The next morning, Zhou Ming, who had left the gentle town, got up early and left after leaving breakfast for Lin Muqing and Tang Ran. They first came to the Stanford Hotel, where the two guests from Brighton were settled.

When Zhou Ming arrived here, they were having breakfast in the restaurant. Judging from their bloodshot eyes, it was obvious that these two distinguished guests did not have a good rest yesterday.

"Mr. Zhou Ming, we can tell you good news. We had contacted the family and the Morgan consortium last night. They were willing to help us in making things difficult for Rockefeller and the Adams family alliance, and were willing to provide us with no more than $500 million in financial assistance and guarantees within their ability."

When Edward saw Zhou Ming coming, he directly said everything he wanted to say. Facing Zhou Ming's surprise, he said honestly: "I don't think my cleverness can take advantage of you, so instead of humiliating yourself, it's better to tell it honestly."

Zhou Ming knew that they had already admitted their timidity to him, but he did not expect that he would have given up to this point. However, for a politician who had successfully run for governor, Zhou Ming still had to be suspicious of what he said from such a cannibalistic person who did not spit out his bones.

Of course, he still has no need to keep it on some issues that do not involve the interests of the family or any confidentiality.

"Thanks to the Governor for the good news that he brought to me, so what about my going to Iraq?" Zhou Ming asked again.

Faced with this question, Edward did not answer directly, but looked at Zhou Ming in confusion for a while, as if he was confirming whether Zhou Ming was really going to Iraq. Zhou Ming smiled and told him: "No need to see, I will definitely go to Iraq. It's been so long from Brighton to San Francisco. Don't you understand what kind of personality I have?"

In the end, Edward gave up and answered Zhou Ming: "For this question, the Morgan Consortium has its own contact channels in Baghdad, and can even directly enter the presidential palace. Through their channels, you can guarantee that you will have more than 60% chance of not encountering any life danger."

"This is already a very high chance. Since it is in that area where war is about to break out, in return, I will take you to see his secret factory with my friends today." Zhou Ming said.

Edward and Louis did not talk anymore this time because their expressions were grim and they were obviously ready.

They then left and rushed to the airport in San Francisco. Another ally was waiting in the special guest room of the airport. He was a Chinese. Zhou Ming introduced: "This is Mr. Tang Yu, the second heir to the Tang family before. He is a shareholder of Lockfonde, and he holds the famous skunk factory project in his hand."

"I'm glad we have the opportunity to meet and cooperate, Mr. Governor and Mr. Louis, to prove my sincerity, I will take you to the Skunk Factory for a tour."

Tang Yu said expressionlessly, as if he was not talking about a world-famous weapon manufacturing base, but a very ordinary community. However, since he was deprived of his inheritance rights, Mr. Tang Yu has been in a state of seriousness and anger at any time.

Edward and Louis had no objection to this, but in fact they came for it.

Maybe it seems that they went to the skunk factory on purpose to have a bit of extra flavor, but in fact this is a manifestation of the greatest sincerity. It is like I have a production project to cooperate with. Before I find a partner company, I must look at the other party’s production workshop. You can’t be too casual, right? Now they go to the skunk factory, which is actually the meaning, but the production workshop is bigger and higher-end.

As for the other hand, Zhou Ming also wanted to satisfy his curiosity. After all, it was a super aircraft factory that produced f22, f35 and f117. Although Zhou Ming was not a military fan, he would never let him go if he had the opportunity to visit.

Of course, in addition to these, in order to help Iraq truly drag down the US military with all-round advantages, Zhou Ming needs some special weapons. In the current world, only the highest-end skunk factory is possible to complete it.

Then they boarded a private plane that had been prepared long ago. On the plane, Tang Yu reminded Zhou Ming again: "I need to tell you that I am just a shareholder of the skunk factory, and the skunk factory is an extremely special existence. In principle, I have no right to interfere in any of their projects, so you must convince his CEO, do you understand?"

Zhou Ming gave Tang Yu and O'clock a gesture, and then after an hour and a half flight, they arrived at a secret base located at the junction of Nevada.

"This is the largest laboratory and manufacturing factory with the most complete functions of Kingston Laboratory, the Skunk Factory." Tang Yu introduced to Zhou Ming and Edward Louis.

The plane landed on the base runway, perhaps for the sake of hiding, the runway here is much shorter than other runways. Therefore, whether the aircraft takes off and land, it requires specific devices to complete it. The comfort is much worse than normal landing. A seat belt is necessary, otherwise it is easy to be fallen in the cabin and overturn it.

When the plane stopped, Zhou Ming took Edward and Louis to walk off the plane with Tang Yu. It was obvious that they had a good contact. Someone was waiting there. They were uniformly wearing blue uniforms. The leader was a middle-aged man with short hair. Tang Yu introduced Zhou Ming: "This is Dr. Douglas, and he is also the CEO of this Kingston Laboratory."

Zhou Ming took the initiative to shake hands with Dr. Douglas and greet him and introduced himself. Then they followed Douglas into the base.

Perhaps because the cost of digging the mountain is too high, the interior space of this Kingston base is undoubtedly worth every inch of land, so there is no twists and turns of labyrinth corridors designed here. You can see a huge manufacturing factory when you enter the base.

Like the photos found in the skunk factory on the Internet in my previous life, this is a factory with huge space. On the gray floor below, there are many things like planes parked. Now they are still steel skeletons. Groups of engineers like ants shuttle back and forth between the planes. According to Dr. Douglas' introduction, this is the aircraft manufacturing factory, and the ones below are all aircraft in assembly and testing.

"It's so spectacular. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I could not imagine it. This is simply God's masterpiece. I'm afraid that the legendary District 51 would be nothing more than that." Louis exclaimed.

Hearing Louis's amazement, Dr. Douglas suddenly stopped and turned to look at him disdainfully and said, "Zone 51? Please don't mention the amusement park that creates suspense gimmicks for the crowd in front of me, okay? He is on the other side of the mountain. His biggest function is to attract all tourists who want to find out the secrets there. If there is really Zone 51 in this world, this is the real Zone 51!"

Dr. Douglas's words were very confident and made Zhou Ming very interested. After all, if you pay attention to American science fiction in the future, you will not know about this famous area 51.

Zhou Ming also checked these mysterious things online in his previous life, but what he didn't expect now was that no matter the information published online or the countless people risked their lives to go to nearby hills to take photos, they were all fake Zone 51. The function of that fake Zone 51 is to help hide the real Zone 51 and attract everyone who wants to find out about Zone 51.

When everyone and the media are racking their brains to get into that fake District 51, I'm afraid no one would have thought that the real District 51 is on the other side of the mountain.

However, it must be said that the US government has taken great pains to hide this real District 51, because although the one there is a fake District 51, whether it is in the shape, the UFO that appears from time to time, the vibration from the underground, and the area closely monitored are all done in accordance with the requirements of the real secret base.

"But Dr. Douglas, is this just an ordinary aircraft manufacturing factory?" Zhou Ming asked suddenly.

Douglas frowned: "Sir, this is the world's highest-level laboratory, and all the cutting-edge talents and madmen are gathered here, whether it is creativity or other, it is the top one, so there is not only aircraft here! The first atom bomb is transported from here, stealth aircraft that cannot be captured by radar, can strike far-reaching intercontinental missiles, etc. In addition to these, we have also conducted a lot of other weapons research work in this laboratory."

Dr. Douglas said very arrogantly: "I can say very responsibly that there are definitely more programs needed to be written here every year than any software company in the world!"

"It seems that there will be no aliens here?" Zhou Ming asked again.

"Of course not. This book is not defined as science fiction. Everything is within the scope of science and has factual evidence!" Douglas replied.

After hearing this, Zhou Ming asked meaningfully: "Is that so? It seems that my idea of ​​coming to the skunk factory may be correct, but I just don't know if you can produce bullets?"

When Douglas heard Zhou Ming’s question, he was stunned. He stared at Zhou Ming blankly and said in annoyance: “Mr. Zhou Ming, please tell me that you are just kidding me, otherwise I will definitely invite you out.”

Zhou Ming shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Glass, I'm not kidding. I came here this time to ask your Kingston Laboratory to help me create a special bullet that can hit me every time. It is equipped with a micro-guided device on the bullet. It has a bullet that can be adjusted after being fired and can accurately hit the target. Can the skunk factory do it?"

As soon as Zhou Ming finished speaking, Dr. Douglas stared at Zhou Ming's eyes and asked: "What do you know about the micro laser guidance system?"

Douglas's sudden action shocked Zhou Ming, but with ** watching from behind, Zhou Ming was not worried about any problems, so he replied: "I don't know. I just want to have such a bullet. Can your laboratory be completed?"

Zhou Ming really doesn't know that the reason he said this kind of bullet was because he found out in later generations that there were really such bullets. Although the online release time was on the 10-year Afghan battlefield and was indeed produced by the skunk factory, after experiencing the technology exhibition of Aipai Company and seeing those technologies that were leading the era for many years, Zhou Ming thought that perhaps he would have such bullets in the secret laboratory of the skunk factory.

Therefore, Zhou Ming asked Douglas with a try-and-see attitude. In addition, based on the personality of ordinary scientific madmen, this kind of super-age concept can definitely arouse his interest, and as long as he is interested, he can convince him.

Douglas did not answer the first time. He stared at Zhou Ming's eyes for a long time, and then said after confirming that Zhou Ming really didn't know: "It seems that you are also a person with genius ideas. The answer I give you is that we do not have the bullet you mentioned at the moment, but we have a micro laser guidance system that has been formed. As long as this system is installed on the bullet and after special debugging, I believe that you can achieve the 100% hit goal you need."

"But I need it soon." Zhou Ming said again.

"Please trust my laboratory. I can mass-produce it for you in no more than a week at most!" Douglas agreed with a patted breast.

Zhou Ming smiled and stretched out his hand: "That is to say, we can start working together?"

Douglas happily clapped Zhou Ming and said, "Of course, on this special bullet project!"

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Chapter completed!