When the Uragano appeared, many people immediately recovered from the shock and turned their attention to the hangar of Future Military.
In everyone's subconscious, if they had to find a military company that could compete with Leonardo's sixth-generation fighter, it would be Future Group, which was world-famous for its artificial intelligence.
As early as five years ago, Future Group's artificial intelligence "Little White" represented the top of the world's artificial intelligence technology. Now that five years had passed, Future 1.0 had been updated hundreds of times, and artificial intelligence had been updated countless times. However, there was still no company that could catch up with the field that Future Technology had reached five years ago.
Today, five years later, the three-level division of artificial intelligence proposed by Jiang Chen, the president of Future Group, had become the mainstream standard for artificial intelligence grading. Now most scientific research institutions around the world had set basic artificial intelligence as the first technical problem to be overcome. The price of the source code of "Little White" on the dark web had even been inflated to a sky-high price of 500 million US Dollars, but still no hacker could break through the defense of Future Technology.
In everyone's expectant sight, a Luer sedan arrived late. Jiang Chen, who got off the car, finally arrived in front of everyone. When he saw everyone looking at him, Jiang Chen was taken aback at first. A staff member of Future Military trotted over and whispered a few words next to him.
When Jiang Chen saw the silver-white fighter parked on the runway, he suddenly realized something and walked to the potential customers waiting at the door of Future Military's hangar.
"Sorry, I'm a little late."
Jiang Chen smiled at the crowd, cleared his throat, and then said.
"First of all, I want to say that what Future Military is about to exhibit is not a sixth-generation fighter. If you want to buy a sixth-generation fighter, I recommend you ask them, although I can't guarantee that they will give a reasonable offer. "
Jiang Chen noticed that when he said this, the customers gathered around him suddenly lost most of their interest in the plane parked in the hangar, and even their attitude became more perfunctory.
It was no wonder that the fifth-generation fighter could not beat the sixth-generation fighter, just like the human brain could not beat the computer. After all, in the cognition of most people, this was an unchangeable iron law.
However, Jiang Chen's next sentence made everyone freeze in place.
"But our pilots can make any fifth-generation fighter have the combat power of a sixth-generation fighter."
"Pilot?" A European customer came back to his senses, frowned, and asked in confusion, "If I remember correctly … today should be an air show, what does it have to do with pilots? Is Future Military planning to open a pilot training class? "
The hangar slowly opened, and a robot walked out of the Future Military's hangar.
Its steady steps and the rise and fall of its shoulders were no different from a normal person's. If it wasn't for its sci-fi style, it would be hard to associate it with a robot.
When Chemezov saw this robot, his first reaction was that it was a housekeeping robot from Future Heavy Industries, and his second reaction shocked himself. He muttered in his mind, "Fu * k, could this be —"
"'Matador.'" Ignoring the discussions behind him, Jiang Chen pointed to the robot that walked out of the hangar, turned to the customers gathered nearby, and said, "The first-generation electronic pilot developed by Future Military can replace conventional pilots in combat, complete maneuvers that the pilot can't bear, accurately identify enemy units, and carry out strikes … In short, a fifth-generation fighter plus a 'Matador' is equivalent to a low-spec sixth-generation fighter."
Fu * k! Electronic pilot?!
Dumbfounded, they stared at the 1.8-meter-tall robot. All the customers and potential customers were frozen in place and hadn't recovered from Jiang Chen's previous words. In particular, the sentence "a fifth-generation fighter plus a 'Matador' is equivalent to a low-spec sixth-generation fighter" directly made them dizzy.
The common sense that they had lived for most of their lives told them that this sentence was simply bullsh * t. However, this sentence came from the mouth of the President of Future Group, even if they didn't want to believe it, they subconsciously believed it.
"However, after all, it is a low-spec sixth-generation fighter." Matteo walked in front of Jiang Chen and said with a smile, "Am I right? In the face of a real sixth-generation fighter, it is still vulnerable. "
As early as when the "quality customers" in his eyes surrounded the hangar of Future Military, Matteo noticed the situation here. This situation made him feel inexplicably annoyed. It was like a performance that he had meticulously prepared for a long time was ignored by the entire audience. The stupid audience was more willing to pay attention to a popular singer, but ignored the efforts of a veteran superstar like him …
He admitted that he was a bit out of balance, but he didn't regret walking in this direction at all.
If he wanted to steal these quality customers from Future Military, he must make them realize how foolish it was to expect Future Military to surpass Leonardo in fighter jets.
"Maybe in the face of a real sixth-generation fighter." Jiang Chen smiled. Just as Matteo's smile began to show a hint of pride, Jiang Chen suddenly changed the topic and said in a mocking tone, "But it is more than enough to deal with a semi-finished product."
The pride on Matteo's face froze, and his mouth twitched, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.
"Semi-finished product? I don't understand what you are talking about. "
"Do I have to say it so clearly?" Jiang Chen shrugged, pointed to the Uragano with his chin, and smiled, "Don't tell me you plan to call that thing the sixth-generation fighter."
Matteo's smile gradually turned cold.
The audience also had a hint of anticipation in their eyes.
This kind of sale with hundreds of millions of dollars was full of the smell of gunpowder. On one side was Future Military, and on the other side was Leonardo. The chairmen of the two giants were at each other's throats. It would be a miracle if it could end peacefully!
"Do you dare to have a friendly match with us?" Matteo pointed to the Matador robot and said with a smile, "If you believe that this thing is useful."
"Why not?" Jiang Chen also smiled, "To deal with ordinary sixth-generation fighters, we may have to use Aurora, but since it is a semi-finished product, it is naturally not necessary."
Matteo's face turned completely cold.
"Oh? Then which one are you going to use? "
Jiang Chen walked to the side of the airport runway, casually glanced at the plane that had already left the hangar, and quickly made a choice. He walked in the direction of Chemezov.
Seeing Jiang Chen walking towards him, Chemezov was slightly taken aback.
"What's the matter?"
Jiang Chen pointed to the MiG-25 parked next to the runway, then said in a casual tone.
"How much is this thing? Give me one. "
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