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Chapter 416 What If You Became the Captain of an Aircraft Carrier! (Second Update!)

Upon receiving this question, Cao Bin slowly turned to look at the people in the workshop, then took a step forward, put his hands behind his back, leaving Gao Hai with an inscrutable back view.

When Gao Hai looked up at him, Cao Bin calmly said:

"Maybe... they were just unlucky!"

"Luck?" Gao Hai murmured, then slowly focused his gaze on the busy people in the distance.

Can this explanation still be used?

After a moment of self-doubt, he recalled what those people had said when Tan Chuan had them conduct the replication experiment.

There are many words, but the core meaning is the same.

The yield rate may be a bit low.

If we use luck to explain the low success rate, it seems... it seems to make sense.

Thinking of this, Gao Hai took out his notebook from his pocket and carefully wrote the word "luck" on it with a fountain pen.

After writing those two characters, he pondered for a moment, and then wrote the characters for "good fortune" and "consecration" on top of them.

Two horizontal lines were added under these two words to indicate their emphasis.

After doing all this, the confusion on his face disappeared. He then got up from the shadows, patted his butt, and said, "Engineer Cao, I'm going to talk to your boss. Give me a call when you've finished processing the parts!"

"I'm here to take some photos and record some videos!"

After explaining things to Cao Bin, Gao Hai turned around and ran towards the administration building of the special alloy company. In just a few minutes, he appeared in the archives room of the administration building.

Seeing the figure busy at the desk in the archives, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then quietly walked over.

Before we even got close, a clear voice came from ahead:

"Aren't you keeping an eye on things in the workshop?"

"If you don't carefully write down those procedures, and the goods don't ship, you'll accuse me of messing with you!"

As the sound rang out, Lin Yi stopped typing, picked up his teacup, and turned to look at Gao Hai.

Seeing Lin Yi stop working, Gao Hai walked around to the side, picked up the paper documents on the table, glanced at them, and then peered at the computer screen:
"Have you finished organizing the data?"

“It will take a few more days!” Lin Yi took a sip of tea and continued to lean lazily against the table. “There are too many paper documents. I plan to convert all the paper documents into electronic documents so that they can be easily accessed later.”

"Speaking of which, if you were the captain of the first aircraft carrier, how would you use it?"

"Hmm..." This question was a bit tricky. Gao Hai rested his chin on his right hand, tilted his buttocks, and sat down on the table in front of Lin Yi. His left hand fingers moved erratically as he began to count:
"As the captain of our country's first aircraft carrier, in addition to being the captain, he is also the commander of the first carrier battle group. In terms of rank, he should be at least a rear admiral, or even a vice admiral."

"I'm a major now, and if I want to become the captain when the ship is launched next year, I have to skip the ranks of lieutenant colonel, colonel, and senior colonel!"

"There is only one way to skip so many levels in a year: I must take down America's base in Guam all by myself, with just a knife."

"Or just use a knife to kill America's Third Fleet."

"Only in this way can I become the aircraft carrier captain and carrier battle group commander you mentioned."

Hearing Gao Hai discussing the issue so earnestly, Lin Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Assumptions! Do you even understand what assumptions are? You blockhead!"

“Okay! Let’s assume!” Gao Hai raised his hand in an OK gesture, then crossed his arms over his chest. “If it’s just an assumption, then it’s much easier!”

"I'll go to Tokyo, Japan first to wish them a Happy New Year!"

Happy New Year in advance!

"I'm going to buy those firecrackers, those 1-shot firecrackers, and hang them on the bow of the boat so I can set them off!"

"I'll set off fireworks all night at the mouth of Tokyo Bay!"

"Celebrate! Be happy!"

Everyone is happy!

When he got excited, Gao Hai even showed off his ventriloquism, using whistles to simulate the sound of fireworks shooting through the sky.

After listening for a while, Lin Yi tilted his head and asked very seriously:

"So, you were actually thinking very seriously about how you could jump from major to major general, or even lieutenant general, within a year?"

Gao Hai, who seemed particularly excited, turned around and said calmly, "Yes! Is there a problem?"

"Haven't you heard America's famous saying? A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier."

"No problem!" Lin Yi poured the remaining tea into his mouth and turned back to continue organizing the documents.

He was organizing the documents, and Gao Hai was looking at them beside him. Although he didn't quite understand them, he just looked at them and that was it.

During a busy lunch break, just as Cao Bin was about to head out for lunch, he pushed open the door to the archives room carrying two lunchboxes:
"Senior brothers, I brought you the food!"

After placing the boxed lunch in front of Lin Yi, he said to Lin Yi, "When I was getting food at the cafeteria over there, I saw President Ji. President Ji said that Mr. Sader called you, but couldn't get through."

"I told you to let me know when I see you, so you can call me back when you have time."

Hearing this, Lin Yi took his lunchbox and went out of the office building of the Special Alloy Company. He found a shady spot, turned on his phone, found Little Sader's number, and dialed it.

Sadr's voice came quickly from the other end: "The matter has been investigated, and the situation may be a bit serious!"

"The 400 kilograms of raw materials, five sets of fuses, and 10 drones from Kubas were bought by a guy named Coleman."

"After careful verification, we discovered that the guy's real name is not Coleman, but Saltat, and he is a member of the ISI Kirkuk branch of the Baghdad Battalion."

"In other words, that batch of supplies fell into the hands of ISI."

"Given those guys' habits, they'll definitely use these things soon once they get their hands on them."

"400 kilograms and 10 drones are enough to carry out a terrorist attack that will shock the world."

"I'll send you the serial number of the lost drone later. I hope the method you mentioned earlier will work."

"Apart from that, the people who attacked Kubas were indeed Turkish."

"But those people don't seem to be from the Turkish National Intelligence Organization."

"More like... mercenaries kept by someone."

"That's all the information I have. I'm hanging up now; I need to take care of some things."

Sadr Jr. acted swiftly and decisively, hanging up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

A short while later, a notification popped up on Lin Yi's phone that an email had arrived.

With a sigh, he got up from under the shade of the tree, picked up his lunchbox, and walked towards the telecommunications company's office building.

What a bunch of incompetent teammates.

Back in his office, Lin Yi stuffed two spoonfuls of rice into his mouth and quickly opened his email.

The email contained the serial numbers of 10 drones. With a click of the mouse, Lin Yi forwarded the email to Mao Xiaofei's inbox in the next second.

The email was sent successfully, and immediately afterwards, he called Mao Xiaofei:
"I sent you the serial numbers of 10 drones. Can you check if these 10 drones have any online records?"

Checking whether a drone has an online record is not a complicated process. After Lin Yi made the request, Mao Xiaofei said "Wait a moment" on the other end of the phone, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

About ten minutes later, Mao Xiaofei's voice rang out:

"Of these 10 drones, only two have an online record."

"The drone with the serial number ending in 0751h was activated five days ago in an area called Sadr City in northeastern Baghdad, Iraq. The activation lasted about 10 minutes, and it hasn't been activated since then."

"The drone with serial number ending in 0864m was launched in the same area as 0751h. Then, this drone was launched again two days ago, in Syria."

"The location is roughly at the confluence of the three branches of the Tigris River."

The Tigris River estuary...

After briefly recalling the map of the Middle East he had seen, Lin Yi quickly found two places in his mind that matched Mao Xiaofei's description.

The first location is in the southeast of Deir ez-Zor province, north of the small town of Mayadin.

Meanwhile, further upstream on the Tigris River, near the capital of Raqqa province in another Syrian province, there is a smaller river.

Combining this with the information previously revealed by Sadr Jr., things become very clear.

ISI, or someone from an unknown organization, purchased from Kubas the items that Kubas had stolen from the THAAD organization.

Then this guy, carrying his things, headed northwest along the Tigris River.

The western part of Raqqa province is a very famous location.

Aleppo.

This place is a melting pot of ethnicities; in my past life, it could be considered the stronghold of terrorist organizations.

You can find all sorts of shady organizations and all sorts of shady people here.

Therefore, it is highly likely that those people will enter Aleppo.

If that's the case, perhaps we should notify Russia?
Or perhaps no notification is required.

Various thoughts flashed through Lin Yi's mind, only to be thrown out of his head. He sighed softly, forwarded the email to Wei Jianguo at the West Suburbs Aerospace Control Center, and then casually made a phone call.

Wei Jianguo was probably eating while playing on his phone when the call was dialed and he answered immediately.

Lin Yi spoke first to the person opposite him: "Director Wei, several drones belonging to my Middle Eastern client have been stolen. I have sent the serial numbers of these drones to your email."

"Could you use the satellite system to actively locate these drones?"

"Our own company's system showed that these drones had been in Deir ez-Zor, Syria."

"Your control center just needs to focus on monitoring the area around Aleppo."

At the West Suburbs Aerospace Control Center, Wei Jianguo put down the phone, opened his email, and sure enough, there was an email inside.

Drag the mouse to select and print.

Holding the printed paper, Wei Jianguo rushed into the command center, handed the drone's serial number to his subordinates, and asked them to enter it into the system.

With the satellite system in place, satellites flying over the Middle East adjusted their lenses and remotely controlled the direction of radar signals, aiming at the northwestern region of Syria.

When the satellite passes over the target area, it transmits a guidance signal toward the ground, which in turn guides the drone's positioning system to respond.

Guided continuously by more than a dozen satellites, the 10 shut-down drones successively sent out response signals.

The specific location of these flashing signals is in Idlib.

Once he had figured out the target's location, Wei Jianguo immediately shared the information with Lin Yi. In addition, he also sent a copy to the General Assembly.

Suzhou.

Looking at the message shared by Wei Jianguo, Lin Yi subconsciously tried to guess ISI's next move, but after thinking hard for a while, he suddenly realized that there was very little information about ISI, making it almost impossible to analyze their movements.

Feeling somewhat irritated, Lin Yi pressed his hands against his head and started poking at it, turning his hair into a mess. Only then did he begin to organize the data, extracting the key points and creating a separate document, which he then sent to Little Sader.

Najaf, looking at the information that appeared in the encrypted email, Sadr Jr. breathed a long sigh of relief.

With so much explosives, if it were to explode in Baghdad, it would detonate instantly.

But now the other party has gone to Syria, and the people there are not Iraqis. They are dead, and it has nothing to do with me.

With his tense nerves relaxed, Sadel slumped into the chair like a cooked noodle.

After lying there for a while, he beckoned Khalid over and whispered some instructions:
"Now you have people spread rumors that the ISI is preparing to attack Aleppo!!"

"It must be presented as truthfully!"

Meanwhile, the ISI executives they were talking about were actually in Aleppo.

In a very ordinary electronics store, Badri stood with his arms crossed, smiling broadly as he looked at the repairman in front of him.

Between the two was a drone that had been turned off.

Several cables were plugged into the drone, and the other end was connected to the computer in front of the repairman.

The repairman typed on the computer for a long time, then finally helplessly spread his hands:
"Sir, your device has a signal lock. Unless you keep it off, it will be detected by their core database as soon as you turn it on."

Upon hearing this, Badri sighed, waved for someone to pick up the drone in front of him, and turned to walk out of the shop.

They had barely returned to their camp in Aleppo, barely settled in, when a phone call came in:

“Mr. Badri, I hope you won’t be late for our deal tomorrow.”

"By the way, our boss found out about your amazing feat and decided to give you an even better discount, bringing the overall price down to 50% of the original price."

"If Mr. Badri has no objections, then please arrive at the town of Azaz in northern Syria at the agreed time to prepare to receive the weapons and equipment."

After hanging up the phone, Badri calmly looked at everyone.

During this time, Israelis contacted him, Turks contacted him, and of course, people from America contacted him.

The three groups of people had different purposes in seeking him out.

The Israelis approached him to provide him with weapons and money, intending to have him carry out the teachings of extremist Muslims.

The Turks approached him wanting to fund a batch of weapons and then have them work for Türkiye.

As for America seeking them out, it was to drop aerial bombs.

Now that he's going to make a deal with these guys, he can't afford to be careless.

Be careful, you can't go wrong.

(End of this chapter)