ccnovels #491 - Chapter 491: 20 fighter jets were obtained! Is the air in Pakistan sweet? Mass execution!
#491 - Chapter 491: 20 fighter jets were obtained! Is the air in Pakistan sweet? Mass execution!
The single-soldier weapons are not worth mentioning.
But how could large equipment like fighter jets not have backdoors?
Eavesdropping!
Monitoring!
Remote control!
Using the Beidou communication system as a medium, as long as the Shakyamuni fighter jet is on Earth, instructions can be issued to it remotely.
From cutting off communication and locking the ejection, to re-planning the flight route.
Even…
Controlling takeoff and landing!
Han Teng Capital basement.
Chen Hao was holding a mobile phone in his left hand, talking to Shabaz, and operating on the keyboard with his right hand.
Obviously!
The screen shows a three-dimensional simulated dynamic map.
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
"Chen, are you leaving?" York asked.
"Yes."
Chen Hao nodded: "Shall we go together?"
"Me?" York was stunned.
"There is a high-level meeting that will start in a while."
He had agreed with his sister-in-law yesterday.
More than two months have passed, and many things require his decision.
In addition.
A new R\u0026D project is about to be announced!
"I won't go!" York quickly shook his head.
Chen Hao is his good friend, but the others…
"I'm not a senior executive of the company…" He gave another reason for not going.
"Is that really the reason?" Chen Hao stared at him.
"I…"
York lowered his head and muttered: "I don't like crowded occasions?"
"Is that really the reason?" Chen Hao repeated the question.
"Yes!"
"No."
Chen Hao directly denied and said in a deep voice: "Humans are social animals, who is born to like loneliness? York, this is not England, you don't have to be alone all day long, you don't have to stay in the dark underground."
Speaking of this.
He stretched out his hand to York: "You should have more friends!"
York was stunned.
Looking at Chen Hao's outstretched hand, conditioned reflexes made him resist.
Resist crowded occasions.
But…
Rationally, he knew that Chen Hao was doing it for his own good, and he also knew that what Chen Hao said was right.
Finally.
He nodded vigorously: "I'll go with you!"
…
The fighter jet kept descending.
The closer it is to the ground, the clearer the view.
Thousands of miles away, Chen Hao set the automatic landing program, allowing 20 fighter jets to descend in altitude one by one.
One of the fighter jet cockpits.
Lao landed first.
Coincidentally.
He has the highest rank in the team—Major.
"Fuck!"
When it dropped to a certain height, Lao directly cursed.
He saw the flags flying at the airport below.
It turned out to be…
Pakistan!
India's nemesis!
All of this was beyond his comprehension: the fighter jet inexplicably lost control, all communications were completely interrupted, and even ejection escape was impossible, but… the fighter jet automatically modified its course and flew to Pakistan!
Thinking of the relationship between the two countries and the consequences of being captured, he was so scared that he peed on the spot.
The landing gear is down.
Contact the ground.
The fighter jet taxied until it stopped smoothly.
Just at the moment of stopping, the cockpit cover opened by itself.
Several Pakistani soldiers swarmed up and dragged out the paralyzed Lao.
Not far away.
Shabaz looked at this scene, his eyes narrowed into a line with a smile.
The enemy faked surrender to launch a surprise attack?
Unexpectedly, not only was it seen through by the brotherly country, but also through top technology, the other party was forced to land—he didn't have to do anything, just receive the prisoners.
In fact, Pakistan also knows that there is a website selling equipment.
Can't afford it!
The country's economic conditions are too poor.
Those equipment are too expensive.
Recently, the top management contacted Middle Eastern tycoons, wondering if those big countries could help them buy some equipment.
Fighter jet?
Never thought about it!
It would be nice to get some single-soldier equipment.
Unexpectedly, 20 Shakyamuni fighter jets were captured!
What is the concept?
Pakistan's military expenditure is only 3 billion US dollars.
Including the expenses of soldiers across the country, including the maintenance of existing equipment, and the funds used to purchase new equipment… very few!
These 20 fighter jets cost as much as 2.4 billion US dollars, not including supporting ammunition.
Let me put it this way.
If Pakistan wants to buy this batch of fighter jets, the military will have no food to eat for a year!
Now.
No money needs to be spent—free!
The fighter jets landed one after another, and all 20 Indian pilots were captured.
Tied up and kneeling on the ground.
While Shabaz was grateful for the help of his Eastern brother, he whispered to the adjutant.
A moment later.
The adjutant brought several military reporters over.
The reporter aimed the camera at the group of Indian pilots, and on the side outside the camera, a group of Pakistani soldiers were holding guns and opening the safety.
"Excuse me, are you an Indian pilot who surrendered to our side?" the reporter asked with a smile.
"I didn't…I…"
Bang!
The bullet left the chamber.
Blood splattered.
The guy was riddled with bullets.
"If you don't cooperate, this is the end." The adjutant smiled sinisterly.
"Excuse me, are you an Indian pilot who surrendered to our side?" The reporter re-selected an interviewee.
Just right, it was Lao!
"Yes!"
Major Lao was trembling.
"Why surrender?" the reporter asked further.
"I can't stand the darkness of India. I yearn for the civilization of Pakistan. I also persuaded other brothers to drive India's strongest fighter jets—to show our sincerity!" These Indian grandsons don't even draft when they lie.
Loyalty?
Courage?
It's a joke to use these words on them!
Otherwise, how could an artillery battalion be defeated by three soldiers, or even be chased and beaten?
In the whole world, only South Korea can compare with India.
Can't do anything, running away is the first!
"Excuse me, what are your psychological feelings about surrendering to our side?" The reporter changed another pilot to interview.
"From the moment I landed in Pakistan, I felt that the air was sweet!"
The pilot sniffed hard.
Breathed hard.
His face was full of intoxication.
Oscar owes him a little golden man!
The reporter interviewed one after another, which took a full half an hour.
After the interview.
The part where the first person was shot must be cut off.
In short.
It is necessary to let the whole world, especially India, believe that these people took the initiative to surrender and drove the plane over by themselves.
Why can't the command center contact them?
Of course, it is because they want to surrender that the pilots take the initiative to cut off communication.
"Remember!"
Shabaz stared at the military reporter: "Let the whole world see it!"
"Yes!"
The reporter left.
Shabaz waved to the adjutant.
I thought that after accepting the interview and being identified as prisoners, there would be no danger for the 20 people…
No!
Now there are only 19 pilots left.
They thought they were safe.
At least, there is no danger to life.
Bang bang bang!
Intense gunfire rang out, and 19 people instantly turned into hornet's nests and were collectively executed.
Since they admit to surrendering, they are no longer valuable.
Keeping them is a risk!
…
Chen Hao personally directed a surrender drama.
Using a fake surrender to cover up the truth of remotely controlling the fighter jets, once countries know that the fighter jets are being controlled, who the hell would dare to buy them?
Now it's alright.
No one knows the truth.
At this moment.
India exploded.
The fact that the team cannot be contacted is one aspect.
The most deadly thing is that they thought they had a sure chance of winning, and thought that the team was on the way to raid, and the army was eager to make contributions…
Without air cover, they went straight to the Chinese border!
The Indian high-level officials thought that this was already fatal.
Actually.
The more deadly thing is yet to come!