The glasses fell on the smooth table and made a soft sound. It was a little harsh. Zou Yingxing's cold retort at this time made everyone feel even more surprised. The most powerful political figures in the Federation were sitting in the small conference room, so naturally, they would not show this kind of surprise on their faces. They continued to look at the documents with their heads down as before, drinking tea as if they had not heard anything. However, they were all shocked and confused. They did not understand why Zou Yingxing would jump out of his silence and confront the National Security Advisor directly.
The National Security Advisor's expression was somewhat ugly. After a moment, he said calmly, "So we have to wait for Nutshell? The question is, how long do you have to wait? How long does the Federation have to wait? Three months? Half a year? We can wait, but will those ambitious people in the Empire wait? Everyone here should be aware that the Empire's new mecha had already been in development since three years ago. Although we still don't know how far they have progressed, we have to make our own preparations. If the MX is equipped to the frontlines a day earlier, the Federation's brave soldiers may have one less sacrifice. I disagree with Deputy Minister Zou's opinion. "
"We shouldn't have to wait for too long." Zou Yingxing calmly looked at the documents in front of him and said, "But if we don't wait and unilaterally adopt the new mecha standards of the Academy of Science, how will we appease Nutshell? As far as I know, there are hundreds of engineers and tens of thousands of workers in the engineering department who have put in years of hard work for this mecha. "
"How long is' not too long '?" The National Security Advisor looked coldly at Zou Yingxing and said, "As the President's National Security Advisor, I cannot disregard the safety of the Federation just to appease the employees of one company."
The atmosphere in the conference room had long become somewhat tense. It was not common to see the Deputy Minister of Defense face to face with the National Security Advisor, so most people chose to remain silent. Even the Scientific Advisor, who was secretly on Zou Yingxing's side, could not confirm how long Nutshell would take, so it was not convenient for him to offer his support.
"I think the Nutshell should stop for now." Mr. Security Consultant looked into Zou Yingxing's eyes and said firmly.
At this moment, an official who had been sitting at the corner of the round table suddenly smiled at the crowd and said, "I think we can wait for two more days."
The people in the meeting room naturally knew that this young official was the Deputy Director of the Office of the President's Residence, Boog. As the Deputy Director of the Office of the President's Residence, his level of authority was not high, but because of his relationship with the President, he was able to attend the meeting. Could it be that he was speaking on behalf of the President?
In a moment of doubt and silence, Deputy Director Boog looked at the security consultant and said politely, "The key is time. It's not appropriate to wait too long." He then turned to Zou Yingxing and asked calmly, "The Department of National Defense should be monitoring the progress of the shell engineering department. Can you give me a specific time?"
After a moment of silence, Zou Yingxing said, "One week."
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A joint meeting that appeared to be tit-for-tat on the surface, but which was surging in the dark, thus ended. The Federation government still had not made any specific follow-up measures in response to the explosive news from the Academy of Science. Just outside the meeting room, the security consultant dialed the President's top-secret phone number. As he silently cursed this useless idiot far away in South Dakota, his facial expression and tone simultaneously changed.
"Khufu." The security consultant had an extremely close relationship with President Sieg, so he directly called out the President's name. Moreover, there was a trace of friendly concern in his warm tone. "Regarding the matter of the new mecha, what exactly do you think?"
President Sieg's angry voice came from the other end of the phone. "The Academy of Science actually released the news without informing the government. Does that Lin fellow still have any respect for me, the President?"
The security consultant softly comforted him and said a few words on behalf of the Federal Academy of Science. Only then did the President's anger dissipate slightly. After hanging up the phone, he touched his silver hair and could not help but shake his head. He thought to himself that this friend and student of his was really an idiot. If he had not taken care of many things for him these past few years, he was afraid that he really would have become the most laughable President in the history of the Federation.
After Zou Yingxing left the meeting room, he directly went to his office. Secretary Jiao, who had been following behind him, quickly dialed the number of the shell engineering department in Hong Kong and found Xu Le.
"You only have one week," Li Yao said. Secretary Jiao thought of the tired state of the president and said in a more serious tone, "The minister has already done his best."
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In a manor on the outskirts of the capital of Nanke State, Special Task Force agents dressed in dark suits were vigilantly watching everything that was happening outside the manor. In a room on one side of the manor, a device specifically used to monitor the electrical current noise caused by the heating of large-scale equipment was constantly working. Ever since the assassination attempt at the Linhai State Gymnasium, the big shots of the Federation realized that there were actually people in this world who were crazy enough to use military mechas to carry out assassinations. This manor was the summer retreat of the President of the Federation, so in terms of security and defense, they were naturally very cautious.
Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the manor, President Huff Sieg was looking at the scenery outside with a gloomy face. There was no trace of the anger that he had shown in the previous phone call.
"Some people are really messing around. The Federal Academy of Science is in a mess, and Senal is also in a mess now. "
The highest leader of the Federation was known for his two opposite personalities, which were cowardice and anger. He had never been highly regarded in the political world, and his popularity was also very low. However, for some reason, he had already been re-elected once.
The director of the office stood silently behind the president with the phone in his hand. Senal was the National Security Advisor, the president's teacher in school, a friend, and an important figure in the government. There was no doubt that President Huff Sieg's words clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with this person.
"There are still a few months before my term ends, but some people are already in a hurry to find their next job." President Huff Sieg's lips curled into a mocking smile as he said, "When Senator Pabre was still a lawyer, he had already embarrassed Senal several times. His company was awarded a large sum of money. No wonder he is so nervous this time."
The director of the office stood behind the president and said, "There is still a week for the shell."
"A week. That should be enough to satisfy that madam." President Huff Sieg lit a thick stick of tobacco and said vaguely, "I don't care who wins or loses. As long as it's beneficial to the Federation, it's fine. Internal conflicts can't mess up external affairs. I've been resting for the Federation for 10 years just to prepare for the upcoming invasion of the Empire."
"No." The president waved the tobacco in his hand. "My successor should have the courage to attack the Empire."
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The entire Federation was passionately discussing the new generation of the MX mecha in the past few days. There were continuous in-depth reports on the TV and newspapers. The researchers of the Federal Academy of Science suddenly became the most popular interview guests. For the sake of confidentiality, they naturally wouldn't discuss the specific technical parameters and development process of the light purple MX mecha. However, the possible effects of the dual engines had been thoroughly analyzed.
In addition to the TV and newspapers, the various forums and microblogs on the Internet also played an important role in this mecha craze. Countless military enthusiasts of the Federation spared no effort in analyzing the combat performance of the MX mecha through the limited video data available. Countless people fantasized about the brave soldiers of the Federation operating the powerful mecha and defeating the barbaric invaders in the war against the Empire's invasion.
In the blink of an eye, the patriotic passion of the Federation was fully aroused. Everyone was discussing the mecha, the dual engines, the electron jet, and other technical terms that they didn't understand before. Following this discussion, the Federal Academy of Science's position in the hearts of the people became more and more noble. Dean Lin, who led the development of the new mecha, also received unprecedented respect.
In this atmosphere, even the most important autumn offensive of the presidential election was about to be forgotten by the media and the people. Only a very small number of people knew that the public support that the Federal Academy of Science gained from this incident was about to be converted into political support for the election of Ross Medellin's presidential candidate partner.
On the surface, the underground Nutshell Engineering Department of the Harbor City Industrial Park wasn't affected by this craze. All the engineers continued to follow the established schedule, silently and diligently carrying out their work. Life had to go on. Although that faint sense of disappointment still shrouded the space, as long as the Federation government didn't announce it, they would fight for it.
The MX mecha parked in the underground warehouse was nearing completion. In the isolation room, on the assembly line, countless components were being assembled. The wings were attached, and the firepower system was also beginning to be installed one by one on the body of the mecha under the fine control of the mechanical arms. After the second coating, the surface of the MX mecha glowed with a silvery-white light. Coupled with the wings on the back, it looked exceptionally beautiful.
Beautiful, but it could be forgotten by the entire Federation. Xu Le rubbed his dry eyes and licked his dry lips. He looked at the MX mecha in front of him with more confidence than anyone else. It was at this moment that two words suddenly appeared on the grey holographic screen of the workbench.
"Hello."
Xu Le was slightly taken aback. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the two small words. Shock grew in his heart. This was the workbench that he had spent a great deal of effort to set up. It could block all wireless communications. How could someone hack into the workbench and send him a signal? Could it be that existence he didn't want to think of again, and wanted to chat with him out of boredom?
The intruder didn't frighten Xu Le for too long. A second line of small words immediately appeared.
"I've done a comparison of the components. I feel that some of the designs of the mecha from the Academy of Science are better. Would you like to take a look?"
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