Chapter 310

Chapter 310: One Side of the Earth and the Other Side

Not every pilot could master these special exclusive techniques, but under Lin Mo, the ACE instructor, the skills he passed down made the trainees from other groups green with envy. They even took the time to sit in on his lessons, which caught other instructors by surprise and forced them to admit their respect.

Lin Mo had no secrets; he taught techniques that were not even found in textbooks, some of which were known only to the designers of fighter jets. Although this young instructor arrived the latest and seemed to know less about the Mountain Eagle and the Dark Sabre than the trainees, in that short time, he surpassed everyone in skill as if he had flown for thousands of hours and faced real combat, leaving American pilots at a loss.

Even more unexpectedly, Instructor Lin managed to bond with the engineers from the maintenance crew, spending his breaks in the hangar discussing theories, exchanging technical ideas, and even testing new equipment with impressive knowledge. His expertise in fighter jets earned him profound admiration; it was clear he was indeed an ACE, capable of feats beyond others’ reach.

The “Dark Sabre” operational control system that Lin Mo handed over to Qiu left all the experts in the maintenance crew in shock. This brand-new system outperformed the native system originally created by Shenyang Aircraft Corporation on the J-15 “Dark Sabre,” maximizing the aircraft’s performance and even incorporating special practical functions unknown to experts like Qiu.

The engineers and experts responsible for testing this system were thrilled, rushing to send their findings and source code to the Shenyang Aircraft Factory that very night. This sparked a massive ripple, causing a stir inside Shenyang and even triggering a small earthquake.

At first, those involved with the “Dark Sabre” development team at Shenyang couldn’t believe their results, thinking it might be a prank or mere practice work by Qiu and his team. But after conducting real tests, that idea vanished without a trace. Their shocked faces mirrored Qiu’s team’s first reaction when they saw the test report: amazed to discover that Lin Mo’s custom system improved the J-15 “Dark Sabre” performance by 8% over their native system, effectively enhancing the “Dark Sabre” overall performance by the same percentage.

Not only that, but during the functional comparisons, they uncovered nine hidden bugs in the native system that even Shenyang’s software engineering team didn’t know about. While these bugs weren’t critical, if they were triggered in battle, they could lead to fatal flaws. In contrast, Lin Mo’s system showed none of these hazards.

An 8% performance increase represented a near revolutionary upgrade of the “Dark Sabre” operational system without modifying any hardware, achieved merely from the efforts of a young instructor over ten days.

In fact, during those ten days, Lin Mo didn’t spend all his time fully focused on developing the system. He started by learning about the J-15 “Dark Sabre” aircraft, participating in tests, and even competing against American pilots in duels.

Such a high level of interaction could rapidly deepen one’s understanding of the J-15, but not every pilot possesses the skills to create their own operational system. In reality, only specialized top engineers can do this, and even those aren’t necessarily professional pilots.

The training aboard the Shilang aircraft carrier turned out to be a pleasant surprise. Even Shenyang’s executives never anticipated such unexpected gains—it was akin to stumbling upon a new upgraded system.

If it weren’t for the fact that the developers belonged to the military, Shenyang might have even considered sending someone over to recruit Lin Mo, as it would be a disservice to the people and the party to let such an expert slip away.

However, upon investigation, they discovered Lin Mo’s background and future seemed to have been arranged, especially with the 611 Institute and National Defense Star keeping a keen eye on him—similar to their interest in Shenyang. Shenyang understood that matters were never as simple as they appeared.

A treasure lying on the table without a clear price tag didn’t mean it lacked an owner; it merely indicated too many competitors vying for it, making it hard for anyone to take action.

After gaining Shenyang’s approval, Qiu quickly arranged for ten J-15 “Dark Sabre” carrier-based aircraft to refresh Lin Mo’s provided operational control system for practical validation.

Even a 1% difference was easily perceptible to the trainees and instructors with at least 1,000 hours of flying experience. The survey feedback unanimously named it the “Dragon Saddle 1.0” operational control system.

Even though the programmers from Shenyang’s native system development team might feel dissatisfied, they couldn’t stop the higher-ups from making a decision: to abandon the original operational system source code package and develop expansions based on Lin Mo’s provided source code.

Choosing not to use an available and superior option would be foolish.

Without informing Lin Mo, who was far away enjoying the sun above the South China Sea, Shenyang directly released a reward of 3 million yuan for technical development. They also sought a lasting partnership, which included the invaluable combat records Lin Mo had gained against the F-35—something with immeasurable worth.

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“What the hell is going on? Not only did we end up empty-handed, but we also let the Chinese gain an advantage?”

In a conference room at the Pentagon, a loud smack echoed as someone’s palm hit the wooden table. Clearly, this wasn’t the first time this had happened. The hand’s mastery indicated remarkable skill, which had reached an advanced level.

The exquisite detailing of the maple wood grain was suffering under rough treatment. Though the wood had excellent durability, corrosion resistance, high hardness, low shrinkage, minimal aging, and crack resistance—leading to an expected long lifespan—it had become significantly shortened through repeated pounding and vibrations.

“Look at the mess you created! You’ve embarrassed the United States beyond belief; it would have been better to engage the Chinese directly!” The angry owner of the voice had a demeanor akin to a predator with a golden body and black stripes, his forehead marked with a natural “king” symbol, his fierce eyes scanning the trembling individuals around the conference table.

At the head of the table, a white general wielded his fierce gaze like a weapon, uttering each word with emphasis. “Who can tell me why this happened?”

Silence engulfed the room for a long moment. Just as everyone braced for an eruption, a stuttering voice broke the tension.

“I’m sorry! I just want to say it was completely unexpected; yes, unexpected!”

The aggressive stare of the curly-haired black major startled by the response. The white general, about fifty years old and in the prime of his life, snorted through his nose: “Unexpected?”

“What I want is proof, not some excuse! What kind of garbage explanation is that?”

Encouraged by others’ glances, the black major spoke again: “We had no idea that submersible’s defenses would be so high. Not even our Sea Wolf could survive such an attack. According to our intelligence agencies, the target shouldn’t involve the Chinese at all. They didn’t even show the willingness to intervene.”

“Is that all you have to tell me? We’ve suffered enough losses in Asia lately. Look at what CIA has done! Are you really bringing up CIA? They lost an entire elite Cat Tail team, two fully-armed Strikers, and the most advanced high-power laser cannons, with nothing left to show for it. Those CIA guys can’t provide a satisfactory report on the damage we’ve sustained, and the Six Bureau fools don’t even measure up to those idiots! You still believe them? God! When will you lot start using your brains?”

The white general breathed heavily, his voice threatening to shatter the conference room’s glass windows. Then he reprimanded loudly: “Just look at the George Washington. Is that cannon task force still functioning? One Chinese aircraft can toy with it, and it even simulated shooting down our F-35! The entire Hornet Squadron’s pilots lost control by being toyed with and dared to fire missiles against orders. These fools have not only embarrassed the Department of Defense; they’ve also shamed every American! Ladies and gentlemen, wake up! This is just a training ship; it’s terrifying how little you know! If the Chinese deploy their real aircraft carrier task force, are we supposed to let our fleet patrol the Nevada desert? This is turning us into a laughingstock for every country in Eurasia! Do you realize the price we’ve had to pay to soothe Chinese anger? At least three Chinese nuclear submarines were lurking near the scene, ready to attack. Do you want to leave our carrier task force stranded in the South China Sea?”

His fuming shout reverberated through the already cramped conference room.

The audience, scolded to the point of feeling ghostly pale, watched as the black major refrained from speaking up again.

“Fine, fine! You hopeless fools have left me deeply disappointed!” The white general rubbed his forehead, slightly swollen from anger, pushing his rough fingers through his graying hair, showing just how agitated and pressured he felt.