NCCnovel Chapter 3315 For the Alliance, Forward!
Chapter 3315 For the Alliance, Forward!
Chapter 3315 For the Alliance, Forward!
In the presidential suite of the hotel, as the phone rang, Lawrence slowly opened his eyes, then pushed away the two legs that were pressing down on him, and sat up.
Looking at the two women on the bed, he couldn't help but sigh, realizing that the Japanese could indeed provide spiritual satisfaction in certain aspects.
Especially after a man's abilities are fully recognized, he feels a sense of satisfaction that "I am very strong".
The phone was still ringing.
Lawrence picked up a bath towel from the ground, wrapped it around himself, and then walked to the safe next to him.
Enter the password, open the cabinet, and then take out the satellite phone.
"I am Lawrence!"
As the voice faded, Smith's voice came from inside.
"Boss, it's me!"
Lawrence grunted in agreement, then picked up the satellite phone and went into the bathroom, turning on the shower to make a running sound.
"what happened?"
Smith paused for a moment upon hearing the sound of running water on the other end of the phone, then said, "Boss, I've gathered some intelligence regarding the Alliance's recent spacecraft launch."
Upon hearing this, Lawrence immediately perked up. "Go ahead, I'm listening."
"Yes, sir!"
Smith then recounted the information Wade and Jack had gathered, adding, "It's certain that the league has absorbed Chinese technology in certain areas, and may even have already begun cooperation."
"Moreover, this time they chose a launch site in Kazakhstan, which is close to China. I suspect that this is where the two sides are cooperating."
"Cooperation?"
Lawrence said softly, his face crinkling with wrinkles, "That's really not good news."
"Yes, boss."
"If they get together, it's definitely not good news for us."
After a moment of silence, Lawrence spoke again, "Smith."
“I’m listening, boss.”
"Send the big balloon there to investigate and gather as much intelligence as possible about them, any intelligence at all."
"Understood, that's exactly what we're doing now."
Smith thought for a moment and then said again, "Boss, I think we can let the balloon continue flying south."
"South?"
“Yes, we have been lacking in intelligence sources about China for years, and this is an opportunity.”
Smith asked for instructions, while Lawrence mentally weighed the possibilities of success or failure.
"Can the giant balloon hold up?"
Professor Hogg said it was okay.
Upon hearing this, Lawrence considered the matter in his mind for a moment before saying, "Then let's get ready."
"clear."
The phone call ended, and Lawrence left the bathroom to lie back on the bed, enjoying the soft, warm embrace.
Meanwhile, in another suite on the same floor, Dawson also answered the phone.
The difference was that there was no one else in Dawson's room.
"Jack, it's been a long time."
Upon recognizing the source of the sound, Dawson smiled and spoke.
"Hi, Mr. Dawson, you should be on the Japanese island right now."
"Yes, I'm right here."
Dawson got up and walked to the TV, turning it on casually. The program on this TV last night was quite exciting.
Unfortunately, my body can't take it anymore, and I need to rest.
"What a place I miss."
Dawson wasn't surprised to hear Wade's voice on the phone.
These two are a perfect pair; although they can't accomplish anything great, they can certainly ruin good things.
"You two, you didn't call so early just to let me hear your sentiments, did you?"
Dawson reached out and turned on the switch, randomly selecting a program.
“Mr. Dawson, we need your help with some funding.”
Jack was a straightforward person who stated his purpose directly.
"Of course, we're not asking for it for nothing. We can exchange it for the information you want."
"What kind of information do you know I want?"
Dawson asked with a smile, though he was still interested.
He has no shortage of money, but timely and effective information is something money can't buy.
Moreover, since these two have already approached him, refusing them would only offend them, which is inappropriate.
"Mr. Dawson, just because we don't have it now doesn't mean we won't have it in the future, right?"
Jack spoke again, and Wade gave him a thumbs up from behind.
"The future? That's too far away, it probably won't be worth much money."
Dawson chuckled, causing Jack and Wade to exchange a glance. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, Wade took the phone and said, "How about we provide you with a little bit of information?"
"tell me the story."
Dawson didn't take it seriously; since it was just a small piece of information, it probably wasn't very valuable.
"Britain is organizing a team to study Chinese computers."
Wade's words immediately changed Dawson's expression.
The factory on the Japanese island has now started operations, and the investment involved is considerable.
To make money, it is necessary to ensure the superiority of Jiaoyang computers and at the same time maintain a monopoly on the market.
If Britain were to thoroughly understand computers, even a slight performance deficiency would have a huge impact.
By then, the factories they've painstakingly built with a lot of money might all go down the drain.
Despite being shocked, he appeared remarkably calm.
"Wade, the United States is doing what you're talking about, but..."
Dawson's voice didn't sound tense; instead, it was filled with a smile. "However, no one has figured it out yet."
"Even the United States, with its advanced technology, can't do it. Do you think Britain, in its twilight years, can?"
Wade looked at Jack again, this time with confident smiles on their faces, and replied, "Plain Britain might be difficult."
"But what if we add West Germany as well?"
"And what about France?"
"And what about Italy as well?"
Wade mentioned three countries in a row, and each time he mentioned one, Dawson's expression became more serious.
Dawson was speechless after Wade finished speaking.
"Sir, is this information valuable?"
"value!"
Dawson tried to remain calm and continued, "I will have someone send you the money. I hope we can continue to cooperate in the future."
We are never stingy when it comes to our friends and partners.
“Mr. Dawson, you are a generous man.”
Jack laughed and said, "And generous people tend to earn more respect."
After hanging up the phone, Dawson turned off the annoying TV and then stood by the window, lost in thought.
A moment later, just as he was about to pick up the satellite phone, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Dawson frowned, then walked to the door, where he heard the bodyguard outside say, "Sir, it's someone from the base looking for you."
“Jonard, it’s me, Ray.”
A familiar voice came from the doorway again.
It was none other than Ray, Dawson's childhood friend and the captain who had helped transport goods on the warship last time.
Upon opening the door, I saw Lei in formal military uniform, followed by two soldiers. "Lei, what's wrong?"
Dawson frowned as he looked at the soldier.
This indicates that Lei did not come in a private capacity.
"Mr. Jonard, an explosion occurred this morning on Crown Avenue. The person involved, Mutsuki Sakai, along with her entourage, died before reaching the hospital."
"We have been tasked with investigating Americans who have had contact with Mutsuki Sakai."
"Please cooperate with our work."
Ray's businesslike demeanor made Dawson's heart pound, and his expression changed drastically.
He knew all too well who Mutsuki Sakai was.
The fact that someone like that died, and was attacked at that, suggests there must be a conspiracy involved.
In an instant, the information about Wade and the other person resurfaced, revealing a subtle connection between the two.
Instantly, Dawson's pupils contracted sharply.
A conspiracy, a conspiracy aimed at him.
Or rather, they came for the computer factory that was about to start production.
“Mr. Jonard, please come with us.”
Ray's voice rang out again, and Dawson looked at him calmly, "I want to change my clothes, is that alright?"
Lei nodded, then blinked. "Please do it as soon as possible."
Dawson nodded. "I'll do it as soon as possible."
After saying that, he closed the door, quickly went inside, and picked up the phone.
League, Susco.
Gotzenfsky strode to Bemett's office door and knocked loudly.
"Come in."
When he heard a sound coming from inside, Gotzenfsky suddenly pushed open the door and strode in.
"Sir, our observation post in East Germany has spotted three balloons rising in West Germany."
"It's the kind of reconnaissance balloon that the United States used a long time ago."
"They've come again this time."
After Gorzenfsky finished speaking, Bemit stood up abruptly. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, they were ready yesterday."
“Our people tried to get closer to observe, but they were discovered by the outside personnel, resulting in the loss of two crows, but we also confirmed the other party’s intentions.”
Gotzensky quickly explained.
Bemit's expression was serious. "Didn't they stop deploying them a few years ago?"
Gotzensky shook his head. "Sir, they stopped operations a few years ago because they had the more efficient Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft. But since the MiG-25 entered service, the Blackbird can only operate in the outer airspace and cannot conduct effective reconnaissance."
Bemit listened and said, "So they want to use this method to solve the reconnaissance problem?"
Gorzensky nodded.
Bemit paused for a moment, then said, "The balloon has already taken off?"
"Yes, they've already taken off. According to meteorological experts, these three large balloons will enter the member states of the alliance in three days!"
"Based on past experience with airflow, these three large balloons will split into three directions."
Gotzensky quickly recounted the information he knew, and solemnly mentioned, "Especially the third balloon; based on the location where it was launched, its trajectory may pass by Kazakhstan's satellite base."
"I suspect that will be their main objective."
Upon hearing Gorzenfsky's assessment and realizing that the other party was heading towards the satellite launch center, Bemet immediately stopped hesitating and said, "Let's go and report to me."
After saying that, he quickly left with Gorzenfsky.
This is a matter of great importance, especially since it involves spacecraft, so we cannot be careless.
Two days later.
Four MiG-25s flew in two formations in the sky.
Navigator Pavel Chekov maneuvered his beloved aircraft at an altitude of 20,000 meters, with wingman Igor Sukhov following behind.
Not far away were two other aircraft, one piloted by Kirill Mikhail and the other by Boris Savinkov.
"Hey, Captain, are we really going to keep going like this?"
Kirill's voice came through the earpiece. Paul scratched his head and looked back at the guy waving at him from a distance. "Kirill, focus. Don't complain in the channel."
Paul pressed the call button and gave a stern reprimand in the group chat, then looked back at the azure sky, searching for any suspicious targets.
"Captain, just how big is the giant balloon we're looking for?"
A voice came through the team channel again, but this time it was the voice of wingman Igor.
As an outstanding student who has just graduated from the aviation academy, I am always full of the desire to explore.
Inquiring about information is naturally a form of exploratory desire.
This time, Paul did not reprimand the other party. Instead, he earnestly explained and passed on his experience.
"These reconnaissance balloons are a reconnaissance tactic employed by the United States. They use advanced photography and videography techniques to gather intelligence on the western frontier from high altitudes."
"Our mission this time is to locate these large balloons that have entered the Alliance and then destroy them."
Paul spoke earnestly, but Igor was still somewhat puzzled and then asked, "Captain, how tall is 'how tall'?"
"Above 30,000 meters, around 40,000 meters."
Paul passed on the experience he had gained from the veterans.
At this moment, there was a moment of silence in the channel.
They were seasoned MiG-25 pilots and had a thorough understanding of the MiG-25's performance.
Although the MiG-25's service ceiling is around 30,000 meters, it can only approach 30,000 meters to engage in combat under a few special circumstances.
However, even ordinary missiles might not be able to reach that altitude.
"Look to the left front!"
Suddenly, Kirill's excited voice came through the channel, and Paul quickly looked up at the sky to his left.
Sure enough, a small gray dot was moving rapidly in the field of vision.
"It's a balloon from the United States."
Then Kirill's voice rang out again.
Paul got excited and immediately contacted ground command.
"This is Squad 322. This is Squad 322. We have located a target in Area 8."
"Repeat, this is Team 322. We have located a target in area 8."
Paul's voice was filled with excitement, because this was a great achievement.
"Squad 322, I am the commander of this operation."
A cold voice came through the headset, and Paul quickly replied, "Comrade Commander, hello, please give instructions."
"Alright, your squad's mission now is to destroy it, destroy it at all costs."
Upon hearing the order, Paul's expression changed drastically. "Yes, I guarantee I will complete the mission."
The communication was immediately cut off. Paul then opened the team channel again, "Comrades, we've received orders to take out this little guy."
"Commander said, at all costs."
After saying this, Paul began to plan the operation, "So, we'll first ascend to 22,000 meters, and then look for an opportunity to attack."
"I will lead the first wave, Kirill the second, Igor the third, and Boris the last."
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Understood, Captain."
The three responded simultaneously, and Paul nodded in satisfaction, "Well done, my comrades."
"Then let's move forward for the alliance."
"go ahead!"
Amid shouts, the four MiG-25s climbed rapidly forward like four sharp swords.