is no problem."

"Hopefully."

What else could Andrei do, he could only lie flat.

It's okay for him to design the plane.

But let him fly the plane, he really won't.

Now all you have to trust Ron is, and hopefully he's not bragging.

"Tower 6952 Air Base calls 03116, please answer when you hear it."

A call from the tower comes from the communication equipment.

Listening to the voice, I'm still a girl.

"I'm Ron, is this 03116 calling me?"

"Yes, please report your current bearing, speed and altitude, and if the flight altitude is too low, please pull up to 12,000 meters as soon as possible."

The voice of the tower girl came again.

Ron looked at the instrument and replied: "At present, it is flying towards the southeast with a speed of 860 and an altitude of 21,800 meters. ”

"......" The tower girl was a little confused.

"Please report accurate information."

"That's accurate information."

"But the radar has no feedback, are you invisible?" The tower girl is a little hot.

"That's right, I'm a stealth transporter."

"Stealth transporters? Aren't you guys Backfire 03116? ”

"If you say this identification code, it should be correct, because we removed this equipment from the Backfire bomber."

"......" The tower girl was speechless again.

"Okay, then please open the dragon wave lens, I want to determine your location, two SU-30s have taken off, but I can't find you."

The tower girl is still very professional, and immediately gives instructions and orders.

But here's the problem......

The dragon wave lens, Ron didn't even have it.

It's not that he doesn't want to pretend.

It's that there is no such thing on the Backfire bomber, and he can't pretend it if he wants to.

It's also his fault.

Since there was no stealth paint, he had to spray the outside of the plane with a metallic coating that could absorb radar waves.

This metallic coating is designed to absorb radar waves, not to mention 100 percent, but 90 percent of it is still available.

The remaining ten percent were also dispersed by the body's stealth design.

So the radar can't scan them at all.

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