"Bang bang bang"
Several gunshots rang out in the dimly lit alley, and three black men wielding daggers fell to the ground, howling in pain.
Xia Yu produced a cigar and lit it, while Domi beside him held up an FN-57 and vigilantly observed the surroundings.
After dialing +3317 to report the incident, almost half an hour passed before the first Peugeot police car finally appeared in sight. Only after confirming that Xia Yu and the others were unharmed did they call for emergency medical assistance for the three attackers.
By the time they were loaded into the vehicle, they had bled quite a bit, since Domi always aimed for vital areas when he fired.
"None of the three have a heartbeat?"
"Yes, everyone was shot in the chest, using 5.7x28mm bullets, which have a stronger stopping power than Parr bullets. They all met their demise before we arrived."
"This is according to the emergency medical personnel and police officers who have some knowledge of individual weapons."
Besides the United States being far ahead, France also has a relatively high number of shootings, with several cases every month in Bali, and doctors are experienced in handling them.
"Where did this ruthless character come from? I don't remember Chinese people being this violent."
The gossipy doctor kept glancing at Xia Yu while asking the police about him.
"Because they are Chinese from Afica, and they make their living from private military contracts."
The police officers, who knew some of the inside story, spoke about what they could say.
"He came here to have his private plane modified, but he refused to take a car and insisted on going into the alley."
"Ura ura"
With sirens blaring, an unmarked police car, a favorite of secret agents and plainclothes units, arrived at the scene.
"It's DGSI. That's all for now."
Seeing several plainclothes officers get out of the car, the police stopped chatting and quickly left the ambulance to clean up the mess.
The UK has a foreign security agency called DGSE, and naturally it also has internal departments, similar to the US's FOB. These kinds of things also fall under DGSE's jurisdiction.
“Mr. Sherlock, your fishing activities are causing us a lot of trouble. If necessary, we can provide you with a private car service.”
"I had dealt with Xia Yu before," said Deputy Director Garros with a sigh.
Jihuo Defense holds a white hat license, which allows it to conduct PMC business outside of the country and provide security services within the country.
As a registered security personnel, Domi is legally allowed to carry firearms in the country to deal with any emergencies.
Xia Yu, the boss, is the same, but in this situation, having a colleague to fire the shot is enough.
“Director Garros, I’m not a citizen of the country, why should I waste your tax money? Besides, I came out for a walk because I believed in Bali’s safety, but who knew it would be more dangerous than Afica.”
Ignoring the other party's baiting remarks, Xia Yu started by spouting a string of things that even he himself didn't believe.
To put it bluntly, he ate too much at lunch and was a bit stuffed. Since the concentrated fire defense had that authority, why didn't he use it to have some fun?
Philip's plan has just undergone its second revision, and he's still quite bored on Xia Island in Bali.
Let's not talk about being a vigilante; it would be more accurate to say that he would fire a bullet when he sees injustice on the road.
"We also want to clear out illegal immigrants, but you know, it might take 24 years before we get serious about it."
Seeing that the formal procedures couldn't handle a seasoned veteran like Xia Yu, Garros immediately lowered his stance and tried to get closer by complaining.
Six years later is the Bali Olympics, and in order for the Games to proceed smoothly, expelling these illegal immigrants will become politically correct.
"That's been too long. You should take decisive action now, or just give them a job."
Undocumented immigrants with jobs are good immigrants; those who treat crime as a job, like the three mentioned earlier, deserve a peanut each.
“We at DGSI don’t have that much authority, but I will make suggestions to the relevant departments. Also, if Mr. Sherlock is bored, he can go to the nearby air force and army camps for some exchanges.”
Garros offered Xia Yu sincere advice.
If this big shot is stuck in Paris and won't leave, then just hand him over to the military, so he won't be fishing in the city every day.
The military said: Thank you!
“Good idea. The equipment you have in the Sahel region isn’t bad, but apart from the VBCI, it’s all second-tier stuff. You can only see this good stuff back home.”
Xia Yu immediately became interested; the original Leclerc and Rafale fighter jets were both old models.
He couldn't do it in Afica, but now that he's in France and has some time to spare, he should definitely give it a try.
I'll also print out two Mica medium-range missiles to see how advanced the French are. Also, it's a shame the Charles de Gaulle isn't in port, otherwise it would be great to go aboard and have some fun.
Now we can only look on with envy; even Russia is eyeing this amphibious assault ship.
It just doesn't have a catapult, so it can't launch the Rafale M.
After giving their statements at the scene, Xia Yu and Duomi returned to their hotel.
After making a series of phone calls, the itinerary for the following week was successfully arranged.
"Splash splash"
A few days later, I took the controversial NH-90 helicopter to Viracoublay Air Force Base. Before I even arrived at Xia Yu, I saw a fighter jet fly by in the distance through the porthole.
With canards, it's designed to catch a gust of wind.
In Xia Yu, the Mirage-2000 is either a kill or a target drone that will be used for future operations. Dassault's fighter jets are only the Mirage-4000 and Rafale.
In ten or twenty years, when the São Paulo undergoes a mid-life upgrade, he will try to buy a few second-hand Rafale-M fighters to compete alongside the carrier-based Mirage-4000s.
Even if the French were willing to sell, Xia Yu couldn't afford it.
One aircraft costs over 200 million euros. He went to the Slavic region and bought nearly a thousand armored vehicles and so many transport planes and bombers. He couldn't even buy two Rafale fighters in return.
This is a product made in China; even a fighter jet is a luxury item among fighter jets.
You should know that the old magnesium's F-series batteries are all positioned as affordable. This one is not only not invisible but also very expensive, yet it is still very popular and even second-hand units are in short supply.
The main problem is that there's not much that can be done. There are only a few fighter jet models available for sale worldwide. Buying from the US has high barriers to entry, and the avionics from the US are subpar.
Due to the "gentleman's terms" policy, the flank fighter jets developed by the UK in cooperation with several other countries had not received many orders until the end of last year, when a contract for 24 Qatar aircraft was finally finalized.
The situation is different for the Chinese. Their military independence strategy caused them a long period of hardship, but now they are finally reaping the rewards.
The expensive Rafale fighter jet sold out instantly. Not only did it sell well in a bunch of small countries in Eastern Europe, but its customers were also spread across the Philippines, the Middle East, and Asia. Even India, which has a love-hate relationship with Russia, abandoned the Flanker and purchased a large number of this French multi-role fighter jet, which can be developed into a carrier-based version.
Of course, technology transfer is also necessary. For India, which believes that buying is worse than building, it is clear that it has not given up on developing its own fighter jets.
For other smaller countries, the performance of the Rafale is only one aspect. They are more interested in buying a guarantee that if they fall into trouble or are bullied, the Chinese will stand up and say a few words of justice.
People say that personifying a nation is not serious, but isn't a nation made up of people?
If you don't have the ability to be the leader yourself, you have to find one. In a dog-eat-dog world, it will take at least 100 years to build a community of shared future for mankind. So, recognizing reality sooner is the best way to survive.
“Mr. Sherlock, this is our Rafale fighter jet.”
Inside the hangar, a lieutenant colonel was introducing the Rafale B two-seat trainer jet to Xia Yu.
He used to think the Rafale was ugly, but now he finds the small nose to be quite cute, and the non-angular air intake is very smooth and feels great to the touch.
Therefore, it is not equipped with the RBE-2AA active phased array radar.
Xia Yu stroked the nose of the plane and asked.
"Yes, production of this radar hasn't come up yet, and we need to prioritize delivering it to overseas customers, so the trainer aircraft definitely won't be upgraded for the time being."
The lieutenant colonel gave an affirmative answer.
This Rafale-B is equipped with the old RBE-2 passive phased array radar, which can only detect targets with an RCS value of less than 5 at a maximum distance of 110 kilometers, far inferior to the two Red Falcons that have been upgraded with active phased array radar.
The RBE-2AA, with only 836 gallium arsenide T/R modules, is a bit too few; it's still not enough for air-to-air combat.
"Lieutenant Colonel, its operating system isn't Windows 7, is it?"
Thinking of the news he had seen recently, Xia Yu quickly asked again.
"No, installing Windows 7 on the Phantom-2000 is mainly because the platform is too old, and the cost of conventional solutions is too high. The Rafale uses Dassault Systèmes' self-developed system. You can experience it this afternoon."
The lieutenant colonel quickly said.
He felt like he'd embarrassed himself internationally, but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if the fighter jet would get infected with a virus and crash in the future.
"Then I have to experience its charm properly. I've never appreciated the Mirage 2000, but the Rafale, like the Mirage 4000, has shattered my preconceived notions about delta wing fighters."
"We're about to go to heaven," Xia Yu said, starting to use more flattering phrases.
At noon, he ate a meal at the base canteen, then rested for a while before changing into his anti-G suit and attending a pre-flight training meeting.
Besides Xia Yu, who was hitchhiking on the plane, five other "new recruits" will also participate in this training.
Many more have already been eliminated. In order to control the number of fighter pilots, the stingy Chinese have directly cut the carrier-based two-seat version of the Rafale-N.
These five people will be eliminated later on. Since they are destined to be in the second tier, their fighter pilots only need to be more numerous than the British.
As for the Osros, all they need is a stronger navy.
As for the air force, the country doesn't have that much territory to protect. The vast Afica region only has 6 Mirage 2000Ds deployed there. The Rafale fighters are either on the mainland or on aircraft carriers.
"Buzz"
Xia Yu, on the taxiway, watched the first Rafale-B accelerate into the air, followed by the second and third, until finally it was their turn.
"Buzz"
The two Snecma-manufactured M88 series engines unleashed powerful thrust until the throttle valve was pushed forward, and jet fuel rushed into the afterburner.
"boom"
The first few planes took off normally after running most of the runway, but they took off directly with afterburner. The Germans were still giving him, their guest, a lot of face.
Feeling the even stronger push-back sensation than a single-engine F-16 in the front seat, Xia Yu activated the system.
[Close-range air-to-air missile: missiled'interceptionetdebataérienir type (printable)]
Medium-range air-to-air missile: missiled'interceptionetdebataérienrf (printable)
………
In the printable menu, both medium-range and short-range missiles are Mica, only they use active radar seekers and infrared imaging seekers respectively.
Limited by budget constraints, the Germans are too fixated on modularity and universality. This missile tries to do both things, but it is very likely that it will do neither well.
Instead, they're crammed into vertical launch cells as anti-aircraft missiles, and I've heard they're quite effective.
"Print!"
Without further ado, Xia Yu chose to print a few copies of each of the two types.
This isn't directed at Malaysians, but rather at the Indians. Regardless of whether something is advanced or not, people back home should at least have some idea about it.
By the time the printing was finished, their auxiliary and internal fuel tanks were almost empty, and it was time to return and wait in line for the control tower's instructions to land.
The problem was that just as we came to a stop on the runway and turned onto the taxiway, we saw Domi holding his satellite phone looking very anxious.
Has something happened?
"Sir, it's a call from Mr. Yevgeny. He says something happened in Libya."
As soon as Xia Yu climbed off the plane, Domi ran over and said.
"Is the incident at Libya a prelude to them renting our An-124s?"
He was somewhat puzzled.
Jihuo Defense has no obligation in Libya, and Xia Yu is only interested in the An-124 zombie plane left behind by Colonel Ka. When Old Yev came to him, he could only associate it with Gna having transportation needs.
"Sherlock, he's gone mad. A uranium enrichment storage site under the control of the National Army has been robbed. The International Atomic Energy Agency has discovered that 10 barrels of yellowcake, totaling 2.5 tons, have disappeared. The pressure is on Haftar, and he's come after us again."
As soon as the call was answered, Old Yev roared out in a voice that was both irritable and laced with a sharp tongue, quickly explaining the whole story.
“We can be chefs, musicians, military contractors, but we can’t be detectives, no matter what. We can’t take that job.”
Slavs are indeed not well-suited to be detectives, but did Old Yev think that Jihuo Defense was a detective agency?
Xia Yu was completely shocked. How come I didn't know about this?
In fact, apart from its outstanding strike capabilities, Jihuo Defense has always been associated with detectives.
Let's not even talk about the fact that the boss and Sherlock Holmes share the same first name but different last names. The first 24 hours were barely over before the pilot with the gray hair was rescued, and the old man in the green beret was still alive.
Such a feat is not something an ordinary military contractor could achieve, not to mention that they later discovered Boko's stronghold and captured the cunning Shekhar who had multiple burrows.
All of this, Sherlock, do you still say you're not the Sherlock Holmes of the PMC world?
"Well, Mr. Yevgeny, you should go to the KGB about this; our expertise is completely different."
Xia Yu declined after just one thought.
“The Federal Security Service doesn’t have much power in Libya. The CIA and DGSE might be somewhat useful, but only for providing intelligence. Only you can be relied on for this matter.”
Old Yevgeny simply declared that no one else could do it, and that was indeed the case.
What use would an ordinary person have for stealing yellow cakes? To add water and knead them into mud for fun?
He wouldn't be named Prie if he wasn't being sold to terrorists who wanted to cause trouble...
Then this group of people is in great danger, and Gna, who can only do tough and rough work, can't take on this job.
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