Bullets loaded, ready for battle!

Chapter 52 Bullets loaded, ready for battle!

"Azu!"

Upon seeing this, Liu Xuelan quickly got up and chased after her.

The mother and son rushed to the building of the Security Bureau. Just as they were about to step inside, they were stopped by a stern-looking guard.

"Sorry, this is a restricted area controlled by the Security Bureau. Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering!"

Wu Zu hurriedly explained, "My father has been locked up inside for more than five hours. The interrogation should be over by now, right?"

""

The guard continued to shake his head, his tone unwavering.

"No, the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics has clear regulations. You should go back and wait!"

Seeing this, Wu Zu didn't say a word and quickly took out a thick notebook from his bag.

This notebook contains a copy of the most core design manuscript of the HQ-7 air defense missile, as well as key calculation drafts that embody wisdom and hard work.

"good!"

Wu Zu shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the empty space in front of the building.

"Then I'll stand here right now and burn these documents! Until my father comes out safely!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Zu reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter.

With a click, a cluster of eerie blue flames shot out instantly, moving closer without hesitation to the stack of invaluable papers.

"Ah Zu! Please don't!"

Liu Xuelan was terrified and rushed forward to stop her.

"Silly child! This is the culmination of your hard work day and night, a vital technology urgently needed by the nation. You can't burn it! Put it down!"

The fire had already reached the edge of the top sheet of paper covered with detailed radar diagrams, and the charred marks were spreading rapidly.

"A labor of love?!"

Wu Zu stubbornly raised his head, staring at the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics office, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

"Mom! If that wicked Zhao Mang abuses his power and persecutes those who have made great contributions to the country, what's the point of all this technology?"

"No matter how advanced the technology is, if it can only be used by bad people or will be buried forever, I would rather let it turn to ashes!"

""

His naive words struck Liu Xuelan's heart like a heavy hammer, and also made the two guards standing at the door tremble slightly, their hands gripping their guns tightly.

At that moment, a window upstairs was forcefully pushed open.

Zhao Mang's disdainful and arrogant face appeared at the window.

He looked down at Wu Zu with a cold gaze, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Hmph! Trying to put on an act for me? How childish! How could a nine-year-old kid possibly develop an anti-aircraft missile system!"

These harsh words completely shattered any remaining hope Liu Xuelan had for the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

"Good! Very good! You wait, Zhao Mang!"

Liu Xuelan stopped trying to stop Wu Zu and turned to run towards Lei Fu's office.

Zhao Mang upstairs sneered, then closed the window and turned to walk towards the interrogation room.

Inside the interrogation room, Wu Guodong sat upright on the hard iron chair, his eyes burning with anger.

Zhao Mang pushed open the door, swaggered in, and plopped down opposite Wu Guodong.

"Wu Guodong, we have repeatedly checked the relevant records of the air defense missile system. Given the current domestic technological reserves, it is simply impossible to complete such a project independently."

Wu Guodong stared at the other person and demanded, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Zhao Mang spoke in a deliberately relaxed tone, but a hint of cunning was revealed in his eyes.

"I'm very curious, where did these complete design drawings and parameters come from?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Wu Guodong's wrinkled brows and pursed lips, trying to catch even the slightest hint of panic.

Enraged, Wu Guodong slammed his fist on the table. "I clearly wrote it in the report: this was designed independently by my son, Wu Zu!"

"Wu Zu?"

Zhao Mang looked at him as if he had heard an utterly absurd joke, a mocking smile on his face.

"A nine-year-old child who has to count on his fingers to do even simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, can develop a missile system that can even shoot down the US's Blackbird reconnaissance plane?"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old, so easily fooled?"

At this point, Zhao Mang slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Wu Guodong! You're a researcher trained by the state, not just a writer who makes up stories! Tell me honestly, who are you working for?!"

"Treason?! You—you're utterly slandering me!"

Wu Guodong felt a "boom" in his head, like a thunderclap.

He had dedicated his life to the country, but he never expected the other party to say such things.

Every member of the Wu family across three generations has devoted themselves to the country.

The old man risked his life several times on the battlefield.

He and his wife met and fell in love at the research institute. After getting married and having children, he was so busy with research projects that he couldn't go home for several years, to the point that his daughter almost didn't recognize him anymore.

The son risked his life to successfully develop an air defense missile system, shooting down an American reconnaissance plane, and also developed the Type 99A missile.

Main battle tanks have given China a significant advantage in tank technology over the United States.

The family had made such sacrifices, all they wanted was for the country to prosper and become strong, but now the other side was slandering them for colluding with the enemy, which completely enraged Wu Guodong.

"You bastard! Say that again if you dare!"

Wu Guodong stood up, his hair standing on end in a rage, his eyes blazing with fury.

Seeing Wu Guodong's furious outburst, Zhao Mang simply smiled coldly.

"What? You're getting angry because I hit the nail on the head?"

"You son of a bitch, Zhao Mang, I'll fight you to the death today!"

Wu Guodong had never fought with anyone before, but this time, he was completely enraged and pounced on Zhao Mang like an angry lion.

However, he was just a researcher who focused on scientific research all year round and lacked training. How could he be a match for Zhao Mang?

"Bang!"

Zhao Mang kicked Wu Guodong, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Then, Zhao Mang shouted towards the door, "Take him to the small dark room and let him calm down!"

Meanwhile, in the director's office at the Jiangnan Arsenal.

"Bang!"

The office door was flung open, and Liu Xuelan stormed in, her face contorted with rage.

"Director Lei, when will my wife be released?"

Upon hearing this, Lei Fu, who was processing prisoner documents, quickly stood up and reassured her, "Comrade Liu Xuelan, don't worry, she should be released soon. I've already made a phone call."

"It's too late! Ah-Zu said if his father doesn't come out soon, he'll burn all the data on the anti-aircraft missile systems, and he's already started burning them!"

"What?!"

When Lei Fu heard the news, he felt a buzzing in his head.

Air defense missile systems are important strategic weapons of major powers. I never expected that Wu Zu would be forced to burn the data.

"That damned Zhao Mang, he's gone too far!"

Enraged, Lei Fu gritted his teeth and turned to shout at the door, "Second platoon, third platoon, grab your weapons and come with me!"

"yes!"

"yes!"

Lei Fu, his face ashen and his eyes bloodshot, led a group of soldiers to the building of the Security Bureau.

By this time, Wu Zu had burned the entire document to ashes, leaving only a pile of black ash that drifted away in the breeze.

Seeing this, Lei Fu felt dizzy and his blood rushed to his head.

"You son of a bitch, Zhao Mang, get out here right now!"

Lei Fu roared furiously, then turned and shouted orders to the soldiers behind him.

"Surround this place! Today I'm going to wipe out this doghouse of the Secret Service!"

"Loaded, ready for battle!"

"Splash!"

A series of chilling bolt-action sounds echoed throughout the room.

Just then, the window on the second floor opened again.

Zhao Mang poked his head out and saw the tense situation downstairs. A hint of panic flashed across his face, but he still tried to remain calm, shouting with a fierce but weak voice, "What do you want! This is a military restricted area!"

"Director Lei, are you trying to lead a disturbance?"

Lei Fu stared at Zhao Mang, and without saying a word, he pulled out his pistol, aimed it at him, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang--!"

A crisp gunshot echoed through the air above the arsenal.

For a moment, the entire arsenal fell into a deathly silence.