He cautiously observed his surroundings for a long time before quickly taking the iron box out of the crevice and disappearing into the vast night.
American intelligence station, Far East branch.
The agent codenamed "Messenger" handed the metal box to a colonel, an intelligence officer with gray hair and sharp, eagle-like eyes, named Night Owl.
"From 'The Mole,' highest priority," the messenger reported briefly.
Night Owl put on white gloves, carefully opened the metal box, and took out the document sealed in a waterproof bag.
When he saw the document title and those extremely professional and detailed drawings and process specifications, his old eyes, which had seen countless pieces of information, instantly burst with an incredulous and ecstatic light!
"My God...this...this is their solution to the tremor problem! It's so detailed! They even provided the material formula!"
His fingers trembled slightly with excitement as he quickly flipped through the pages. "This structural modification... ingenious! This material data... perfect! The mole has done an unparalleled job!"
He immediately convened the station's top aerospace structure experts and materials scientists for an emergency assessment.
In the dimly lit, enclosed room, a projector displays the contents of a document on a screen.
The experts gathered around the blueprints and formula, engaging in heated discussions and occasionally exclaiming in amazement.
"This slight adjustment to the support angle... is very bold! But the mechanical analysis is impeccable! It effectively avoids the previous resonant frequency!"
The structural expert pushed up his glasses, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"This damping material formula... the choice of core catalyst is very unique! The reaction conditions are harsh, but looking at these data... the vibration damping efficiency is astonishingly high! It's definitely a breakthrough!"
Materials scientists were full of praise when they saw the fabricated test curves.
After several hours of repeated deliberation and heated debate, a consensus was reached: this technical document is invaluable!
It not only perfectly solved the fatal vibration problem of the "ghost fighter jet", but its design concept and material technology itself represent a revolutionary advancement!
"Immediately! Send back to Langley headquarters with the highest encryption level!"
Suppressing his excitement, Night Owl issued the order, "Also, reply to 'Mole' that the commendation and next steps will follow! Tell him to remain silent and continue to lie low! The Chinese have solved this technical problem, and their 'Ghost'... is probably really taking shape! We must speed up our actions!"
The encrypted radio waves carried this "precious" false intelligence to the other side of the ocean with the highest priority.
The Far East intelligence station was immersed in an eerie atmosphere, a mixture of excitement over a “major breakthrough” and anxiety about the escalating threat of the “Ghost.”
Deep within the "Mysterious Shadow" base, Jiang Feng relayed the news of the successful delivery by "The Mole" to Ming Zhao and Zhang Meng.
On the monitor screen, the radio signal representing that false intelligence was disappearing into the vast night sky.
"The bait has been swallowed." Jiang Feng's voice had a cold, metallic quality.
Mingzhao stood by the window, gazing at the deep night outside.
She didn't speak, but simply picked up the real analysis report on the table, which recorded the performance degradation and high stress risk of silent materials at high temperatures.
Next to the report was a copy of the forged document.
Her fingertips traced the carefully altered 0.5-degree support angle drawing on the fake document before landing on the genuine material thermal stress analysis data.
The light cast a soft shadow on her serene profile, and in her deep eyes, it seemed as if a future moment was reflected: in a top-secret laboratory across the ocean, the wreckage of a fighter jet that had disintegrated due to design flaws and deteriorated materials, and the face of an enemy high command distorted with shock and rage.
The night, like thick ink, concealed a silent killing intent.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
