"What? Missile Heavy Industry? That's what I want!" Upon hearing the commotion, Brigade Commander Lei rushed into the reception room, ran up to Zheng Ya, and demanded the heavy industry.
Zheng Ya slapped his hand away: "That's just my imagination, it's nothing, goodbye."
"Uh, what's wrong with you?" Commander Lei wanted to say that his ideological awareness was not high enough, but then he thought that the other party had donated so much equipment and materials to the country, so what right did he have to say that his awareness was low?
Fu Qingyao understood Brigade Commander Lei's enthusiasm for heavy weaponry, but she disliked his opportunistic nature. She waved him away, saying, "Brigade Commander Lei, you have other things to attend to!"
"Uh, alright, you guys chat!" Brigade Commander Lei was itching to chat, but knew he couldn't force him.
Everything can be done once, but not three times.
Knowing when to stop and when to quit while you're ahead is the key to lasting friendships.
Fu Qingyao watched Brigade Commander Lei walk out the door before turning to Zheng Ya on her right and saying, "You brat, don't blame me for contributing more missile heavy industry technology than you."
Just now, the higher authorities received a public telegram about a little boy.
Do you know what that means?
"Haha, even the nuclear bomb boy has come out?" Zheng Ya was somewhat surprised; this was an open threat and provocation.
Fu Qingyao said worriedly, "Even if our country has three aircraft carrier battle groups that you have brought back, we still have a certain degree of confidence, a certain degree of sea control, and a partial degree of air control."
However, faced with the threat of high-altitude bombers dropping nuclear bombs, my country had virtually no power to resist.
Your superiors called to ask for your help in addressing this weakness.
My daughter-in-law overheard this and mentioned missiles to me. I knew you weren't one to talk nonsense, so you understand?
"Alright, Mom, stop talking. Let me think of a solution." Zheng Ya got up and left in frustration. Fu Qingyao didn't stop her. Had she misunderstood?
Is the missile just some brat's empty boasting?
Zheng Ya went straight to the third floor, lay down on the bed, and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds outside the glass window on the roof. He had the idea of plundering the nuclear weapons of foreign powers.
You dare to threaten people? We'll just take away your support and see what you have to be arrogant about.
But here's the problem.
The Japanese invaders looted all the equipment and supplies in North America, which has already attracted worldwide attention. Will their attack on another country trigger any negative international actions?
Zheng Ya figured he was definitely not going anywhere.
This is something you can't afford to gamble on.
Once it triggers a global boycott and condemnation, creating a vicious cycle, public opinion of him will deteriorate.
When someone is too powerful, it can cause everyone to feel panic and rejection.
Zheng Ya couldn't afford to gamble with such an outcome and felt that his actions against other countries should be postponed.
So how do we resolve the nuclear crisis?
We can't just do nothing and gamble that foreign powers won't launch a nuclear attack, can we?
Prevention is better than cure.
Zheng Ya smiled after making his decision; it seemed he would have to play the role of a scientist for a while!
They successively looted equipment, supplies, and various technologies from Kou Island and North America.
More than 70,000 documents, including military-related technologies, are stored in the cerebellum memory space for future use.
Zheng Ya wants to integrate them and develop his own super weapon.
Missiles, thermal tracking sensors, and the powerful explosion and propulsion of gunpowder combine to form ultra-long-range tracking missiles.
To put it simply, it's not complicated.
Zheng Ya possesses three special abilities. Although he cannot upgrade his memorized knowledge, he has the ability to integrate it.
It lies in a space that can accommodate everything, where time accelerates and planning is integrated.
After further analysis of his brain and cerebellum, Zheng Ya felt that he was born with the mind of a scientist and had taken the shortcut of plundering more than 70,000 pieces of military knowledge memory. If he still couldn't develop his own weapon, then he would be too bad.
Having clarified his thoughts, Zheng Ya began to attempt to integrate his gunpowder knowledge memories. He then used the gunpowder stored in his special ability space to conduct experiments, verify his gunpowder knowledge memories, and carry out accelerated experimental deduction and integration.
After tens of thousands of fusion tests, Zheng Ya developed a black powder that, with a particle the size of a thumb, could destroy a small mountain—perfect.
Next, thermal trackers.
This thing is all too familiar. Zheng Ya designed the cobra's thermal sensor, which is easy to apply to electronic components and also has a locking function.
Thus, Zheng Ya successfully designed the missile.
Incidentally, he also planned out the technical blueprints and equipment drawings for a missile production line in the supernatural space, which together made up a huge pile.
Fortunately, Zheng Ya completed the task on a whim; otherwise, it would have taken several years for one person to draw such a large amount of data and blueprints.
After gathering some missile manufacturing blueprints and technical equipment data, Zheng Ya got up and walked out of the room: "Mom, call the higher-ups and have them send someone to take over the missile production technology..."
"Ah, you, how did you do that?" Fu Qingyao had been waiting outside his door for more than three hours. Protecting his safety was one reason, but waiting for the missile technology was the real reason.
But the longer I waited, the less confident I became.
I once thought Zheng Ya was just bragging; what missiles could he possibly have?
Foreign powers seem to have developed missiles, but those missiles are not very powerful, far less powerful than the missiles Zheng Ya boasted to Xu Qi.
Fu Qingyao finds it incredible that Zheng Ya has developed missile manufacturing technology.
Zheng Ya handed her a missile brochure: "Take a look, this Huawei-1 missile has an ultra-long range of up to 700 kilometers."
Its speed is supersonic, and it cannot be intercepted by any air defense firepower at present.
The Warwick-1 missile's destructive power was slightly less than that of a nuclear bomb.
"What? Are you sure?" Fu Qingyao's hand trembled in shock, almost dropping the missile data in her hand. Zheng Ya said nonchalantly, "What I meant by explosive power being less than a nuclear bomb is its nuclear radiation."
The Warwick-1 missile did not emit nuclear radiation; it possessed only the explosive power of gunpowder at its peak, essentially being a black powder.
That's the cutting-edge technology I'm researching.
"Really, really, you developed it! How did you do it?!" Fu Qingyao was overjoyed. Her son had become a scientist?
Zheng Ya rolled his eyes: "I am a martial arts master. My greatest strength lies in my extraordinary spiritual and mental will, which is why I have the ability to nurture plants and help people learn skills."
Being able to help others means you have the ability to understand any technology.
"After I integrated the knowledge of the Japanese invaders and elite talents in North America, is it really that difficult to create a groundbreaking technology that surpasses our time?"
"Haha, my son is the best! Wait, I'll go report to my superiors right away. That's great!" Fu Qingyao excitedly grabbed the missile data and left.
Zheng Ya smiled as she saw her mother off, then breathed a sigh of relief and noticed several unexpected guests. What were they doing here?
Xu Qi led Xu Huizhen and Chen Xueru upstairs: "Honey, it's time to keep your promise!"
"Oh, are you here to pick up the century-old vintage wine?" Zheng Ya knew that the two women often came to his house, but unfortunately they always came empty-handed.
Xu Huizhen blushed when she saw his handsome appearance: "Zheng Ya, you are such a busy person. We have come more than ten times and still haven't seen you in person."
We thought you were deliberately avoiding us.
"Yeah, why didn't you hide this time?" Chen Xueru asked resentfully. This guy has become even more handsome. He's so rare!
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