Next to the airport runway, a Slavic and a black man stood together.
If it was in other places, it would definitely be a strange combination, but it was normal here. At least half of the buyers attending the Xin International Defense Exhibition were dictators from third world countries, and most of these dictators had black skin.
These black men held most of the banknotes or IOUs in their hands, and they were never stingy with their weapons. Since the beginning of the exhibition, they were eager to find powerful sellers to pay for more convenient killing tools.
No race was more eager to slaughter their compatriots than them. In the eyes of arms dealers, they were always the best customers.
"I don't want the Mi-25. Since there is a more advanced Mi-29, why don't I choose the Mi-29? To be honest, I'm more inclined to choose the Su-35 or T-50. If you are not willing to sell to us, I may consider them? " The black man with a coal-colored face pointed to the Han people standing not far away, looked at Chemezov, and continued, "They are willing to sell Xiaolong to us, and I am very satisfied with the name. And each one is only sold for 20 million US Dollar, and that person also told me that if we are willing to import their high-speed rail, he can make the decision to ask the Hua bank to give us a loan. "
Chemezov cursed in his mind. These Han people who were good at working together were too unkind.
Not only did they sell fighter jets, but they also brought along people who repaired railways and opened banks. How can I play this game? However, this was the nature of doing business. Even if they were allies who also stood on the side of the Earth Defense Alliance, no one would hold back on a deal worth hundreds of millions. Whether or not they could get the order depended on their own ability.
After Chemezov adjusted his mood, he coughed gently and patiently persuaded the authoritarian warlord from Africa to change his mind.
"Your opponents are rebels and terrorists with AKs, not the UA, let alone Russians. What's the use of buying the Su-35? Put it in the hangar as a mascot? You still want to buy the T-50? Even if I sell it to you, who will you find to drive it home? Our MiG-25 is cheaper than their Xiaolong, and its ground attack ability is not bad! If you are willing to buy ten MiG-25, I can make the decision to sell you some T-64 tanks. "
This was the most Chemezov could promise. If he remembered correctly, there were still dozens of T-64s lying in the 58th Army's warehouse waiting to be phased out. Although he wanted to sell anti-aircraft missiles more, these poor African countries obviously wouldn't pay for his anti-aircraft missiles …
Perhaps thinking that Chemezov's words made sense, the black man touched his chin and thought for a while, then reluctantly nodded in agreement.
Just as Chemezov and the African were arguing about the price of the Mi-25 parked in the Russian hangar and collecting dust, there was a sudden commotion not far away. Chemezov and the warlord stopped talking and looked across the crowd to the other end of the runway.
When he saw the plane that appeared on the runway, Chemezov's pupils suddenly shrank.
As the chairman of Adamant- Antey, he had access to some information. For example, the silver-white fighter in front of him had appeared in a report prepared by the KGB.
If he didn't remember wrongly.
Its name should be Hurricane …
"Its name is Hurricane!" Standing on the other side of the airport runway, Matteo's finger pointed to the plane that slowly stopped in the middle of the runway, as if he was commenting on a perfect work of art. He explained to several customers gathered next to him, "It's like its name, fast like a hurricane! It is the crystallization of our Leonardo Group's technology, and a total of two hundred companies have participated in its research. You may have noticed that there is no pilot in its cabin. Yes, it is a sixth-generation fighter, a sixth-generation fighter completely controlled by artificial intelligence! "
The bottom of the cabin can be mounted with eight short-range and medium-range air-to-air missiles to intercept enemy flying units, or mounted with various ground-attack missiles to perform ground support missions. The cabin has an integrated server that can automatically identify enemy targets and carry out precise strikes. It can also perform missions under satellite navigation. In the case of being locked on by a missile, it can even automatically analyze factors such as altitude, airflow speed, distance between the enemy and itself, and automatically complete evasive maneuvers or release heat lures.
Matteo didn't guess wrong. When the Hurricane slowly drove out of the hangar, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. Especially when they learned that Leonardo Group was the first to make a breakthrough on the sixth-generation fighter, almost everyone present turned their attention to this "Hurricane".
"Sixth-generation fighter?!"
"Unbelievable, I didn't expect Leonardo Group to actually build it!"
"This, this doesn't make sense? Future Technology under Future Group leads the world in artificial intelligence technology, and Future Military has innate advantages in drone technology and intelligent technology. It doesn't make sense that Leonardo Group is ahead of them. "
"Maybe they are too confident. After all, the combat performance of the Aurora-20 is already at the peak of the fifth-generation fighter. If I were the president of Future Group, I'm afraid I wouldn't invest too much capital in the sixth-generation fighter with an uncertain future. Developing small drones to improve the combat capability of Celestial Trade's ground forces is a normal choice from their point of view … I can only say that it's a pity. "
"You go to the representative of Leonardo Group and ask them if this Hurricane is for sale. If they sell it, as long as the price is not too outrageous, order ten for me first. If they don't sell it, you can ask them if they have any intentions of selling other fighters … "
The people at the scene were all discussing.
The Uragano's appearance instantly stole the limelight. All the fifth-generation and fourth-generation fighters paled in comparison to it. An insurmountable gap lay between the two sides, bringing the air battle to an era where there was no smell of blood, only smoke.
"That … is the sixth-generation fighter?" When the black warlord heard the discussion not far away, he opened and closed his mouth, turned around, and looked back at Chemezov. He asked in an uncertain tone, "Is it possible without a pilot?"
"It should be … yes." Chemezov nodded reluctantly and admitted.
"Which generation is the MiG-25?" The black warlord then asked.
"Third-generation …"
The black warlord suddenly showed an angry expression. "Mr. Chemezov, I treat you as a friend, but you deceive me with this defective product! I said I only want the best! Now I'm going to buy that Hurricane. Although I don't understand it very well, I can still tell that what you sold me is a pile of garbage. "
"Then hurry up and buy it!" Chemezov's nose was crooked in anger. He pointed at the Hurricane and couldn't help but curse, "If you can buy that thing, I'll give you twenty MiG-25s for free, and I'll write my name backwards in the future!"
Bathed in everyone's sight, Matteo's mouth slightly curled up. He looked at the still-closed Future Military hangar, and a hint of mockery and provocation appeared in his eyes.
He didn't think Future Military could come up with something more powerful. Even the Aurora-20 standing at the peak of the fifth-generation fighter would be overshadowed by the "Hurricane" …
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