Bo Fu said so badly that the person on the other side would be suspicious that he was not joking—probably because Bo Fu had bought second-hand planes and some information from him in the past. At the same time, in case, Bo Fu also called Makarov and asked his friend to contact an engineer from the Sukhoi Design Bureau to ask if he could take a private job or something..........

To be honest, Bo Fu didn't expect anything from Makarov's friend at all, and sure enough, there was no response from the other party......... Lucky Bird II approached the dock, and the business manager at Lockheed Martin was finally waiting at the dock with a helpless face under the bombardment of phone calls from Birf. "Hey, Bill, here, here, here, I'll show you!"

"Do you really have a plane? Okay, okay, I'll take ......a look," the guy shrugged his shoulders and followed Berfu onto the boat - he met the soldiers of the Ossa Federation on the way, but it was fine after Berfu's guarantee and Bill showed his ID. Bill, who stepped into the workshop, gasped. The graceful fuselage of a fighter plane that had never been seen before stopped in the middle of the workshop, the streamlined fuselage imbued with an aesthetic similar to those classics produced by the Sukhoi Design Bureau. "Really! what a beautiful plane......... But!" Bill covered his eyes fiercely, "this damn livery! The livery ruined a plane!" his eyes ached, the green radome and silver-white fuselage and red numeric livery really gave Bill the urge to either gouge out his own eyes or simply smash the thing.

Bill circled around the plane a few times, and the excitement of seeing a beautiful plane cooled down, and he looked up suspiciously and asked Bo Fu, "This is not a model, is it? "At least you have to give me the basic specs. ”

Bo Fu shrugged his shoulders. Makarov took a large folder. Shoved into Bill's hands. Bill's eyebrows raised as he looked at it, and it didn't look like a human face anymore, "A single thrust of 28 tons? You should have written it wrong!" The voice was very weird, "Damn! Stealth armor skin! Omnidirectional vector vent! Damn! Red Dragon! You must be playing tricks on me! You wrote a science fiction book and made a model to trick me, didn't you?"

"Can you take it to the factory and try it? Bo Fu said lightly. Bill exploded immediately, he took out his brick-like phone, dialed a number, and yelled, "Is there a fax machine?! Damn! Where's the fax machine?"

Bill took out a Polaroid and took a few pictures of CFA-44. Rushed to the fax machine that Bo Fu pointed out to him. The guy was lucky enough to fax the technical specification manual and photos to a certain department before the fax machine hung up due to overheating. Bill loosened his tie and sat down on a chair in the workshop, "Drink! Red Dragon, is there any beer......."

Bo Fu and Makarov took out a beer and chatted with Bill, "By the way, Bill, how long will it take for you to write the flight control software?"

"Well....... it's not good. The question is, are you real? Okay, okay, it's real, it's real. Your aircraft is not a series that we developed, and there is no data on a lot of it. If you can get the data. It is estimated that it will take a few months to write the initial code. And then test flights, improvements. Test flight again and improve again. It will take half a year at the fastest - and the money is ...............," Bill lowered his voice as he said this, "Tell me, where did you get this plane?

Bo Fu sneered over when Bill's cell phone rang. "What? It's here. Okay, it's time to start. He said to Bo Fu. A small battery car towed the CFA-44 to the hangar, and it was at this time that the Navy saw for the first time what the owner had been sneaking in his private workshop. The plane was towed to the lift, and when the plane was lifted to the deck, basically everyone on the ship who got the news ran to the deck to watch the excitement. As a first-class member of the Ossa Federation, they have seen a lot of carrier-based aircraft, and they also nodded at the CFA-44 at the moment, and unanimously agreed that this is a rather beautiful aircraft.

The Lucky Bird II is now parked on the docks, where a crane hoisted the CFA-44 onto a large flatbed truck that had been specially prepared. The Lockheed Martin men ran over and covered the plane with a huge canvas, and Bill dragged Berfern to his car and followed the truck, which saw several Osatric military vehicles appear on the side, and the police car in front of it was clearly cleared the road beforehand.

Security levels were getting higher along the way, and two hours later, the truck, along with a series of military vehicles and Bill's car, drove into a heavily guarded military base. "Make no mistake, this is our company's airport, but it's under federal military protection. Bill explained a few words directly to Birf. The crane lifted the CFA-44 from the truck again, and then the same battery car dragged the plane into a huge maintenance hangar.

The hangar was already brightly lit, and a large number of instruments were in place. Bill patted him on the shoulder, signaling that he would stop there, and then turned to leave the hangar. Immediately greeted by a man in a suit who was obviously higher than Bill's rank and an officer of the Osa Federation wearing a school uniform, "This plane was obtained by Mr. Red Dragon?" The man in the suit asked casually, he didn't expect an answer, and at the same time stopped the officer's words, "I'm sorry, Mr. Red Dragon." We don't want to ask too much about where you got this plane. I just want to ask you, can you provide us with specific data, and I can personally decide to help my husband reduce all the fees......... We can even offer a sum of money as a cost to purchase data. ”

Bo Fu didn't say much, and directly took out a box of CDs, a total of four CDs and gave them to the man in the suit. But it was the officer who took the CD, and he put it directly into a suitcase, turned around and walked to the side of the computer guarded by several officers and soldiers.

At this time, according to the instructions in the technical manual, several mechanics also began to try to start the engine, before that, the man in the suit, now known as Clinton, was an "engineer" of the Martin Company, he first very politely asked Bo Fu if he could start, and then asked Bo Fu to stand beside him, and instructed the mechanics to connect some equipment with the soldiers and start the engine.

In fact, according to normal procedures, both Burffer and Bill had already violated the rules - they did not drain the fuel when moving the plane, and the fuel tank of the CFA-44 was full......... The engine spewed a faint blue tail flame while the engineers and soldiers on the side checked the readings on the instruments. Soon, the Clinton "engineer" praised the advanced technology of the aircraft engine provided by Bo Fu with a very amazed tone and expression: "It's really incredible, the thrust has reached 28 tons without turning on the afterburner! After seeing your engine, the rags we developed can really be thrown away!" Then this guy's eyes turned slightly sideways, and after seeing the signal of the officer on the computer, he immediately said to Bo Fu with a smile on his face: "Mr. Red Dragon, your modification fee is all free." And if you can sign for the transfer of the engine, we will buy it for 200 million euros. ”

"These guys are really a bit generous, how to calculate the development cost of this is at least hundreds of millions, and then pay me another ......... It's not stingy after all. Bo Fu is indispensable, and he feels quite refreshed to this guy in his head, "But I want to complete this development time as soon as possible! Can it be written in three months?"

Clinton touched his chin and thought for a moment, then nodded, "That's it, Mr. Red Dragon." You may have to allow us to take a closer look at this beautiful big bird, and at the same time we must be allowed to make frequent test flights of it. ”

"Okay! That's it!" (To be continued......)