I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

Chapter 68 Boss, you're wanted!

Chen Zheng's finger hovered over the "Global Ranking System" button for two seconds before he poked it.

The screen suddenly went dark, then burst into a dazzling golden light, like the opening animation of some epic game.

A line of large characters emerged from the golden light—

[Global Industrial Strength Ranking!]

Below is a line of smaller print: "This ranking is based on the comprehensive industrial strength, technological reserves, production capacity, regional influence, and other dimensions of each factory, and is updated every hour."

Chen Zheng squinted, his gaze sweeping down from the first place.

No. 1: Lockheed Martin

Products: F-22 Raptor fighter jet, F-35 Lightning II, Trident I submarine-launched ballistic missile, AGM-158C long-range anti-ship missile*

Total industrial output: 988374200!

No. 2: Boeing

Products: AH-64 Apache, CH-47 Chinook, P-8 Poseidon, Minuteman II intercontinental ballistic missile*

Total industrial output: 912447600

N3: Northrop Grumman

Products: B-2 Spirit strategic bomber, Global Hawk unmanned aerial vehicle, James Webb Space Telescope*

Total industrial output: 876221300!

No. 4: Raytheon Technologies

Products: Patriot air defense system, Tomahawk cruise missile, AIM-120 advanced medium-range air-to-air missile. Total industrial value: 845991000!

No. 5: General Dynamics

*Products: M1 Abrams main battle tank, Virginia-class nuclear submarine, F-16 fighter jet*

Total industrial output: 798443200!

Seeing the rankings above is actually somewhat—despairing!

Damn it, the top five are all international companies.

What does this equate to?

You discover you ranked fifth in your class, but the four students ahead of you are quadruplets—that's a shock.

Hey--

Hold! ! !

Chen Zheng's gaze continued to sweep downwards, the numbers getting smaller and smaller, the rankings getting lower and lower.

Companies are starting to appear in droves in my hometown—

No. 8: Aviation Industry Corporation of China (AVIC)

Products: J-20 stealth fighter jet, Y-20 strategic transport aircraft, Wing Loong series UAVs*

Total industrial output: 654221800

No. 11: China North Industries Group Corporation (NORINCO)

Products: VT-4 main battle tank, AR-3 rocket launcher, HJ series anti-tank missiles.

Total industrial output: 543887300

No. 15: China Aerospace Science and Technology Corporation (CASC)

Products: Long March series carrier rockets, Dongfeng Express series, Beidou navigation satellites. Total industrial value: 487331600!

Chen Zheng's thumb slid rapidly across the screen, the numbers dropping from hundreds of millions to tens of millions, then from tens of millions to millions, and the ranking slipped from the teens to the hundreds, then from the hundreds to the thousands.

More than 20,000.

He slowed down and scrolled down one square at a time.

No. 23847: Luhansk Tractor Plant *Products: Agricultural tractors, T-72 tank refurbishment.

Total industrial output: 12843!

No. 23848: Damascus Steel Complex Products: Construction Steel, Mortar Shells; Total Industrial Value: 12796

No. 23849: Latakia Furniture Factory —

Products: Wooden tables and chairs, rifle stocks, RPG-7 launcher grip*

Total industrial output: 12541

Chen Zheng's fingers stopped.

Next, it's—

No. 23850: Monster Factory Products: AKM assault rifle (copy), Stechkin APS submachine pistol (copy), "Mosquito" series suicide drones!!!

Total industrial output: 12007.

His eyes were fixed on that line of text, and his lips slowly parted to reveal a set of white teeth.

It wasn't easy, but I finally got to see mine.

If you slide down further, you'll see the penguins' "military factory" in the Arctic.

Then his gaze shifted to the right and he saw the comment box following the ranking.

Next to a cartoon monster head wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigar, a line of text is written in red cursive English—

"A nouveau riche who's been tinkering with AKs in a cave, thinks he's all that just because he bombed a lieutenant general with a KT board-made drone, bro. There are still over 23,000 companies ahead of you that haven't gone bankrupt yet. Get in line! By the way, the Luhansk Tractor Plant above you makes tanks, what about you? — Greetings from Lockheed Martin!"

???

Dog system!!!

Lockheed Martin.

He repeated the name.

[The Tower Climbing Reward System is officially activated!]

The screen suddenly changed; the original leaderboard disappeared, replaced by a huge tower that seemed to pierce the clouds.

The tower is composed of countless glowing steps, each marked with a number and a lock. The steps become smaller and more numerous as you go up, until they are so densely packed at the top that they are almost invisible.

It's like a match-3 puzzle game.

The base of the tower reads: [Global Industry Ranking Climbing Program—Unlock generous rewards for every 1000 places surpassed!]

Chen Zheng squinted, his gaze sweeping upwards from the bottom of the tower.

Current ranking: 23850

Next goal: Within the top 23000 (outperforming 850)

Prize: F-16E parts drawing package (choose one from: landing gear door hydraulic actuator, leading edge flap cable tie, and speed brake honeycomb structure component!)

Note: Can't make complete machines or even parts? Let's start by practicing as an outsourcing contractor!

PS: Sir/Madam, would you like some American goods? Discount! Discount! Discount target: Top 22000. Reward: Complete set of blueprints for the Soviet 2A4 230mm autocannon (including deep hole drilling technology for the barrel, ammunition feeding mechanism, and recoil mechanism).

Note: This is a powerful weapon from an infantry fighting vehicle. If you take it off and mount it on a pickup truck, everyone who comes will have to call it "daddy."

Target: Within 21000 Reward: Full technology package of portable air defense missile (man-portable shoulder-fired, infrared guided) Note: Make Assad's helicopters never dare to fly low over your head again.

Target: Within 20000 Reward: Core manufacturing process of laser gyroscope (including micro-polishing technology and mirror coating formula)

Note: Inertial navigation is the soul of navigation. Missiles can't hit their targets? That's because your gyroscope is faulty.

Target: Within 19000. Reward: Auto-tightening process for a certain type of 155mm howitzer barrel (including electroslag remelting furnace operation manual and barrel chrome plating formula).

Note: Can you achieve a barrel length ratio exceeding 45? Yes, you can.

Target: Within 18000. Reward: A complete technology package for reconnaissance and strike unmanned aerial vehicles (including satellite data link, synthetic aperture radar, and four air-to-ground missiles).

Note: The Pro Mauitra version of the mosquito drone costs over a million US dollars per unit, with profits skyrocketing.

Chen Zheng's breathing began to become uneven.

His finger paused on the screen for a moment, then continued swiping down; the rewards were becoming increasingly outrageous and tempting.

Target: Within the top 8000 Reward: Supersonic anti-ship missile seeker technology package (active radar + infrared imaging dual-mode)

Note: Those oil tankers in the Persian Gulf are like mobile gold mines in your eyes.

Target: Top 5000 Reward: Small nuclear thermal propulsion reactor design (space reactor, 100 kilowatt class)

Note: Who told you that arms dealers can only sell TNT? Have you heard of nuclear-powered cruise missiles?

Target: Within the top 3000. Reward: Thermal protection material formula for a certain type of intercontinental ballistic missile reentry vehicle (RV). Note: Launched from a cave, it lands in Central Park, New York, separated only by an app.

Chen Zheng's finger stopped at the very bottom of the screen.

At the top of the tower, there was a line of golden words, but they were bound by chains and the details were not visible. Only a few words could be vaguely discerned: "————World's Number One———— Solution—————— Ultimate ————"

Can't see clearly—

But he had a feeling, it was awesome!

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Why have I never seen a privately owned factory grow into a large and powerful enterprise?

Later on, many military blueprints were completely controlled by large companies and countries, and Monster Factory would definitely have to face this problem in the later stages.

Now, with each level 3 advancement, hey—as long as you keep your head down and work hard, the rewards will naturally come your way!

At this moment, Li Yang also woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw Chen Zheng sitting by the window, his face pressed against the porthole glass. Outside were white clouds, and his face, comparable to that of "John Lone," was reddened by the morning glow.

"Brother Chen, what are you doing?"

Chen Zheng didn't turn around: "I was wondering what it feels like to be the boss?"

Completely bewildered, Li Yang threw off the blanket, rubbed his eyes, and walked over with a smile, saying, "Brother Chen, you're my boss now."

Chen Zheng turned his head to look at him, then turned back, his gaze passing through the porthole to the dazzling golden edge at the end of the clouds.

"I really want to be the eldest brother! I desperately want to be the eldest brother!"

Li Yang scratched his head, wondering if his brother Chen had gotten sick from sitting on the plane for too long.

The cargo plane made two stops en route.

Once, while refueling in Dubai, Chen was standing at the cargo hold door smoking as ground staff pushed the fuel line cart over. He watched as an Emirates A380 slowly taxied past on the tarmac, its massive fuselage obscuring half the sky.

Assam leaned against the cargo hold wall, holding a cup of instant coffee, and chatted briefly in English with a ground crew member in an orange vest. When he returned, his expression was not good.

"There's still a problem with the landing permit in Bangkok; we'll have to wait another two hours."

Chen Zheng stubbed out his cigarette on the cargo hold door: "Let's wait and see. Making money isn't that easy."

Around 2 p.m., when the cargo plane climbed back to cruising altitude, Chen Zheng glanced out the window. Below was the surface of the Persian Gulf, shimmering with a bluish light in the afternoon sun. Several oil tankers left long trails, like white lines drawn on a blackboard with chalk.

"Boss."

Assam's voice came from the side, interrupting his thoughts.

We're almost in Lebanon.

Chen Zheng sat up straight, tightened his seatbelt a little, took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the time; it was a little after 2 p.m.

The flight from Hong Kong to Beirut, including the layover, took nearly fourteen hours.

He stretched his neck. "Finally here! My butt's about to crack from sitting so long. Damn, if only rockets could carry people as transportation someday!"

Khalid:

The cargo plane entered Lebanese airspace from over the Mediterranean Sea.

The coastline appears to the left front of the porthole, and Beirut's buildings stretch inland from the coastline, a dense cluster of white buildings.

A sharp alarm suddenly sounded in the cabin.

Although Chen Zheng was not a pilot, he was sensitive to sound.

He sprang up from his seat, ran two steps toward the front cabin, and pushed open the cockpit door.

The pilot was a Lebanese man in his fifties with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles, but his expression at this moment was not as terrified as Chen Zheng had imagined.

He simply tilted his head and gestured with his chin toward the porthole.

"It's alright, Israelis."

Chen Zheng followed his gaze and looked out.

A fighter jet sped past the cargo plane to the right front, its silver-gray fuselage, twin vertical tails, and two missiles mounted on its wingtips, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The distance is very short, no more than two hundred meters.

He could even make out the outline of the pilot's helmet inside the cockpit canopy of the fighter jet.

The fighter jet made a slight swaying motion in front of the cargo plane, then pulled up sharply, disappearing into the clouds with two condensed trails.

"F-16I."

The pilot calmly replied, "The Israeli Air Force does this all the time. They fly over Lebanese airspace like it's their own backyard, and even use fire control radar to illuminate it!"

The pilot nodded, glanced at him, and said, "Don't be nervous, it's common. Commercial airliners are often targeted too. It's just a threat; they won't fire."

! ! ! !

Fire control system on the passenger plane—oh, Israelis, that makes sense.

The pilot said, "Last month, one of my sister company's A320s flew from Beirut to Dubai. It was photographed the whole way after takeoff, for more than ten minutes. The passengers were screaming, and the captain was shouting on the radio, but they just ignored him."

He paused, switched the plane back to autopilot mode, and leaned back in his seat.

"Which Lebanese civilian pilot hasn't been photographed by Israeli fighter jets?"

Chen Zheng leaned against the door frame of the cockpit, frowning upon hearing this.

F-16I.

The mainstay aircraft of the Israeli Air Force, manufactured by General Dynamics of the United States, is a version specially customized for Israel.

Chen Zheng turned around and walked back to the rear cabin.

"Brother Chen, what did you talk about with the pilot? Are you alright?" Li Yang asked anxiously from the side.

"It's nothing, just a big dick flying through the clouds."

"??? JB can fly?!" Li Yang stared wide-eyed, suddenly wanting to take a look.

As the plane descended and passed through the clouds, the outline of Beirut became increasingly clear outside the window.

As the cargo plane taxied on the runway, Chen Zheng saw the row of cars parked at the edge of the tarmac through the porthole.

Leading the way was a Dongfeng brand heavy-duty truck with a flat front, a shiny windshield, and a dark green tarpaulin covering the cargo box, with ropes tightly tied around the edges.

Four Toyota Hilux pickup trucks followed behind, their gray-white bodies covered with a thin layer of dust.

Further behind were two Scania trucks.

Looking out the porthole, you could see Khalid standing at the very front of the convoy, his jacket collar turned up, the Mediterranean sea breeze blowing his hair back.

While refueling along the way, Chen Zheng called Khalid and asked him to bring the car over.

They even asked Sheikh if ​​he had taken in 50 militiamen!

The hatch opened.

The lifting platform truck slowly approached the cargo hold, the creaking sound of the hydraulic lifting echoing across the empty tarmac.

Chen Zheng was the first to step down the boarding stairs and onto the concrete floor of Beirut Airport.

"Ah~" Boss Chen sighed, "It's still better here, the air is filled with the smell of money."

Khalid was the first to come forward, opened his arms, hugged Chen Zheng tightly, and patted him hard on the back twice, causing Chen Zheng to stumble forward half a step.

"Boss!"

He released Chen Zheng, took a step back, and said with a happy expression, "Boss, you're wanted."

? ? ? ? ?

Chen Zheng stared wide-eyed.

Are you happy that I'm wanted by the police?

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