What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 677 You Can't Handle It (August 2800 Monthly Tickets)

Surprisingly, the Imperial Air Force chose to ignore such a provocative act.

Because they were on guard against the Fourth Fleet, which was an order from the Pacific Fleet.

Based on their recent orders to change codes and to be on guard against the lost empire, the Pacific Fleet made a reasonable deduction:
Could it be that the Fourth Fleet is about to appear in the Pacific? Is that why even the University of Tokyo is reacting so strongly?
Looking at the surrounding geography, it is very likely to be the sparsely populated north.

Fearing that the enemy might act rashly and lacking a clear countermeasure, the Prism Building only mentioned preventing the Lost Empire from attacking, leading the Pacific Fleet to believe that the mobilization was motivated by intelligence that the Empire had obtained information that the Lost Empire would attack.

Fortunately, the intention was good but the result was bad. In order to prevent a surprise attack by a huge fleet and thousands of aircraft, the Pacific Fleet hurriedly issued the take-off order and required all fighters to be fully fueled and armed, and to be prepared to not be able to find an airport to land for a long time.

The pilots who learned of the news were also greatly shocked, and their colleagues who had participated in the Christmas campaign repeatedly recounted the terrifying air raids by the Han Air Force:
The massive, high-intensity suicide attacks, often involving hundreds of fighter jets and spaced several hours apart, led many of the pilots who participated and survived to choose to take extended leave or undergo psychological treatment.

Now, the Pacific Fleet subconsciously believes that such a large-scale operation on the mainland must be to guard against the lost empire. Therefore, the Tokyo University, which has also begun a large-scale mobilization, is not only not an enemy, but also a crucial ally in the future.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate for several hours, their conversations seemingly irrelevant. Imperial pilots were on high alert, fearing news of a surprise attack on Guandao by 500 Super Swifts would come over the radio, while Su-27 and J-8II pilots were also on edge, ready to engage in combat at any moment.

Meanwhile, Russia to the north discovered that a large number of troops had inexplicably gathered in the Western Pacific. Although puzzled, Russia still reacted and urgently dispatched several Tu-142s to investigate the situation.

……

Prism Building
The conference room was once again filled with the aroma of pizza.

In addition to the Joint Chiefs of Staff, several think tank experts were also brought in for analysis.

Kazimirz swept his serious gaze across the crowd, only to feel a sudden headache.

At first, everything seemed like an ordinary event, but as the Prism Building was further investigated, something was amiss.

I only asked them to change the password, so why is the University of Tokyo reacting so strongly... a bit too strongly, as if we're about to be in some extremely dangerous situation.

As the growing heat in the Western Pacific reached their home country, Rams and Kazimirz realized the seriousness of the situation:
The answer is obvious; the problem lies with the "big fish."

Just how important is the intelligence this big fish is carrying that it's driving the people on the other side of the Pacific crazy?

Prism Building first instinctively raised the security level of the "big fish," and then ordered it not to land at its original San Francisco airport, but to make an emergency landing in Sparks City.

Then Kazimirz and Rams were summoned by President Jefferson and asked a question:
What if the information from the "big fish" leads to uncontrollable consequences, such as a rabbit rapidly turning evil and fighting desperately?
Moreover, Jefferson told them that an ambassador had just disregarded protocol and requested an audience overnight, hoping to have the big fish deported directly from the airport, and hinted that he could make significant concessions in other areas in exchange.

Originally, the Empire would certainly not have cared about the consequences given its strength, but now the Lost Empire has been eyeing us covetously. Although it has become more docile after the Christmas campaign, who can guarantee that it is not lurking in some darkest corner, ready to take a bite out of us at any moment?
The Imperial Navy is capable of suppressing one region, but it would be overwhelmed if it had to deal with two heavyweight targets at the same time, which would lead to the complete failure of its global strategy.

Lifting the lid is easy, but what if you get stuck inside and are forced to operate on two separate lines?
It's like a middle-aged son-in-law finding out there's someone else in his bedroom. He's reluctant to leave the door open, but opening it might not necessarily bring him any advantage.

Rams couldn't answer, and Kazimirz could only remain silent.

The final question and answer session ended inconclusively, and Jefferson ultimately chose to trust Prism Building, while the two could only proceed according to the arrangement for the time being.

Meanwhile, looking at the think tank experts below, who were working enthusiastically, Kazimirz was even considering whether to deliberately kill the big fish and bring less trouble to this messed-up world.

However, time flies. Due to the plane's last-minute diversion to Sparks, the airport needed to adjust the landing order to allow for "jumping the queue." The landing time was delayed from 8:15 p.m. to 9:15 p.m. local time. Fortunately, the plane had enough fuel when it took off.

……

San Francisco

In a quiet alleyway at sunset, Tang Wen sat in the driver's seat of a Challenger muscle car, the same model as the one driven by his family, munching on a Lao Mo crepe (less spicy) that he had just bought from a 24-hour convenience store.

The co-pilot was Kronstadt, dressed in a dashing outfit, while the other three ship girls were squeezed into the back row. Since the Challenger was a two-door, four-seater sports car, Cheshire had to squat half-squat in the middle of the back row.

The latter, however, was taking advantage of the opportunity to secretly drink the Coke on the armrest box when he wasn't paying attention, and it was already empty when he was discovered.

"Hey no, spit out my Coke!"

Cheshire's response was cola-flavored saliva.

"Cough cough... Why haven't we heard anything yet?"

Tang Wen changed the subject, as he was genuinely worried and couldn't sleep, so he simply went to the site to "supervise" the work.

However, he only tried it out for a bit, and if anything became inconvenient, he would immediately return to the Greater Bay Area.

To conceal himself, Bumblebee disguised himself as an old-fashioned Challenger, prompting Tang Wen to stick his elbow out of the car window and wonder if he could now call himself Boss Tang.

It's almost 6 p.m. now, and the latest domestic information still shows that the passenger flight route remains unchanged, but that information is from two hours ago.

"Didi"

Tang Wen quickly took out his phone, glanced at it a few times, and then frowned:
"Emergency landing at Sparks? Where is that? Is there a teleportation point nearby?"

Looking at the map in his mind, he only saw two T6 and four T4 drones near Sparks Airport.

The T6 and T4 drones can also be used as teleportation anchor points, but unfortunately only he and the Phantom Pilot can use them; other captains cannot.

Sparks was certainly within the expected range, but unfortunately there were few rivers nearby. Within ten hours, they only had time to send a few drones there. The nearest anchor point, the submarine, was more than 100 kilometers away in the suburbs.

"This way, it's actually faster for us to set off from here; we only need to..."

Zhenhai pulled out a tourist map and estimated the scale based on it:
"The straight-line distance is 200 kilometers, and the total distance is about 400 kilometers. We have 3 hours, but considering the preparation for the operation, we only have 2.5 hours to get there."

Tang Wen did a quick calculation: "An average speed of 160 kilometers per hour... we'll probably get stopped by the cops, right?" [Bumblebee: Piece of cake, everyone please take your seats.]

The opinions of the Autobots were displayed on the internal communication channel, and Tang Wen no longer hesitated, fastened his seatbelt, and took a deep breath:

"set off!"

The next moment, the overloaded Dodge sports car made a smooth burnout start, drifted out of the alley with thick smoke, and then, to the astonishment of passersby, roared its engine to nearly 100 kilometers per hour. After breaking through several intersections in a series of colorblind maneuvers, it turned onto the sidewalk and sprinted directly towards a grassy slope, leaping over the ramp like an acrobatic act and jumping onto the highway.

Amidst a chorus of "F"s from the surrounding drivers, the Challenger accelerated wildly at full throttle, weaving through traffic with the agility of an eel.

A minute later, a highway patrol car belonging to the SFPD, which was lying in wait by the roadside, spotted the speeding maniac. Seeing 140 mph on the speedometer, the driver yelled "M**F**!" and immediately sped off, simultaneously calling for backup over the radio.

"Attention all teams! A car is speeding over 100% on Highway 40. Stop it!"

……

"It's good to make an emergency landing at Sparks, it's good to make an emergency landing at Sparks."

After the flight attendant announced that the plane had made an emergency landing in Sparks due to weather conditions, the middle-aged man muttered to himself repeatedly.

This shows that Prism Building values ​​him highly, which is good, very good.

Now he has nothing to worry about at all. There are only two hours left before landing, and he can already see the vast plains known as the land of the chosen ones through the porthole.

Xiaoqin also came over at this moment, staring at the land outside with almost greedy eyes, as if she could feel that all the shackles on her body had been removed and she was about to gain true freedom.

The two held hands, and more than an hour passed without them realizing it, until a flight attendant came to remind them:

"Sir/Madam, we are about to land. Please fasten your seatbelts and do not move. We have just received a message that someone on the ground will be there to meet you. Please follow me after landing."

"well."

The two quickly sat down and turned their gaze back to the window.

The plane gradually tilted forward and began to descend, and the ground became clearer and clearer.

Vast farms, free and beautiful towns, wide highways, reckless speeders—it's truly a land of freedom...etc.

The middle-aged man then noticed a convoy of cars with flashing red and blue lights on the road below. In front of them was a car that was much faster than an airplane, and its speed was estimated to be close to 300 kilometers per hour.

He shook his head slightly; after all, airplanes are much faster than cars, and soon they would be out of sight.

As expected, the passenger plane made a steady approach under the control tower's guidance, and the solid landing completely put both of them at ease.

As the chief flight attendant said, the passenger plane that was supposed to dock at the access gate stopped on the tarmac first, and a gangway came up and aligned with the cabin door.

As the pressure equalized, several agents rushed into the cabin and spotted the target. They immediately formed a circle around them to protect them. The leader introduced himself:
"I'm Jones, welcome to Civilization. You're safe now, please follow me. But I suggest you take off your trench coat, it's quite hot outside."

"it is good."

The middle-aged man took off his trench coat and held it in his hand, exhaled a long breath, and followed Jones forward, with agents on both sides blocking their way.

However, at that moment, an agent who came from outside blocked Jones's way and quickly said something.

The middle-aged man listened carefully, but could only understand one sentence Jones said:
"They're probably not after us, so we don't need to pay them any attention."

They continued onward, but he suddenly had a bad feeling.

He followed Jones out of the cabin, and a completely different kind of air rushed into his nostrils, which he was about to savor.

The image freezes on the bustling Sparks Airport.

Then there was Jones, turning around blankly with a horrified expression; then the twilight sky and the black-clad agents on either side; and then Qin's face.

He wanted to say something, but the bullet hole between his eyebrows had frozen his thoughts in that moment.

……

3406 meters away, on a small earthen slope.

Kronstadt quickly pulled back the bolt of the Mosin-Nagant, his hands moving almost in afterimages, firing all five bullets in one second.

The Challenger, having shaken off all the cops, stopped behind her, while the other ship girls and Tang Wen himself had already been teleported back to the bay. However, his perspective was attached to a T4 drone in an airport, zooming in and locking onto the gangway.

Within a mere second, the cleanup task was perfectly completed, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

Finally, another day of world peace has arrived.

Seeing the agents, looking as if facing a formidable enemy, already glancing in the direction of Kronstadt, Tang Wen knew that the reflection from the sniper scope had been detected—a deliberate flaw left undetected, and a thrilling escape was about to unfold.

Less than ten minutes later, Bumblebee, disguised as a Challenger, set off again with the white-haired agent, only this time the FIB was among the pursuing team.

Tang Wen looked down at this scene and silently murmured to himself:
Eagle, I'm keeping this from you for your own good; you wouldn't be able to handle it.

(End of this chapter)