Changkong Fighter

Chapter 290 Sea, Land and Air

Over the western Pacific Ocean, at an altitude of 12000 meters, a plane belonging to a foreign airline is flying towards the Middle East. This plane is not a common passenger plane, but an expensive private jet, with the logo of a major company printed on it.

The interior of the private jet was incredibly luxurious. Several men in suits were operating computers, and the data on the computers was constantly changing. The screen showed the US stock market. An elderly man sat on an expensive leather sofa in the cabin, gently swirling the cola in his glass, and asked casually, "How much money can we make this time?"

Is there anything faster than profiting from war? It's exploiting stock market investors during wartime – a business that can be described as risk-free.

“Sir, at least 30 billion!” the man in a suit said, standing behind the old man.

"Oh, what about my friends?"

"billions"

The old man nodded. This war had also made them a lot of money, but it was nothing compared to what the old man, who was a dealer, had made.

“Sir, they’ve asked us for help,” the secretary behind him said softly.

The principle of not putting all your eggs in one basket is not only understood by Easterners, but also by Westerners. Similarly, the rebels' strongholds are not only on the sea, but also on mobile bases in the air, comparable to Air Force One.

However, every organization has different factions, and these rebels are no exception.

"Humph."

The old man snorted. His old friends were too useless; they hadn't even earned 100 billion. Not only could they not make money, but they also wanted his help. However, as a member of that organization, he had no choice.

Complex interests bind them tightly together; refusing would only bring trouble, and big trouble at that. They are like grasshoppers on the same rope, neither of them can escape.

"What do they want?" the old man asked helplessly.

"Do you hope you can sever the connection between the United States and Tokyo University?"

If the East University and the West University are disconnected and separated, the United States will be at a disadvantage. Under the attack of an alien civilization, the US military will inevitably have to defend its homeland.

"What were their demands?" the old man asked, frowning.

The US leadership isn't stupid. Without the financial support from the East Coast, they would eventually fall into an irrecoverable disadvantage. So even if European shipping costs increase, the US can only grit its teeth and accept it for now. Once they have the resources, they'll make Europe pay back the money with interest.

"Yes."

The old man frowned deeply. The more sensitive the period, the more tense things became internally. After discovering the presence of a traitor within the organization, the entire United States tightened its grip. The FBI kept a close eye on the country, and any slight disturbance would alarm them.

They call themselves "free people," but in essence they are just rats in the gutter, their exposure means certain death!

"How do you think we should cut it off?"

The old man downed the cola in his glass in one gulp and asked his secretary a question in return.

"Sir, it's time to get those people we employ moving around. After all, this kind of transportation is too environmentally unfriendly."

The old man nodded without speaking. At that moment, he felt the plane descending, heading towards an airport in the Middle East. His gaze fell on a decorative item in the cabin—a simple symbol floating inside a container.
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In Guam, at an air force base, the University of Tokyo has taken complete control of the area in order to resist an attack from an alien civilization.

Inside the hangar, maintenance personnel were conducting routine checks on the fighter jets. Outside, combat-ready aircraft, fully armed and fueled, awaited sortie under sunshades. The intense sunlight and salty air were both extremely detrimental to the lifespan of fighter jets. Meanwhile, in the most central, enclosed area of ​​the hangar, a Type 2 aircraft, unique to extraterrestrial civilizations, was undergoing its final checks.

The holes that Liu Jun punched with a GSH30-2 were filled with resin polymer and then polished. Other problematic areas were also repaired in a simpler way, with the goal of getting the aircraft flying.

"Rupa, what is this?"

[Weapon System]

Like the most diligent little bee, Rupa followed Liu Jun's instructions, constantly pointing out the names of parts of one device after another inside the aircraft, helping the researchers quickly analyze the internal layout.

However, as they learned more about the interior of the spaceship, Rupa was getting closer and closer to returning to the alien civilization. In just a few days, Rupa would be returning to the alien civilization.

On the other side of the hangar, Liu Jun's specially equipped J-15T was also undergoing emergency maintenance, with the crystal from the "Upgrade Ceremony" being embedded into the fighter jet's cockpit.

Although it is not yet clear how this crystal was made, it does emit certain fluctuations and release messages. According to experts, extraterrestrial civilizations use these fluctuations to distinguish the "level" of each other, which may be related to neutrinos. Further research is needed to determine the specifics.

However, only researchers care about what it is, while those in the military are more concerned about its practical use.

Liu Jun watched as the technicians modified his fighter jet, and he also received instructions from his superiors that he must carry the [Ascended] mark with him at all times, and his security level was also raised significantly.

However, during the renovation process, Liu Jun also had some free time and took a rare break to let his family know he was safe.

"Hello, Mom"

After the call connected, Liu Jun felt relaxed upon hearing his mother's voice.

"Son, call me when you have time," Liu's mother said in a good mood, then asked cautiously, as if with some concern, "Are you abroad?"

"I'm on a business trip and will be back in China soon," Liu Jun said truthfully.

"The military has sent a lot of medals these past few days. Be careful and don't risk your life. Do what you can."

The army sends medals home every day, almost filling the entire display case. Although Liu Jun always downplayed the importance of the medals, his parents knew that a first-class merit was hard to come by, not to mention a special-class merit!

"Okay, don't worry. Is everything alright at home?"

"Sigh, things are getting stricter now. They're arresting people who spread rumors online every day. More than ten people have already been arrested."

Liu Jun listened to his mother nagging about things back home. He hadn't been back to China recently and was unaware of some of the information there.

It sounds like things are starting to tighten up in China. Unemployed people and young adults are being organized and sent to various factories and mines in waves to increase domestic production capacity.

Strategic materials, especially rare metals, are now subject to strict control, and smuggling is being cracked down on.

These are strategic reserves. In case aliens launch a major attack and cut off external supplies, we will have to rely on these strategic reserves.

(End of this chapter)