The US Provokes Again

Chapter 45 The US Provokes Again

Inside the auditorium, Lei Fu was personally presenting awards to those who received medals on the stage.

In the 80s, China's economy was not yet developed, and prizes were mostly items such as notebooks, pens, kettles, and electric blankets.

Wu Zu, on the other hand, received a cash reward of 500,000 yuan.

In the 1980s, 500,000 yuan was a huge sum of money, which shows how much the military region valued him.

Just then, the auditorium door was suddenly kicked open.

A beam of light shone in, followed by a voice: "Oh no, the radar has detected a new signal!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Feng Zhenliang's face darkened: "Those damned Americans, they actually dare to come again!"

As he spoke, he immediately stood up: "Immediately notify the air force to take off and shoot down their reconnaissance planes!"

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Just then, Wu Zu suddenly said, "Why don't you let me give it a try?"

The auditorium fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to the researcher at the entrance.

At this moment, an elderly man with gray hair sitting in the front row quickly stood up.

"Kobayashi, what exactly is going on? What radar signal? You need to explain yourself clearly!"

Lin, breathless, pointed in the direction of the laboratory and said, "It's that air defense radar that Professor Wu made before. I've detected a new radar signal!"

Upon hearing this, many people looked bewildered, because they had only just learned during the award ceremony that Wu Zu had invented air defense radar.

However, the experts who specialize in radar technology research and development all showed expressions of shock.

"These Americans, this is clearly a provocation!"

"They've only been gone a few days, and they're back again! This is outrageous!"

Upon hearing this news, Lei Fu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned to ask Feng Zhenliang, "Commander, has our country arranged any flight missions today?"

As Feng Zhenliang stood up, he said, "There are no flight missions today. Looks like it's the US reconnaissance planes again. Those guys are still not giving up; they're determined to regain face here!"

As he spoke, he walked down from the stage and said to Lei Fu, "Come on, I don't have time to go back to the military region now, so I'll use your phones here to command remotely!"

"good!"

However, in order to find out the specific situation of the enemy reconnaissance aircraft, the group first moved to the laboratory.

On the radar screen, a dot of light was moving rapidly, displaying the speed and altitude of the enemy reconnaissance aircraft in real time.

"Current target altitude: XX meters; speed: 1200 kilometers per hour! Current coordinates: ————"

Upon seeing these data, Feng Zhenliang frowned. "Based on this flight speed, it can be basically confirmed that it is the US's Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft, namely the SR-71."

"This is a huge problem!"

Reiford also looked serious: "The US has sent out this reconnaissance aircraft; with the speed of our current J-7M, we simply can't catch up!"

"We have to keep chasing even if we can't catch up!"

As Feng Zhenliang spoke, he picked up the phone next to him and connected to the air force base.

"This is Feng Zhenliang. Order the second squadron to take off immediately. We have detected enemy reconnaissance aircraft intruding again!"

"Roger that, arrange for fighter jets to take off immediately!"

Hanging up the phone, Feng Zhenliang's eyes were filled with seriousness: "The US is going too far! This is simply blatant provocation!"

Lei Fu, standing to the side, gritted his teeth in anger and slammed his fist on the table.

"They really think this place is their backyard, coming and going as they please. They got off easy last time we didn't take them down!"

Wu Zu, who was standing at the back, stared at the screen for a while and suddenly had an idea.

He gently tugged at Liu Xuelan's sleeve: "Mom, call Dad and come to my lab!"

Liu Xuelan was taken aback, only to see that Wu Zu had already turned and left.

Seeing this, Liu Xuelan became anxious and quickly pulled Wu Guodong outside.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?"

Liu Xuelan pulled Wu Guodong along and pointed to the other side of the corridor.

"Your son said he's going to his office. Let's go, there's nothing we can do to help here."

"Huh? What are we going with this kid for?"

"I don't know either. He didn't say, but he seemed quite anxious."

The couple talked as they walked into Wu Zu's laboratory.

Wu Zu's laboratory is on the other side of the corridor. It was converted from a small warehouse. The space is not large, but it is sufficient for use.

The two entered the laboratory, pushed open the door, and saw Wu Zuzheng busily working in the inner suite.

"Ah Zu, why did you call us here? Shouldn't you be helping monitor the radar situation right now?"

As Wu Guodong spoke, he pushed open the door to the inner suite.

However, the moment the door opened, he was completely stunned.

At this moment, there was a missile three meters long and more than ten centimeters thick in front of Wu Zu. He was installing a radar guidance device on the top of the missile, and he was also soldering the device with a soldering iron in his hand.

"Hiss~"

Wu Guodong was stunned when he saw the missile.

"Where did this missile come from?!"

Liu Xuelan, who followed behind, was also taken aback upon hearing this: "What missile?"

As she spoke, she hurriedly stepped forward.

When Liu Xuelan saw the missile on the makeshift support frame, she was instantly stunned.

"My God, Zu, what are you doing? Quick, danger!"

Just as Liu Xuelan was about to rush forward and pull Wu Zu away, Wu Zu suddenly spoke.

"Mom, bring me the missile helmet. It's on the table to your right."

At that moment, Liu Xuelan felt like her mind couldn't process anything.

Seeing Wu Zu's serious expression, she subconsciously handed him the things on the table.

"Azu, where did you get this missile from?"

Wu Zu took the missile head cover, tried it out, and then picked up a screwdriver to start tightening the screws.

"Of course I made it myself!"

At this moment, Wu Guodong stepped forward and carefully stroked the missile.

"My goodness, this—this craftsmanship is simply exquisite! Grandpa, how did you manage to do this?"

"Read more books!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Guodong and Liu Xuelan exchanged a glance, unsure of what to say.

If this kind of technology could be learned simply by reading books, then China would have already soared to great heights.

This kid is definitely not telling the truth.

However, now is not the time to ask further questions, since Wu Zu has already developed the missile.

"Ah Zu, what are you planning to do?"

Liu Xuelan nervously walked up to Wu Zu, her eyes fixed on the missile in front of her.

Wu Zu raised his head and looked at Liu Xuelan: "The US reconnaissance planes have repeatedly provoked us; we have to retaliate!"

"You mean use this?"

"Yes!"

"But----"

Liu Xuelan's hand trembled slightly, then she sighed and looked at Wu Guodong.

Wu Guodong immediately understood Liu Xuelan's meaning and hurriedly said, "But this missile hasn't been tested. What if—"

"There's no chance of anything going wrong, it's absolutely reliable, I've checked it all!"

As Wu Zu spoke, he dragged a launch pad out of a pile of miscellaneous items behind him.

"Everything is ready, Mom and Dad. You'll support me, right?"

"this----"

Wu Guodong and his wife both fell silent.

Launching a missile—that's no small matter!

Judging from Wu Zu's posture, he didn't seem to be joking.

"are you serious?"

"Of course, Dad, come help me push the missile into the yard. Mom, go connect the cables for me; I need real-time radar data to lock onto enemy reconnaissance planes!"

Wu Guodong swallowed hard before he could make out the words on the missile.

HQ-7 Short-Range Surface-to-Air Missile