[…Comrade Xiao Xu, what did you just say?]
[You just said you had something to donate to the country?]
Chen Yuanyu on the other end of the phone seemed a little dazed, remaining stunned for over a minute before Xu Milu heard the rustling sound of clothes being put on.
[Comrade Xu, please continue.]
Only a few people could get through to his private phone number, and Xu Milu happened to be one of those "few".
"Director Chen, I wanted to ask if China needs any aircraft? There's a decommissioned fighter jet here that Ren Honghe retired. Although it looks like it's totaled, it seems to still be able to start. Director Chen, I don't know much about these aircraft models, but I'm sure I've never seen this aircraft before—"
Xu Milu can now lie without any psychological burden. She glanced at the time on her phone and deliberately lowered her voice even further:
"And I suspect that this aircraft was decommissioned from... somewhere else."
She emphasized the words "other places" very softly, and Chen Yuanyu's voice on the other end of the phone sounded several octaves higher:
[Comrade Xu! Where are you now? Don't move! Send your coordinates to your liaison team immediately, I'm coming right away!]
Done.
Xu Milu hung up the phone, looked at the Benlei F7 parked in the open space, and snapped her fingers lightly.
The fighter jet looked completely different from when she first got it. The fuselage was covered with countless scratches from Mo Xuan's dragon claws, as well as a few burn marks from her fire. To make it as realistic as possible, Xu Milu even had A Chou bump into it several times.
This resulted in the once majestic fighter jet being transformed into a battle-damaged version, with large patches of gray-black soot marks covering its bright silver fuselage, its nose broken and its wings damaged to varying degrees.
—Although it looks tattered on the outside, there is no major damage inside. It is the kind of thing that the authorities can take apart and study a thousand times after taking it back.
The Benlei F7 was parked on the hilltop platform she had contracted. It was a deep night, and the mountains were pitch black at night. Let alone a fighter jet, even if Godzilla were to take a walk in the mountains, no one would be able to see it clearly.
"Da da da da da..."
The official response was incredibly fast; ten minutes later, Xu Milu heard the sound of helicopter rotors spinning overhead.
White searchlights shone on the ground, illuminating a section of the mountain road. Several low-profile black sedans drove into Xingning Village to clear the way, and then several military trucks silently drove up the mountainside.
She has every reason to suspect that the government's swift and efficient road construction was precisely to prepare for this situation.
"Da da da da—"
The sound of the helicopter rotors gradually subsided, and officials quickly brought the scene under control. A short-haired female visitor efficiently directed the operation.
"Control the scene, block all roads leading up the mountain, and do not let any suspicious person go undetected."
"Have our comrades contact the villagers and ask them to stay away from the mountainside for the time being, saying that military exercises are being conducted here."
"Experts from Beijing are on their way. All personnel are on standby and divided into twelve groups to take turns on duty. Do not move anything yet. Preserve the scene until Director Chen and the expert team arrive."
The visitor seemed to have been urgently summoned; he was dressed in a black suit and had a kind and gentle expression, showing a clear resemblance to Chen Yuanyu.
"Comrade Xiao Xu, I am the senior secretary of the special negotiation team. Minister Fang is currently on other missions, so I will be in charge of handing over to you today. Don't worry, I have reviewed all your documents."
Huang Meng smiled and kindly comforted Xu Milu:
"Director Chen and the experts from Beijing are already on their way. The authorities are taking this matter very seriously, but you don't need to feel any pressure, understand?"
Xu Milu nodded slightly, a little reserved, and said obediently, "Yes, thank you, Secretary Huang."
"Has Comrade Xiao Xu seen me before?"
Huang Meng was slightly surprised, seemingly wondering how Xu Milu knew her surname.
Xu Milu pointed to the name tag on her chest and explained with a smile, "I saw your name tag. My eyesight is always very good."
Huang Meng nodded in understanding.
Xu Milu loosened her fingers and breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close.
Ren Honghe naturally recognized Huang Meng, but in theory, Xu Milu had never seen her before. Luckily, she reacted quickly, otherwise she would have almost given herself away.
The problem with having two identities is that it's sometimes difficult to separate the two identities, and it's easy to expose flaws.
It seems I need to be more careful from now on.
Xu Milu sighed.
...
...
It's 3:30 a.m. Beijing time.
Chen Yuanyu sat on the plane that had been urgently started, glancing at the time every now and then. Before long, several more researchers carrying briefcases appeared on the plane.
The leader was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a respectable appearance. He wore a gray Zhongshan suit and looked at people with a refined and gentle manner, giving off a friendly vibe of a highly educated intellectual.
The visitor showed a hint of surprise upon seeing Chen Yuanyu, hurriedly walked over and sat down, saying with a slight complaint:
"I was wondering who else could have such authority to mobilize all the core designers from our working committee in the middle of the night. I said, Lao Chen, isn't this a bit unfair? This is an emergency operation in the middle of the night, and you even gave me a last-minute order to go to the site, without telling me what happened?"
Chen Yuanyu simply gestured for him to fasten his seatbelt, but didn't say anything more: "I'll tell you in detail on the way."
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