What's more, whether it's Gaul or Britain, their shipborne radars are shit and their detection capabilities are far worse than ours.
"Look, our fighter jets have already flown over the waters controlled by the University of the East. Isn't there nothing there now?" Louis boasted.
"Indeed... the Rafale fighter is pretty good." Raman watched the plane perform various tactical moves. He nodded with satisfaction, not knowing why. "I think with these, I can make them decide to buy the Rafale fighter after I return home."
"Smart choice!" Louis was very happy and asked, "I hope Mr. Raman can tell me an approximate number. I want to know this before the formal negotiations. You know, we are not the ones who will conduct the final negotiations."
"Haha, I understand!" Raman laughed and gave Louis an "I understand" expression. After a two-second pause, he said, "It's useless for me to tell you the exact number. I just know that our military's initial intention is more than 40."
Big deal, absolutely big deal.
It seems that the third brother was stimulated. Although there was no old immortal in power, the third brother also spent a lot of money.
This is not just a simple business worth tens of billions, it also involves a series of businesses such as post-maintenance etc.
"Haha, I wish us a pleasant cooperation!" When Louis learned the number, he stood up happily and raised his glass.
Raman also stood up and raised his glass, ready to celebrate.
At this moment, the scene suddenly changed and several missiles came in from outer space.
The six coquettish Gusts hurriedly evaded, but... it was of no use.
boom!
The fighter plane began to emit smoke in the picture...
Louis was dumbfounded: The plane I was just about to buy was shot down?
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