What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 432 Shocks the World (5600 Monthly Tickets in May)

"A forty-year-old prodigal son realizes his mistake and returns home; his sixty-year-old mother weeps uncontrollably."

This is the latest production by the Hong Kong Cantonese Opera Troupe, and they have also posted a touching poster about filial piety on the street.

Julie and her entourage spent two days resting after their initial arrival. Although they couldn't understand the language when they squeezed into the theater, they were still quite astonished by the gestures and the translated introductions:

This story tells of a former gang member who, in middle age, manages to turn over a new leaf, quit his life of crime, and dedicate himself to education. He transforms from an illiterate hoodlum into a brave sailor at a technical school, and ultimately reunites with his family.

After the song "Sailor" ended, Will hummed the melody and couldn't help but say:

"This story seems to be exactly what Tang is doing, so he really seems like a good person."

This made Julie somewhat unhappy:
"Billionaires are all hypocrites. You're too young and easily fooled by appearances. How can someone who doesn't love nature have love for humanity?"

Will was speechless. It was already evening, and the team members would go out separately to find some fun. Julie waved and headed straight for the nearest beach, where she stripped down to her swimsuit in full view of everyone, ready to cool off in the water for a while.

This caused passersby to stare in disbelief. Upon noticing this, Julie first crossed her arms, then launched into a furious tirade:

"Look, this is the gaze of prejudice!"

Julie spoke in English, and the passersby responded in their dialects. Although they couldn't understand each other, they still started arguing rhythmically.

Will shook his head, and walking along the shadowy forest path, he soon spotted a young girl. He smoothed his hair and stepped forward to stop her.
(In English) Excuse me, do you speak English?

The girl was a little timid and surprised when a foreign man with a big beard tried to chat her up, but she still bravely answered:
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

“I am a Greenpeace member, dedicated to global ecological restoration and animal protection, but I also love to travel. I am looking for a kind lady to help me learn the language here.”

Soon Will left with the shy girl, all of which was witnessed by Grand from afar.

While everyone else was busy, he went to a public phone booth, dialed a number, and hung up immediately after the call connected.

When the public phone rang again, he said a few short numbers and then hung up again.

Ten minutes later, a taxi stopped in front of him.

"The map is under your seat. We hope you have a great time."

The driver started the car, and Grand immediately looked down and pulled out a tourist map, quickly finding the designated coordinates using the code words.

Those were weapons he had prepared himself, delivered by his employer; he didn't want them to fail him at a crucial moment.

……

Southfield, Cape Town
The expedition team collaborated with a special operations squad to send all the wreckage they could collect here, where experts sent by the Empire assembled and analyzed it.

It is currently the cold season in Antarctica, with temperatures ranging from -40 to -70 degrees Celsius. Without heavy equipment, they collected the fragments almost entirely by hand using ice axes.

The number was less than half that of a single aircraft, but the blizzard was too severe to continue.

After being reassembled, the wreckage included a small part of the left fuselage and half a wing, a small piece of the tail fin, and the remains of an engine; the rest could not be found.

"It's still the Bristol-Orpheus engine."

Mark was the first to identify the engine model as the same Bristol engine as the grubs.

This engine was designed in the 50s and was no longer considered advanced; even some model aircraft turbojet manufacturers were capable of producing better models.

The reason it can be identified as the ME262 is because of its distinctive triangular-shaped nose section, a unique feature of Swift.

However, after assembling it, Mark ultimately determined that it was not ME262.

This is a fighter jet that initially adopted a blended wing-body design, with the engines tucked into the wings, and the wing sweep angle is clearly designed for supersonic flight. It may be related to the Me 262, but in reality, they are completely different aircraft.

Using their imagination, experts drew a picture of this imagined unfamiliar fighter jet. Apart from not being able to determine the tail layout, it can be basically confirmed that it is an early supersonic aircraft with a low-wing monoplane and a large sweep angle, with an empty weight not much different from that of the A4.

The cause of the crash cannot be confirmed, as the entire fuselage appears to have been completely destroyed without any clues. No blood or DNA was found, so it doesn't seem like a human piloted the aircraft; it might have been a target drone.

But without a doubt, this is a fighter jet far superior to a gnat, faster, larger, and capable of carrying far more lethal weapons.

The Gnat can only carry two AIM-9B missiles, but this unknown fighter can carry at least one Harpoon. If it were to launch a saturation attack of 300 aircraft, it could wipe out all light warships and destroy aircraft carriers beyond repair.

This is really not good news.

"Can we find any other aircraft wreckage? I mean, can we conduct a large-scale search of that area?"

Mark asked the burly man beside him, who was nearly two meters tall and the leader of the Secret Service's expedition to Antarctica, but the man shook his head vigorously.
"The environment there is terrible. A blizzard can completely change the terrain, and a storm can blow a lot of things away. In fact, I suspect that these lighter debris were blown in from somewhere else."

It's the coldest season in Antarctica now, and large areas are covered by polar night. We almost lost several lives. Continuing our exploration until the polar off-road vehicles we purchased from Russia arrive are extremely dangerous.

The burly man seemed to have remembered something, and said repeatedly:

"When the wind and snow come, visibility drops to less than a meter, the whole world is just a vast expanse of white, and the ice and snow can easily blow a person away..."

It seems that searching for wreckage in the short term is not feasible.

But through this unknown aircraft, Mark made a judgment:

The Lost Empire's aviation technology was probably not very advanced, so much so that its large fighter jets used two bulky and outdated engines.

We still need to continue investigating the source of the leak—the third brother.

……

Xin Deli.

Smith found a reasonably clean restaurant, sat down, pulled out a dollar, and pointed to the flamboyant pictures of dishes on the wall.

The third boss's eyes lit up instantly, and he rattled off a long string of words. Then, he quickly took out a plate and, under Smith's gaze, lifted the lids of large wooden barrels to add things.

Long-grain rice, looks pretty good;
Curry chicken pieces, and it looks like there's a chicken leg in there too?

Steamed potatoes and hummus are delicious;
Crispy fried balls, drizzled with ketchup, are incredibly appetizing;
The fragrant fried noodles, served with a generous spoonful on top of rice, show great sincerity.

As the boss dipped the spoon into the last bucket, Smith finally displayed his super agent skills, stepping forward to snatch the plate, leaving the boss, who was holding a spoonful of yellowish, incomprehensible liquid, completely astonished.

This is precisely the truth that Smith has come to realize after being here for a long time:
Before adding the unknown curry paste, the Indian food was quite delicious and appealing, but they always poured on the unknown paste at the end and stirred it into an indescribable mess.

If you eat that kind of paste with an unknown amount of added spices, there is an 85% chance that your intestines will be emptied and a very small chance that you will need intravenous fluids.

After finishing his lunch under the angry and disdainful gaze of his boss, Smith, as usual, went to find his informant, Rabble.

The latter was a student who had returned from studying abroad and was very willing to help him obtain some secrets that could be corroborated with the information provided by the Indian government.

He is now fully committed to investigating suspicious individuals that Dr. Tank has come into contact with since arriving here. Labour's department happened to have had the opportunity to contact Tank back then and knows many secrets.

After exchanging intelligence, before parting ways, Rabble suddenly said:
"Sir, I have another piece of news, but I've only heard it from someone and I don't know if it's true or not."

Tell me, and I'll give you a reward once it's confirmed.

"I overheard my boss saying that they were planning a world-shaking event that would completely change everything."

(End of this chapter)