Fairfax County, Virginia, USA.
After Reebok and his team arrived by private jet, they changed into a jeep prepared by General Dynamics.
After leaving the airport, the car sped away from the city.
Three hours later, a huge gray building, half embedded in the ground and leaning against the mountain, quietly appeared before our eyes.
There is neither the hustle and bustle of New York nor the industrial atmosphere of Chicago.
Wayne, assistant to the president, personally met with Reeves with a female secretary: "Speaker Reeves, welcome to Fairfax." Mitchell's voice was low and magnetic, and he shook hands with Reeves firmly.
Ribs's eyes swept across the seemingly peaceful land.
There are no signs here, only two heavy composite alloy doors at the entrance, and the surrounding gentle slopes that appear to be ordinary vegetation but are actually covered with fortifications.
"This is the Titan's Vault." Wayne's voice was filled with a subtle hint of pride. "Its existence itself is a miracle."
Entering the building, soft light pours down from the dome, illuminating a huge underground space.
The air suddenly turned cold, and a unique smell of motor oil, anti-rust coating and some new metal smelting hit me in the face.
This huge space is filled with various weapons produced and developed by General Dynamics.
From sleek main battle tanks to breathtakingly large strategic missile launch platforms; from spider-like bomb disposal robots with multiple precision robotic arms to long-range self-propelled artillery pieces integrated with cutting-edge fire control systems...
Wayne walked proudly in front, introducing Ribs and the others as he walked.
Ribs looked at these weapons with awe. These were by no means cold machines, but rather the perfect embodiment of the power to shatter rules—they were the weight that influenced the world order and the key to a greater power.
"Speaker, please come this way." Wayne led them to a relatively empty area in the exhibition hall.
There were no fixed weapon platforms here, the ground bore the distinct marks of heavy landing gear, and the air still lingered with the distinct smell of aviation fuel. Several large screens displayed flight data and terrain simulations.
"Considering your strong support for General Dynamics products," Wayne's voice echoed across the empty area, "we have prepared a special event for you. One of the upgraded UH-60 Nighthawks you donated to the Illinois National Guard has just completed final testing and is here."
He turned sideways, and a huge alloy door behind him slowly opened.
A rotorcraft painted in General Dynamics' exclusive camouflage gray was towed out.
It is more agile than the common "Black Hawk". The main rotor is full of power when folded. The surface of the fuselage is covered with a brand-new radar-absorbing coating. The latest generation of optoelectronic reconnaissance and fire control pods are integrated under the nose, flashing faintly under the lights.
"This is the Nighthawk MK-5," Wayne introduced. "We've integrated the latest composite materials, engine efficiency, and survivability enhancement kits, and upgraded its information node capabilities. Whether it's high-intensity confrontation or special operations in complex environments, it will become a dominant force."
Ribbs's attention was completely attracted by the "Nighthawk" in front of him. In the operation to rescue Ao Guanhai, he deeply understood the importance of air power.
"Mr. Speaker," Wayne bowed slightly, making a "please" gesture with a mischievous and tentative smile on his face. "Although the official delivery ceremony will be held elsewhere,... are you willing to be the first customer to truly 'control' it? Experience its potential on our internal platform?"
As soon as Assistant Wayne mentioned the experience invitation, an idea ignited in Liebs' mind. Test drive?
He was indeed deeply attracted by the brand new Nighthawk MK-5.
General Dynamics engineers and technicians were huddled around the helicopter, making final checks and preparations, apparently assuming that they or a company-designated test pilot would complete the demonstration flight.
"Mr. Speaker, please allow me to introduce you to our senior test pilot..." Wayne turned sideways, ready to point to the pilot next to him who was wearing flight equipment and had a serious expression.
But Ribs's gaze passed right past him and landed on the powerful cockpit.
A long-lost thought flashed through his mind: system! Ever since he established his power in Chicago, he had rarely used the system's expensive special abilities—money and power alone could solve most problems.
But at this moment, facing this top-level military helicopter, a sense of excitement that belongs to facing a fresh challenge during the street fighting era quietly rose.
"Why not try it yourself? System skills are all powerful, so why not use them? If you want to play, play big!"
As the thought came to his mind, his heart moved slightly, and the system interface that he had not accessed for a long time unfolded silently on his retina.
A dazzling array of ability icons flashed across the dim blue screen. His mind rapidly searched through the "Skill List."
[Combat Master], [Pilot Mastery] (Land/Sea)... Found it! [Aircraft Piloting] (branch item).
My attention focused on the Aircraft Piloting - Helicopter category. The levels were clearly listed below: Lv1 (Novice) - Lv2 (Proficient) - Lv3 (Master) - Lv4 (Expert) - Lv5 (Ace).
Lv5 is followed by a staggering number: $2,000,000.
"Heh..." An imperceptible arc with a hint of madness appeared at the corner of Libus' mouth.
Two million dollars? For him right now, it was just a drop in the bucket. But what he wanted to buy wasn't just driving skills, but the feeling of being in control of everything, and... the awe!
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