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Chapter 542 Killed those Japanese! (Third update!)

"While we're at it, let's chat about our vision for the next ship!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the conference room sat up straight, their eyes all turning to Leng Yun, ready to listen attentively to his "vision"!
Or rather, the General Staff's design requirements for the next ship.

Under their gaze, Leng Yun turned two pages of her notebook, lingered on them for a moment, then looked up and said:
"Our next ship is expected to be over 8 tons!"

"As for how much is left, that is worth discussing, so this number is only tentative. After this ship is completed, it may be raised to 10 tons."

"It's just a rough estimate!"

"Then, regarding the overall layout, judging from the data of the entire construction process, the layout of the 001 we have is very unreasonable."

"Therefore, for the next aircraft carrier, we will try to adjust the layout ourselves, based on the 001, to make the layout more suitable for us."

"If new technologies become available during this period and are relatively inexpensive, they can be implemented."

"Actually, as someone from the General Staff, I would prefer that the next ship be equipped with an electromagnetic catapult system, and multiple electromagnetic catapult systems at that."

"In this way, our carrier-based aircraft sortie rate and payload will be greatly improved, and the design of naval carrier-based aircraft weapons will also be more flexible."

"Of course, these are just our ideas. Next, we need everyone's help to make them a reality!"

After Leng Yun finished speaking, he closed his notebook, turned his gaze to Tan Chuan, lingered on Tan Chuan for a moment, then fell on Lin Yi, and finally looked at the others:

"That's all I wanted to say. Next, let's hear a few words from our Director Zhu Jingyao!"

Tan Chuan led the applause, and the topic was then handed over to Zhu Jingyao.

He opened his notebook, his gaze fixed on the contents, and calmly said:

"These past few days, Mr. Cai Hengxun has been in Yanjing and has given a complete report on the progress of 001."

"According to his estimate, the ship will probably be completed in June."

"The next ship will be our first attempt at domestic production. Therefore, more comrades will be involved, and some will receive orders to go to other departments, especially the Navy's carrier-based aircraft department, to cooperate with the carrier-based aircraft department in research and development."

“We can’t offer any extra experience; what I can offer are different newcomers and funding.”

"Everything depends on everyone!"

That's all I wanted to say!

After Guo Song finished speaking, Leng Yun took over the topic again, "Everyone, that's all I wanted to say today. If you have no objections, then our meeting is adjourned."

"Everyone, please arrive early for tomorrow morning's event so we can take a big group photo together!"

After the two old men finished speaking, everyone present turned their attention to Tan Chuan. He was the chief designer, and Tan Chuan's lack of objection meant that they had no objection either.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Tan Chuan gently shook his head, indicating that he had nothing to say.

Upon receiving his signal, Leng Yun pulled out a chair and stood up:

"The meeting is dismissed!"

At a command, people began to leave the conference room. Lin Yi was about to follow when Leng Yun called out to him:

"Lin Yi, wait a minute!"

The call made Lin Yi stop in his tracks. After everyone else had left, he pushed Ji Shuangshuang aside before walking up to Leng Yun:

"President Leng!"

Do you have any ideas about electromagnetic catapults?

Lin Yi tilted his head and spread his hands: "Having ideas is useless!"

"This thing needs to be designed to fit an aircraft carrier layout, and there isn't one yet. Even if I make it, I can only test it in an open space. Without a designated open space for testing, it has absolutely nothing to do with an aircraft carrier deck!"

Across from him, Leng Yun seemed unsurprised by Lin Yi's answer. He patted Lin Yi on the shoulder and said, "As long as you can do it!"

"As long as it can be done!"

"Let's go back and get some rest!"

Back at his assigned accommodation, Lin Yi didn't rush to rest. Instead, he opened his laptop and continued working.

I had only been looking at it for a short while when Mao Xiaofei sent me a message:

"Boss, I've sent the budget you requested to your email. Please take a look!"

The message popped up suddenly. Lin Yi looked at it for a while before finally confirming that it was the surveillance budget he had mentioned.

I gave him three days, how come he finished in just a few hours?
With these questions in mind, Lin Yi opened his email and found the email sent by Mao Xiaofei.

It was a huge file, but fortunately, the shipbuilding industry's network cable was dedicated and had a fast speed. He downloaded and opened the relevant information without much effort.

The documents in the folder were numbered according to the order in which they were read. Lin Yi opened the file marked 001.

This is a PDF drawing.

It is a version converted from the materials released by Sadr Jr.

The monitoring lines and locations are clearly marked on this drawing.

Behind the drawings is the relevant budget.

Not much, just a mere $8.9 million.

After reviewing the relevant prices, Lin Yi took out his phone and sent another message to Mao Xiaofei:
[Increase the price by another 30%! Increase the planting density by another 20%! Give it to me within two hours!]

The message was sent and the other party replied with "ok".

After replying to the message, Lin Yi continued working. Less than two hours later, Mao Xiaofei sent back the revised plan.

The new blueprints show that the number of surveillance cameras has increased by about 23%, and the overall price has increased by about 37% compared to the previous version.

The total price reached $12.17 billion.

After checking, Lin Yi readily packaged the data and immediately sent it to Little Sader's email address, while also sending a message to him:

The data has been sent to your email; please check it yourself!

After sending the message, I turned off my laptop and leisurely walked into the bathroom to wash up.

the other side.

Baghdad, Iraq, at dusk, appears gloomy and oppressive due to the lack of sunlight; the air is heavy and makes people feel uncomfortable.

Little Sadr stood in front of a map, ran his finger across the streets on it, and asked:

"Are you sure this area has been thoroughly searched?"

Beside him stood Khalid and Mohammed, who were fully armed and looked more like American soldiers than Iraqis.

As Sadr asked, Khalid pressed his finger on the map, "Confirmed!"

"We sealed off the entire Block 1, and with the consent of the residents of Block 1 using some small supplies, we conducted a thorough search." "We didn't find those bastards."

“We are now preparing to search Block 2, but the problem is that the people in Block 1 need to make a living. The fact that we were able to lock down the area from morning to afternoon today is already a result of their great cooperation. If we continue to lock down the area, there will be problems.”

"But we don't have enough manpower, and your brother isn't cooperating with us!"

After hearing his idea, Sadr gently waved his right hand, rejecting Khalid's idea:
"There's no point in searching anymore, it's useless!"

"Huh?" Khalid was puzzled. If the search was useless, then all their efforts of the past few hours would have been wasted.
Just as he was about to ask a question, Sadr pressed his right index finger against the neighborhood they had searched that day:

“You 500-plus people spent more than 9 hours today searching the 2.1 square kilometer Block 1.”

"Block 1, being the northernmost and smallest block, is generally larger and more prosperous than the other blocks, which have a larger population."

“And there are nearly 30 such neighborhoods, and that’s just in Sadr City; there are also the surrounding areas, which are even larger than Sadr City.”

"You spend a day searching one block. How long are you planning to take to search this large area? Two months? Or three months?"

“And in such neighborhoods, there is a lot of foot traffic. Those bastards can easily move to other places when you’re not paying attention. Even if you’ve searched, it doesn’t mean they won’t go to the neighborhoods you’ve searched.”

"So it's unnecessary!"

After hearing Sadr's words, Khalid's gaze returned to the map.

The Sadr Movement is armed, and in order to formally become a political party in Iraq, Sadr agreed to some of the demands of the parliament.

One of the biggest demands of the parliament was that the Sadr Movement, along with its armed personnel, maintain order in the northern part of the city.

The area they maintain is the northern part of the Tigris-Samra Canal region, which is about 75 square kilometers in total. Apart from those maintaining their own base, the Sadr Movement can only mobilize about 1000 people.

Maintaining order in such a large area is an incredibly difficult task.

But they have no choice but to accept it; otherwise, they cannot enter Congress, and without entering Congress, they cannot become a true political party.

Then they will forever be considered opposition forces, and if the government forces are in a bad mood and join forces with America, they will smash their heads.

They recreated their melee in Najaf in 2006.

Thinking of his comrades who died tragically back then, Khalid asked in a low voice, "So how do we break this deadlock?"

“It’s very simple!” Little Sader raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion across the large area controlled by Sader’s movements.
"Cry! Then take the order and give the order back!"

"The news of your daytime blockade should have spread by now. People with some influence should be busy trying to find connections and ask us not to interfere with their business."

"Those who have no connections are either leaving or busy hoarding supplies."

"So tomorrow, your job isn't to search for the enemy, but to stand guard in the streets!"

"You don't need to target anyone. Just stand guard and maintain order as usual. If anyone objects, then arrest them."

"And loudly proclaim to everyone that Congress came up with this solution for everyone's safety, so we hope everyone will cooperate."

"Remember, you must vigorously promote that it is Congress!"

Khalid was a smart man. After Sadr Jr. said that the idea of ​​vigorously promoting the propaganda was the idea of ​​Congress, he realized that Sadr Jr. was trying to divert hatred.

Baghdad has a total population of over 7 million, and the area they are in charge of, although mostly new urban areas, still has a population of 1.5 to 1.6 million.

It affects the lives of 1.5 to 1.6 million people, and their voices of opposition are far more powerful than their few words alone.

He nodded, "I'll arrange for people to patrol and stand guard right now!"

After speaking, he turned and left quickly, while Little Sader, who remained behind, took out a printed document from the drawer next to the map, looked at the document, and chuckled.

As he laughed, in the 21st block of Sadr City center.

Mossad agent Albert, under the cover of his teammates, entered a house that looked quite ordinary.

As soon as he entered, he saw a familiar face.

ISI leader Badri.

Upon seeing the other party, Albert immediately gave a mocking smile: "So it's Mr. Badri. I was wondering who in this godforsaken place like Iraq would send me a private contact signal."

"Oh it's you!"

"What, has the dog that went out gotten hungry and now knows to come back begging for food?"

"Don't glare at me like that. It won't do you any good. If I die, you'll all die too!"

"Tell me, what do you want by contacting me!"

Opposite him, Badri had a bandage on his forehead and his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he stared intently at Albert.

He had an expression that said he was ready to tear the person in front of him to pieces and swallow them whole, skin and all.

But in the end, despite his fierce expression, he spoke in a very gentle voice:

We need support!

The next second, Albert's sarcasm came straight at me: "Ha! The dog really did come back hungry!"

After finishing his taunts, he shifted his posture in the chair and glanced sideways at Badri:

“The dog was hungry and came back. As its owner, I should naturally give it two bones.”

"But you have to prove your worth. A dog, at least, can guard the house. What good are you?"

Badri wanted to say that he could help him get rid of those Iraqis, but when he thought about the fighting power of those Iraqis, he could only lower his head and pretend to be dead without saying a word.

Seeing his wretched appearance, Albert let out another cold laugh, then tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of his chair and said softly:
"I'm going to give you a task now!"

"There is a group of Japanese people on 32nd Street and 13th Avenue. According to our information, these Japanese people are buying up land in Iraq."

"They want to be the masters of this place! They even named 13th Street 'Japan Street'!"

"You have only one task: demolish that Japanese street and kill all those Japanese!"

"I'm going to throw the whole of Iraq into chaos, understand?"

Badri was stunned when he heard Albert order him to kill the Japanese.

He asked to himself, as if speaking to himself, "Aren't Japan and America allies? Isn't America an ally of you?"

"Won't America be angry if you do this?"

Before he could finish speaking, Albert let out a disdainful sneer: "America is a dog too, only a higher one than you. A dog raised by a dog is not my dog!"

"A dog raised by a dog, daring to covet its master's land, must bear the corresponding price."

"This price must be severe, it must terrify them. It's a pity the Japanese never learn their lesson, and they're utterly useless!"

"So I hope you won't be too useless!"

(End of this chapter)