Chapter 2672
Barrier
Chapter 2672 Barrier
United States of America.
"Boss, this is urgent intelligence we received from Persia."
At the desk, the new secretary placed a document on it, but Lawrence looked up and glanced at the female secretary.
Today's skirt is even shorter than yesterday's, and I've also changed my stockings.
Just
Lawrence looked up, feeling quite disappointed.
"Put it there."
The female secretary nodded in disappointment, then smiled and said, "Okay."
After putting it away, he turned and walked out.
But I felt very disappointed.
This might be her last chance, because the woman will be back tomorrow, and she doesn't know where she'll end up.
Ignoring the airport exit and the secretary's thoughts, Lawrence picked up the intelligence on the table and then took out a document from the cabinet behind him.
After carefully reviewing each piece of information, Lawrence looked at the translated message with a grave expression.
Ring bell
The female secretary at the door heard the doorbell ring, quickly got up, pushed the door open, and entered with a slight smile on her face.
"Boss! What are your orders?"
"Call Smith over here."
Lawrence ignored the woman's signals and gave the order directly.
"Ok."
The female secretary hurried away, but soon returned. "Boss, Mr. Smith is not in his office."
"Not here? Where did you go?"
"I'll go look for it."
"Can't you even do this little thing right?"
The female secretary lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes.
As the director's confidant, Smith was practically second only to the director here. Where would he tell her?
How could a mere secretary like her dare to pry into the other party's information?
"Go and call them quickly."
"Yes!"
Upon hearing Lawrence's instructions, the secretary immediately turned and ran out.
Seeing his secretary rush out in a panic, forgetting to close the door, Lawrence was furious and missed Mengsha even more.
"What the hell are these damn guys up to?"
"This is a serious and irresponsible disruption of world peace."
"Damn it, these guys deserve to be hanged."
"Bastard, bastard."
Lawrence grabbed the intelligence report from the table and slammed it down.
The angry voice made the staff outside the door feel guilty, and only then did the clumsy female secretary realize that she had forgotten to close the door.
But now, she dared not go forward and risk this misfortune, and could only hold the phone and pray that some exceptional Smith would come back soon.
After venting his frustrations, Lawrence forced himself to calm down.
Persia today is a battleground for various factions. While the majority are aligned with the United States, the other factions are not to be underestimated.
It should be understood that Persia is now a sharp tool for them to intervene in local forces.
It is also an important piece in the battle against the league.
In recent years, their open investments in Persia have accounted for one-fifth of their overseas investments. If something unexpected happens, the losses will be incalculable.
Now that the other side is facing multiple challenges, if they don't step in to help, those conservative forces in Persia would probably have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago.
"Damn it, Smith, where have you been?"
Smith slammed his fist on the table again.
At this moment, Smith was lying on a large bed, with a sexy and mature woman lying next to him.
"Honey, if the boss finds out about this, he'll be very unhappy."
Smith reached out and stroked the woman's hair, a strange excitement on his face.
This feeling is very exciting.
When Mengsha heard Smith say that, she just smiled gently.
"So what if he knows?"
"But he's a married man."
"I'm almost thirty this year, but..."
After Mengsha finished speaking, she reached out and grabbed Smith's chest hair twice.
"You know, it's very difficult for people like us to find a caring partner."
Smith winced slightly, then grabbed Mengsha's hand and kissed it involuntarily.
"How did the mission you were tasked with go this time?"
Smith stopped the mischievous little hand, mainly because his own kidneys were already starting to react.
The next battle is going to be tough, so it's best to conserve your energy.
Upon hearing Smith's words, Mengsha's face showed disappointment, and then she said slowly, "You know, they are in the same industry as us, they are being overly cautious."
Smith nodded in agreement, then asked, "I heard that woman used to be an ace in the hole?"
Why did she choose to abandon darkness and embrace the light?
Smith was very curious, and a stunning face appeared in his mind.
He knew that every ace player in the league was carefully selected, and at the very least, they wouldn't be lacking in appearance or figure.
But I never expected that there would be such a stunning woman.
If the final investigation results hadn't been delayed, he really wanted to go and comfort the other party.
Hearing Smith say this, and feeling the change under the covers, a ruthless glint flashed in Mengsha's eyes, but she quickly followed up, saying, "My current investigation shows that she had a conflict with her superiors, which is why she chose us."
"Contradictory? That's a weak reason."
Smith frowned unconsciously, and Mengsha leaned against his chest. "Also, the other party had been to China before and said they knew about corn."
Smith became even more excited when the topic of corn came up.
There's nothing else to it; their painstakingly crafted plan was easily cracked by China.
Not only did it offend domestic farmers, it also allowed China to make a fortune by taking advantage of the high international grain prices.
It's like they've done all the work for someone else's benefit.
And they were the ones who took the blame; they were incredibly unlucky.
"I need to see her!"
Smith said through gritted teeth.
Mengsha scoffed, "Why would you go see her?"
"There is nothing good about men."
He was about to get up as he spoke.
Sensing the woman's dissatisfaction, Smith quickly put his arm around her and comforted her, "I need all the information about corn; I need it to formulate a new strategy."
The woman scoffed in disbelief, "She's very beautiful!"
"Besides, it's said that every swallow is proficient in this art. You're not lying to me, are you?"
Upon hearing this, Smith quickly leaned back against the headboard and immediately swore, "Of course, I'm a man of principle. I'm a loyal soldier of the great United States. How could I be with a traitor?"
"Believe it or not."
Hearing the woman say that, Smith felt that at this moment, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and eat his kidneys again.
After a long while, the two got dressed and prepared to leave the hotel.
Before leaving, Mengsha placed a VISA bank card in Smith's hand.
"This is?"
Smith looked at the bank card with some suspicion. Mengsha, however, continued putting on her stockings, saying, "I know you borrowed a lot of money."
"This is a little money I made on the side while managing the funds for the Boss."
"It's not much, just 100,000 yuan. That should ease your financial burden."
"As for the Boss, there's no need to worry. He doesn't even know how much money he has right now."
Upon hearing the figure of 100,000, Smith unconsciously tightened his grip on his bank card.
Then I thought about how Lawrence earned so much money but didn't give a single penny away, and I felt disgusted.
Moreover, in the last corn incident, I worked hard for more than half a year, but because the final result was not ideal, I selectively forgot my own contributions.
It's as if this is how it's supposed to be.
"I don't want to be here again next time. I should at least go to the presidential suite. The bed there is softer and there are fine wines."
Mengsha took out her lipstick, applied it, and smiled casually.
But in Smith's eyes, she was the best woman.
Even if it's a bit embarrassing to talk about being a kept man, who dares to say that being a kept man isn't good?
Besides, what the other party said is very true.
Why doesn't he have a partner yet?
It's because of their profession.
Therefore, the person in front of you is a good candidate.
"Don't worry, we'll go on vacation together in the Caribbean next time."
Smith said seriously, but Mengsha shook her head, "Then we have to get past the Boss first."
Then he walked up to Smith and said, "I'm going back to him tomorrow, so you'd better not give yourself away."
As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked the other person, a hint of sorrow appearing on her face, which she quickly concealed.
And all of this was observed by Smith.
Smith gritted his teeth but remained silent.
Seeing this, Mengsha smiled and left.
Inside the room, Smith looked at the bank card in his hand, and a strange ambition suddenly welled up in his heart.
Mengsha, however, looked serious as she left the room.
She never expected that a swallow would choose to betray her.
But she dared not contact her superiors, much less reveal any clues.
She never expected that Lawrence, who had always relied on her, would accept a traitor.
This gave her an inexplicable sense of crisis.
Thus began an in-depth conversation with Smith.
If Smith hadn't been in trouble, capable, and had a certain network of connections, would she have fallen for a bald, middle-aged man?
Now it seems that the effect is very good.
At the very least, Smith has made a breach; now it all depends on the other side's ambitions.
"Boss, you wanted to see me."
Smith arrived at the office and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Lawrence's gloomy face.
After all, she had just been with his lover.
"Smith, take a look, we're in trouble."
Lawrence, oblivious to the evasive look in Smith's eyes, handed the documents to Smith.
"The Persian man ordered one hundred airplanes."
"This is the information about this type of aircraft from there, and it's about 80% accurate."
Lawrence threw another document on the table.
Smith quickly picked it up and looked at it.
J-8C
Single-seat twin-engine high-altitude high-speed fighter
After reviewing all the information, Smith immediately began to ponder the performance of this aircraft.
After mentally comparing them, I realized that the United States' main fighter jets were really not going to fare well.
After putting down the documents, Smith considered for a moment before speaking, "Boss, I think we have to intervene in this matter."
“We could ignore them when they introduced a large number of production equipment earlier.”
"But now, he's trying to gain air superiority, which is unforgivable."
Smith spoke with absolute certainty.
Because he knew that without air superiority, no matter how many tanks and armored vehicles there were on the ground, they were just empty shells.
They could easily use their superior air power to drop enough despair-inducing bombs to destroy everything.
But if the other side gains air power, the situation will be out of control.
Moreover, the aircraft controlled by the other side are not ordinary aircraft.
Fortunately, no White Horse fighter jets were sold to them, otherwise they would have been left watching helplessly.
“I know, but there are two difficult points.”
Lawrence swayed back into his chair and sat down at the table, saying seriously, "The first question is, how to eliminate the other party without alerting other forces."
"Secondly, how to deal with their desert scimitars."
Smith thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Boss, eliminating the other side is easy. All we need to do is have one plane take off from the base once our people have identified the target."
"Just say it was an accidental bombing and apologize."
"Without a leader, the followers will scatter."
Lawrence nodded silently but did not speak.
After all, they are the ones providing intelligence; how they do it, and whether they can do it at all, depends on their superiors' orders.
"Secondly, I think we can send a batch of aircraft to Persia to strengthen their forces."
"Support aircraft?"
Lawrence quickly thought of a suitable solution but couldn't come up with one.
Now, with the advent of the White Horse fighter jet, the United States has had to accelerate the development of advanced fighter jets, which has put a strain on domestic funding.
However, the benefits soon became apparent. With its strong industrial capabilities and top-notch research team, it quickly came up with seven or eight aircraft manufacturing and production plans.
These aircraft companies that provided the solutions invested heavily in order to win the bids.
However, designing a new aircraft is by no means an easy task.
Apart from a few aircraft manufacturers that regularly cooperate with us and can prepare in advance, other airports have to start from scratch.
Even so, the development of a new aircraft is not something that can be accomplished overnight.
In particular, this aircraft requires 'high altitude and high speed', and few factories are capable of meeting the requirements in this field.
Therefore, the research, development, and production of this new aircraft will take a very long time.
Seeing Lawrence's confusion, Smith quickly nodded and then chuckled softly, "Boss, do you think we could send our Tomcat fighters, which are currently in service, to provide support?"
"Tomcat?"
Smith frowned.
He had learned about this aircraft; it was a product designed to address this crisis.
Of course, compared to factories that were just starting their research, the manufacturers of male cats started their research much earlier, so with a lot of support, they were able to come up with designs and get support as quickly as possible.
"you saw it?"
Smith shook his head. "I've only looked at the Tomcat's stats. If we compare it to the opponent's Scimitar, they each have their advantages."
"Of course, most importantly, the tomcat is modeled after the white colt, but do you think the other party would sell the white colt to Persia?"
"will not!"
Smith shrugged. "So, we're guaranteed to win this time, aren't we?"
Lawrence spoke earnestly, then stood up and said in a friendly tone, "Go back and give me a report as soon as possible."
"Okay, Boss!"
Smith laughed and stepped back, while Lawrence picked up the phone.
"Hello, dear Ms. Mengsha, when are you coming back?"
(End of this chapter)