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Chapter 570 A President Can Be Dead! (Second Update!)
Mijelavlovich's words stunned Sergei and Igor on the spot.

It's stronger than any tank on the market!

Both are strong!

They didn't know how to evaluate this statement—whether to comment that the person who said it was stupid, or to call him as dumb as a pig.

There is no such thing as the "strongest tank" internationally; there are only specifications and data.

按照指标数据，最强的是德国豹2A7，这款坦克主火炮是一门120毫米Rh120-L55滑膛炮。

This is an artillery piece manufactured by the German company Rheinmetall.

The mainstream ammunition configuration is the DM63/DM73 fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing projectile, a multi-purpose high-explosive anti-tank projectile.

When the DM63 is fired, it can penetrate 700-750 mm of homogeneous armor at a distance of 2000 meters.

Moreover, this ammunition also comes in a depleted uranium version, which is more expensive.

In terms of protection, it uses an improved composite armor, which has stronger defensive capabilities.

In addition to its offensive and defensive capabilities, this tank also excels in mobility and information technology. After being exhibited in 2010, it was selected by several countries as the standard for next-generation tanks.

The tank with the second-highest performance metrics is the M1A2-SEP-V2 version from America.

The firepower configuration is almost identical to that of the Leopard 2A7, because the 120mm M256 smoothbore gun used by this tank is the Americana version of the Rh120 smoothbore gun produced under license. The only difference is that the Americana version has a caliber of L44, while the Leopard 2A7 has an L55, and the muzzle velocity of the shell is higher.

It primarily fires the M829 series depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, but is also equipped with the M830 high-explosive anti-tank rounds and the AMP multi-purpose rounds.

Because America has abundant resources and money, this tank is stronger in terms of protection and information technology.

As for the power, it uses a 1500-horsepower gas turbine, and its top speed is slightly lower than that of the Leopard 2A7.

The third-ranked indicator is the Russian T90MS.
The main gun is Russia's favorite 125mm 2A46M-5 smoothbore gun.

Equipped with an automatic loader, 8 rounds per minute.

It possesses explosive reactive armor and an infrared jamming system.

机动性比起豹2A7和M1A2-SEP-V2的速度要差一些，但是非常适合俄罗斯的极端气候。

As for information technology...

Russians never admit defeat!

These three tanks differ in their currently revealed performance indicators, but in actual combat, no one can give a definitive answer as to which one is stronger or weaker.

Now someone is actually jumping out and saying that their tanks are better than any other tanks on the market!
Either this person is dreaming, or he hasn't woken up yet.

A mocking smile appeared on Sergei's lips, and he was about to speak, but the words caught in his throat as his brows furrowed.

Let's assume this person is dreaming.

Is it possible that this tank is a code name?
Thinking of this possibility, Sergei slowly turned his head to look at Mijelavlovich:

"Mr. Mijelavlovich, you believe that this tank is not actually a tank, but rather a code name, right?"

Mijelavnovich was pleased that Sergei had seen through his thoughts, and he nodded slightly: "Yes!"

"I suspect that this so-called tank is actually just a code name!"

"What Saudi Arabia wants to ship is not tanks, but something else."

“I wouldn’t think this way if it were another country, but it’s Saudi Arabia and China.”

"One of these two countries is rich, and the other wants to make money."

"Back then, when the two of them got together, China made a big move and sold a bunch of missiles, including a huge one."

"So the Saudis don't have control, but it's still a big guy, and it has a deterrent effect!"

"Now they want to make another deal, and they're even letting Saudi Arabia come to us to lease planes."

"The only explanation is that Saudi Arabia and they have reached a new deal."

"I suspect that the original batch of missiles has expired, and now they need to replace them with a new batch."

"There's even a possibility that what's being replaced isn't a batch of missiles, but just one!"

After stating his conjecture, Mijelavlovich's face contorted into a bitter expression.

He didn't want to think that way, but the problem was, these two guys had criminal records!
Having a criminal record makes it perfectly reasonable to think that way!
The difference between a batch of missiles and a single missile is huge, enormous!

If it's a batch of missiles, then it's a conventional warhead.

But if three planes are carrying one, then it's 100% an intercontinental ballistic missile, and moreover, a nuclear warhead!

madman!

They're all crazy!

Sergei and Igor were clearly aware of the problem, and their hearts skipped a beat.

The two men looked at Mijelavlovich simultaneously, wanting to hear the president's opinion, but when they looked over, they found that Mijelavlovich was also looking at them, clearly wanting an opinion as well.

The three of them stared at each other for a few seconds.

Sergei broke the silence:

"I think we'd better not make wild guesses. Although China is very poor, they have their own bottom line."

"It's impossible for three planes to transport one missile; it must be a batch!"

There is an old Chinese saying: "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."

"My personal suggestion is to find an opportunity to release this information."

"Let Europe and America test the waters. We'd better pretend we don't know anything."

Sergei's suggestion was impartial and quite good. Mijeraflorich thought about it for a moment, nodded, and agreed with the idea.

Having received permission, Sergei immediately took his leave.

This information cannot be leaked directly; it needs to be processed in a certain way and leaked seemingly unintentionally.

In this way, those who receive the intelligence will not suspect that it was deliberately leaked, and only in this way will they be willing to verify it.

What you verify yourself is far more authentic than what others give you!

In the office, Igor was also preparing to leave, but just as he was about to say goodbye, Mijelavlovich called him back:
"By the way, how's the progress of our T90MS informatization?"

"Also, besides information technology, what's the status of the production and manufacturing of other parts? Do you have any information about that?"

These questions made Igor want to slap himself twice.

He should have run away with Sergei. If they had just run away, Mijelavlovich would have forgotten about it after tonight, or even less.

You can pass the test by yourself.

But now, I'm all left behind!

Oh shit!

After mentally grumbling to himself, Igor wore a sorrowful expression and gently shook his head:

"very bad!"

"When the Soviet Union collapsed, many of our experts went to Europe and America, taking with them their most valuable production experience."

"We are still conducting archaeological work, and the relevant production experience is still being tested step by step."

"All I can say is that if a war breaks out, we have enough supplies."

“As for more, I’m sorry…” Igor lowered his head appropriately, then raised it again after a while:
"Moreover, because many of our factories are located in high-altitude and cold regions, we can only operate for a few months a year. We can't compete with them internationally!"

"If we can't compete internationally, then we'll just have to use it ourselves."

"But our defense budget is also not much. Even if we use it ourselves, we can't support all the factories."

Mijeraflorich seemed to have anticipated Igor's response. After hearing his words, his expression remained unchanged; he simply sighed softly.

Finally, without saying a word, he raised his right hand and waved it gently.

Having received the signal, Igor greeted Mijelavnovich, then turned and left without hesitation.

On the other side, at the hotel where Salle was staying.

Around midnight, he picked up the phone and dialed Saeed's number in Saudi Arabia.

The call connected, and his deep voice came through: "I've leaked the relevant information to Mijelavlovich. Right now, he should be discussing the so-called tanks with his people."

"According to their past practices, this news should have leaked out immediately and then fallen into the hands of the American or Israeli people."

"To be honest, I'm very worried that this information will end up in Lin Yi's hands. If he finds out that we deliberately leaked this information, we're finished!"

“Don’t worry!” Said’s gentle voice came through the receiver, beginning to reassure Saler:
"You don't need to worry about that. When he says he's not responsible for transportation and lets you decide for yourself whether to use sea or air freight, what he's really saying is that he's not in charge of confidentiality!"

"He has already implicitly agreed that you might leak classified information!"

"So, we can leak information appropriately, but we can't be too careless. If we are too careless, he will get angry."

"Starting tomorrow, you should have a good talk with the Russians about oil."

“After each day’s negotiations, remember to post something on your social media account.”

"Just say the negotiations went smoothly or something like that, to put pressure on America!"

Saeed's gentle voice gradually calmed Salle down.

After hanging up the phone, he sat in the room for a while, then closed his eyes, lay down on the bed, and started to sleep.

He fell asleep.

The news he brought was indeed not sleeping.

After Sergei's adjustment, the news changed to Saudi Prince Sall purchasing cargo for 30 An-124 cargo planes from Russia, including missiles, tanks, and anti-aircraft missiles.

Russia, on the other hand, generously displayed its S-400 air defense missile system.

Alongside this bombshell news, there was another piece of gossip.

That was Prince Sall, who had also rented three planes from Russia, intending to use those three planes to transport a tank back from China.

This little-known fact was buried among the cargo of the 30 Saudi planes and went largely unnoticed.

But along with the cargo of those 30 planes, it was also transmitted to Europe and to America.

America's European Command.

Being woken up in the middle of the night, Commander Hilde of the European Command was very annoyed. He wanted to find a stick and beat up everyone in front of him.

But there was nothing we could do; they said they had very urgent intelligence.

He pinched the space between his eyebrows, forcibly waking himself from his drowsy state, and reached out his hand to the person in front of him:
"Give me the intelligence!"

The intelligence officer below carefully handed the documents to Hilde with both hands.

He took it, opened it with a serious expression, and couldn't hold back his emotions after just two glances.

As he slammed the documents onto the table, he stood up, pressed his right hand against the documents, and roared at the intelligence officer in front of him:
"Are you a stupid pig?"

"Tell me, how much supplies can 30 An-124 aircraft transport?"

"Then tell me about the military supplies transported by the 30 An-124 aircraft."

"How much money do you need?"

Tell me!

"You haven't even figured things out, yet you're analyzing this intelligence so seriously. Is that really necessary?"

"This intelligence is obviously fake!"

"What's the point of analyzing it?"

The intelligence officers in front of him remained silent, their heads bowed, seemingly resigned to their fate.

After he finished cursing, one of the intelligence officers whispered:
"Our analysis is based on Saudi Arabia's retaliation against the tanks that were seized by their country a few days ago."

"Therefore, we speculate that Saudi Arabia may indeed purchase a batch of supplies from Russia."

"We suspect it's mainly anti-aircraft missiles."

"But based on our understanding of Russia, Russia probably won't sell air defense missiles separately; they'll likely bundle them with many other things."

"If it gets infected with some miscellaneous things, even 30 An-124s can't actually carry that much."

When the intelligence officer's explanation reached Hilde's ears, he thought about it carefully and found that it seemed...it seemed to make a lot of sense.

Russians are abstract.

They always like to stab their negotiating partner in the back during the negotiation process.

Buying anti-aircraft missiles and attaching a bunch of other random things to them is definitely something they would do.

He sighed helplessly and waved his hand, signaling the group of people in front of him to leave.

After everyone left, he took out his personal cell phone from the drawer and dialed a number.

The call connected, and a cheerful old man's voice came from the other end:
"Hilde, if I'm not mistaken, it must be late at night where you are!"

"Why are you calling me so late at night? Is something wrong?"

Hilde recounted in detail the intelligence she had received and the events that had occurred in the Central Theater to the person on the phone.

The person on the phone fell silent after hearing this.

The silence lasted for a full four or five minutes before the person on the other end finally broke it:
"Our president is trying to break the pattern established after the Cold War."

"There are advantages and disadvantages to doing this."

"The advantage is that once war breaks out, it becomes very easy for people in the military to climb the ranks."

"The downside is that it's not 1940 now!"

"Our president's actions are very similar to those of Kennedy, who tried to replicate Roosevelt but also loved to eat alone."

"The president can die!"

"JFK Kennedy was so greedy and selfish that he ended up dying!"

"He's dead, and everything's back to normal!"

"So you can decide for yourselves. If our black president really goes too far, you can consider giving him a brainwave or opening your heart."

"Anything goes!"

"Also, I suggest you don't focus too much on those 30 Russian planes; I suggest you focus on the accompanying message."

"That is, the news that Saudi Arabia chartered three planes to transport goods to China."

"I suspect they're transporting something huge, a super huge thing!"

(End of this chapter)