When Bertie Buzzell didn't come to the door, Sean almost forgot about it.

The main reason is that there are too many things going on recently and they are too impactful.

In addition, the expansion of Sean's bank has made him no longer short of money, which makes Sean no longer feel the urgency.

After entertaining Bertie Buzzell, we agreed to go to Long Island to try out the airplane the day after tomorrow.

All spare parts for the aircraft are produced in the east, but the final assembly is completed in the United States.

Therefore, this place of origin is the United States!

Authentic American original goods.

…

"Not bad, it looks great." Sean looked at the brand new silver-gray propeller aircraft in front of him. The aircraft's belly and under the wings on both sides were equipped with mounts that could carry many kinds of weapons.

"Mr. Sean, our plane hasn't been named yet, please give it one." Bertie Buzzell said with a smile.

"I'll pick one up, haha, then I'll do it for you!" Sean smiled and patted Bertie Buzzell's arm. You're very smart, young man.

"Let's call it the Devil Bird!" Sean thought for a moment and raised his head and said, "Our plane is the devil that brings death, killing people like crazy!"

Bertie Buzzell had a depressed expression, as if he had seen a ghost, "Sir, our plane is for government troops, we are decent!"

"Aren't governments all devils? In the eyes of the anti-government forces?" Sean shrugged, "I think it's very good. It's just a thing used to kill people, so there's no need to use Angels, Mirs or the like. Then

It’s so shameless.”

"You...okay." Bertie Bazell opened his mouth, but finally gave up. Who makes this the major shareholder?

Since he asked someone to name him, it would be hard for him to refuse now. Isn’t that a provocation?

It should have been decided damn early!

"How do you feel about their spare parts?" Sean smiled and looked at Bertie Barzel and asked.

"It's very good. It meets our requirements very well. There is not a single defective part." Bertie Buzzell nodded with satisfaction, and after thinking for a while, he added, "After all, the technical content is not high."

Sean glanced at Bertie Buzzell with a half-smile. He bet that this guy must have been shocked by the industrial capabilities of the east.

It's not more advanced than the United States, it's more advanced than he imagined.

There are also production efficiency and costs.

The performance of this aircraft is much more advanced than the prototype F6F, but the price is the same as the F6F of the year, about US$350,000.

Of course, some advanced radar equipment, night market equipment, fire control systems, etc. will also be installed later, and the cost will definitely increase.

However, Sean has seen the unit prices of various models of Bertie Buzzell. The highest-end model, which can be equipped with cluster bombs, laser-guided bombs, anti-tank missiles, and infrared combat missiles, costs only US$1.6 million.

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Of course, a good radar costs more than 800,000 US dollars, and high-end night vision devices cost millions, but there is no need to install such a good one here.

Sean didn't think Uncle Black and the guys from South America could play at such a high level.

However, if they strongly request it, they can also install it separately, which is not a problem.

"Then are you going to order some spare parts from them to use in your Grumman?" Sean asked with a smile.

"Can you order some to try? Well, that's it." Bertie Buzzell also wanted to refuse loudly, but their prices were too cheap.

"This aircraft can definitely be used as a prototype platform." Bertie Bazell immediately changed the subject and said: "With those weapons removed, it can be used as a training aircraft, with a better radar installed, and it can be used as a maritime patrol aircraft, anti-submarine aircraft, etc.

For alerts, early warning, etc., after adding a water tank, it can be used as a forest fire-fighting aircraft, and after adding water landing gear, it can be used as a sea rescue aircraft."

"I think he still has a lot of room for development."

"Fighting forest fires? I remember that planes can't carry a lot of water. What are the effects?" Sean looked curious.

"Slow speed is okay, our minimum stall speed is only 130 kilometers, which is slower than a car!" Bertie Bazell said with a smile.

"Oh, okay." Sean shrugged. He didn't understand either. Just say it.

"How about a test?" Sean became interested and turned to look at the staff next to him.

If it were jet-type supersonic speed, he wouldn't try it. He couldn't do it without professional training, and the cabin would be sticky with vomit.

But this kind of low-speed propeller aircraft has much lower requirements for pilots.

This is why Sean said this kind of aircraft is suitable for third world countries.

The boss wants to try flying, does anyone dare to stop him?

The staff immediately called the crew to start preparations, "Sir, do you need to mount weapons?"

"Hang up, hang up everything he can." As soon as Sean finished speaking, he was stopped by Bertie Buzzell next to him.

"God, Mr. Shawn, this is New York, what do you want to do with weapons?" Bertie Buzzell said with a frantic look on his face.

"I'm not bombing New York, so what are you afraid of? Don't tell me that you don't have a military-approved aircraft testing site?" Sean looked askance at Bertie Buzzell.

"That's in the sandy area, an inaccessible place, and this is New York!" Bertie Buzzell said, dumbfounded.

"Uh..." Sean scratched his head, "Then just go to the sea and let people prepare for it."

"You, you, you, okay." Bertie Buzzell was a little crazy. He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't. "It will take at least two days to prepare various targets. It will definitely not work today.

"

"Then let's give it a try." Sean thought for a while and said.

He would never learn to fly a plane by himself. Back then, it was okay to sit in the fire control position and follow along for fun.

After flying in the sky for more than three hours and feeling addicted for a while, Sean left with great satisfaction, and the best he could do was to go shooting at sea two days later.

Others use guns for target shooting, but the super rich use airplanes for target shooting.

The life of the rich is so simple and boring!

Cluster bombs and infrared guided missiles were all tried.

A target shooting event cost more than 2 million, it was so comfortable!

…

One week later, Bogotá, the capital of Colombia.

"What kind of crappy place is this, the capital city?" Xiao En came down from the Sky Palace and muttered in a low voice as he walked.

Behind him, Lorraine pretended not to hear at all. He just reached out and poked Sean's waist, and whispered without moving his lips: "The President of Colombia is greeting you down below. What if this is captured by the video camera next to him?"

That's a diplomatic accident!

"What are you afraid of? I'll chop off anyone who dares to show off their brains!" Sean snorted, "Do you think I'm the trash of the universe?"

No one answered, everyone was used to Sean having fits from time to time regardless of the occasion.

Colombian President Gustavo kept a smile on his face and reached out to Sean in advance, saying, "Mr. Sean, welcome to Bogotá."

"Hello, Mr. President, thank you very much for coming. Bogota is very beautiful and full of exotic customs. It is a city with history. I like it here very much." Sean stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other person.

The two of them faced each other and spoke together against their will.

The flashing lights all around sounded...

Gustavo: What is this evil star doing in Bogota?

Sean: This name can also lead to the president. It sounds like a drug dealer. It is indeed Colombia!

After exchanging pleasantries in front of the cameras, Sean pulled Gustavo into his car.

In the car...

"It's not that I, Sean, am picky. I don't want to give face to the Colombian government and won't take the car you prepared. This is all for safety reasons." Sean explained in the car.

"Of course, I understand, I understand." Gustavo murmured in his heart, wondering if he was still saying that Colombia's public security is not good, and even the capital cannot guarantee the safety of guests.

But he could only keep these words in his heart. There was nothing he could do about it. There was indeed a security problem in Colombia. Drug dealers could kidnap the chief justice here.

"I've heard that Mr. Sean's car is designed after the US President's car. It is one of the best bulletproof cars in the world." Gustavo smiled and complimented, well, he also wants one.

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Colombian presidents are assassinated all the time!

Sean just pretended not to hear, what a joke, this technology is confidential and very expensive!

After chatting about the ozone layer, we arrived at the Presidential Palace and went through the diplomatic process. This was delayed for several hours and yielded nothing.

"The status is too noble, it is so painful, and a lot of time is wasted on such meaningless things." When he arrived at the residence arranged by the Colombian government, Sean stood there and stretched out his arms, and Sophie Marceau was helping him take off his clothes next to him.

clothing.

Sophie Marceau chuckled when she heard this. She knew that Sean was emphasizing his noble status in his words. This was called Versailles.

I saw Sophie Marceau while attending a film festival, and Sean was immediately impressed by Sophie Marceau's temperament.

It's definitely not because of her good looks.

At that time, Sophie Marceau was in a relationship with director Andrei Zulawski, but this was nothing to do with it.

Girls, they are all strong, romantic men, old tricks. During that time, flowers paved the road and the city was full of fireworks.
To be continued...