4. Threat Level Adjustment: The threat level of "Ghost" has been downgraded from "disruptive" to "an experimental weapon with significant flaws." The inherent weaknesses of China's aviation industry mean they cannot truly master such advanced technology.
This report, rife with arrogance and prejudice, served as a powerful placebo for the top leadership of the United States.
Panic was replaced by contempt, and worry turned into condescending mockery.
Inside a luxurious office decorated with the American flag at the Pentagon.
Air Force General James McLaughlin, in charge of Far East strategy, casually tossed the report onto his large mahogany desk, a signature, smug smirk playing on his lips.
"Ha... Just as I thought! I knew it! A bunch of farmers who can't even make a decent bearing actually dare to dream of building a stealth fighter jet in one step? And they even solved the vibration problem that gives us a headache? They're just walking a tightrope with some stolen, half-understood 'genius ideas'!"
He picked up a cigar and lit it with a satisfied air. "That recipe? That structural modification? It looks appealing, but it's actually poison coated in sugar! Just wait and see, before long, their 'ghost' will fall from the sky due to material disintegration or structural breakage!"
He picked up the encrypted phone, speaking with the ease of someone discussing a game he was destined to win:
"Notify Night Owl to increase surveillance over Northwest China. I need to know when they're going to smash that expensive 'glass cannon'! Also…"
His gaze sharpened and became aggressive. "Preparations for Operation Falcon can be accelerated. Since the Chinese love playing with fire so much and think they've solved the problem, let's go and 'test' our results for them! Let's use our real, reliable, and powerful 'Blackbird' to burst their pathetic soap bubble! Let the world see clearly who the true masters of the skies are!"
A respectful voice came from the other end of the phone, accepting the order.
McLaughlin exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and through the swirling smoke, he seemed to see the elegant yet deadly figure of the SR-71 "Blackbird" soaring freely in the skies above East Asia, crushing the myth of the so-called "Ghost".
Completely immersed in the pleasure derived from technological superiority and strategic contempt, he was completely unaware that the "poisonous formula" and "hidden danger design" he scorned were being treasured and adopted by the US's next-generation stealth reconnaissance aircraft program within his top-secret "Aurora" project team. They were investing heavily and starting to replicate it at a rapid pace...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean, deep within the base, Mingzhao's gaze pierced through the cold laboratory lights, landing on a real material thermal stress crack propagation prediction report. On it, a curve representing the accelerated deterioration of material performance over time was relentlessly pointing towards the abyss.
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