Chapter 467

Chapter 467: Directional Energy Focus and Destruction

Mechanic Liu Minwei was taken aback when the person showed no signs of stopping, but instead climbed directly into the cockpit.

What was that sound from the J-14 earlier?

It sounded like a car unlocking. Did this guy actually think of the “Eagle Falcon” as his private vehicle?

Liu Minwei grew anxious. This J-14 “Eagle Falcon,” which had not yet been fully deployed by the military, had taken considerable effort from the company’s higher-ups to borrow from Shenyang Aircraft Corporation for display here to showcase their strength.

If something went wrong, he would be in big trouble. Just as he was about to shout for security, he saw the person in the cockpit toss something outside, which hung on the canard wing.

What was that? It looked familiar; it seemed to be a badge. Yes, it was a badge! Liu Minwei stared, taking a step closer.

Name: Lin Mo

Position: Pilot

That photo looked very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Ah! Director Lin!

Mechanic Liu Minwei suddenly remembered that the person who tested this J-14 at the test flight site was none other than him!

He quickly covered his mouth. This was classified information; he couldn’t let anything slip.

How did this pilot director get here? Liu Minwei recalled that none of the personnel in their departing group included Director Lin, and the company higher-ups’ planes wouldn’t arrive until evening. Did he come alone?

With his identity confirmed, Liu Minwei calmed down. He quickly collected his thoughts and made a plan.

Stand tall, turn around, and walk away!

He acted as if he hadn’t seen anything, as if nothing had happened.

He had no intention of interfering with what Director Lin was up to in the cockpit. His own administrative rank and confidentiality level weren’t even higher than Lin Mo’s.

Clearly, only high-ranking company personnel could operate this fighter jet; spies wouldn’t have access to such core secrets.

At least this “Eagle Falcon” could automatically initiate remote control, a feature Liu Minwei wasn’t even aware existed.

Beep, beep! The two unlocking sounds were actually Qiu from Shenyang mimicking Lin Mo’s remote unlocking feature from the P-51 Mustang, which sounded impressive.

They didn’t even add a single new part to the J-14 but simply programmed a small module to achieve this function effortlessly; any programmer could do it without difficulty.

And now, as Lin Mo activated the standard military data link to send a request signal, the misunderstanding arose that this fighter jet had transformed into a private vehicle.

The mechanics at National Defense Star naturally didn’t know that this system coding structure originated from Lin Mo, as Shenyang had completely abandoned their existing system and directly adopted Lin Mo’s platform structure. This allowed him to easily half-activate the fighter jet.

However, the fuel tank was empty, and the engine couldn’t start on the exhibition stand.

National Defense Star originally had a J-20 “Mighty Dragon,” but that future main fighter jet was still in critical confidentiality testing and couldn’t be borrowed. Another finished X-1 was merely an experimental machine and even less suitable for exhibition.

If Shenyang hadn’t stepped up to help, National Defense Star might have had to settle by displaying a J-8, J-10, or FC-1 Fighter Jet, which would have had a completely different impact compared to showcasing the most advanced prototypes.

Occasionally, the products from several Chinese fighter jet manufacturers would overlap, with the same aircraft appearing at different exhibitor stands.

However, even identical products would have differences, including slight changes in configuration and appearance, to avoid unnecessary price wars and to prevent giving advantages to foreign competitors.

Different product specifications allowed the original manufacturers to reduce production pressure and unnecessary costs and meet varying client needs, while other domestic producers could also benefit from export orders, sharing in profits together.

Inside the cockpit, Lin Mo simply sat there, with the transparent visor display of the Dragon General tactical helmet rapidly refreshing data streams and conducting function comparisons.

He had a stronger attachment to this advanced J-14 compared to the nearby J-11.

The long-lost little lover, the “Eagle Falcon,” seemed to have many improvements, especially in the operational application module, which was influenced by Lin Mo. It became easier to control, and the auxiliary coordination features increased significantly, allowing the pilots to focus more on combat.

The J-14 “Eagle Falcon,” after a series of upgrades, saw improvements in its fire control system and maneuverability accuracy. The fierce and gentle characteristics of the aircraft were purposefully amplified and adjusted, making the aircraft more obedient for the pilots, while its aggression toward combat targets grew fiercer.

After tuning for about an hour, Lin Mo had already absorbed the upgraded features of the J-14 and did not plan to conduct a test flight, as it was unnecessary. There were many manufacturers present, and even more agents, with spies and intelligence operatives everywhere, making it crucial to stay vigilant. Even when catching a lift with an Old Russian, Chen Haiqing had warned Lin Mo to be cautious of potential espionage, reminding him that this wasn’t a battlefield where problems could be solved through extreme measures.

It wasn’t that Lin Mo suspected Shenyang Aircraft Corporation or Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group would send commercial spies. These two giants had no interest in suppressing the emerging National Defense Star and had supported them in various ways. The thought of sending spies was out of the question, as they viewed National Defense Star with indifference.

Lin Mo didn’t intend to reveal too many secrets about this little lover until the last batch of personnel from National Defense Star arrived. Looking at the time, it was almost five o’clock, leaving two hours until Chen and the others would arrive.

Lin Mo greeted He Xiangling, the publicity officer in charge of the National Defense Star exhibition area, who was watching the model rehearsals. He then headed to the hotel.

Walking along the main passage wide enough for two fighter jets to taxi side by side, Lin Mo sensed someone taking pictures of him. After stepping out of the “Eagle Falcon” cockpit, he hadn’t removed his tactical helmet.

He wasn’t a celebrity, and he didn’t like being the center of attention. With the helmet on, he activated the detection equipment.

What’s this? Someone hiding behind an advertisement board taking pictures? Does this kid think I don’t know?

Lin Mo simply turned and smiled charmingly, a look that could enchant cities and nations alike.

The poor child holding the DSLR camera felt a sudden heat when Lin Mo coldly glanced at him, and then smoke and flames burst forth from the camera.

The person trying to take a sneak photo was startled and let out a scream, dropping the camera, which ignited immediately, destroying the data inside—definitely Game Over.

The lithium-ion battery in the DSLR was already flammable and explosive, and now it caught fire, like pouring oil on flames, rapidly intensifying the blaze, threatening the nearby exhibition area.

The patrolling French security guards noticed the sudden fire and acted quickly, pulling a white cylindrical object from their belts and throwing it toward the source of the flames.

There were several loud bangs as the startled photographer was enveloped in a cloud of white powder, effectively neutralized.

The guards had thrown firebombs to extinguish the flames, and although it was an emergency response, the area was filled with expensive aerospace products, making any damage worth the risk.

The fire was quickly snuffed out, and the camera was reduced to a charred, unrecognizable mass. The individual attempting to photograph Lin Mo was promptly tackled by nearby security and promptly escorted away.

Without turning back, Lin Mo noticed that within a 100-meter radius around him, small electronic devices with special functions sparked and emitted smoke without exception.

It was as if his vicinity was a no-spy zone, with his left wristwatch releasing several whip-like invisible energy pulses that moved and converged, leading to a sudden spike in temperature at the intersection, causing wild induced current to surge through delicate circuitry.

Wherever it passed, everything was destroyed by the sudden overpowering voltage.

Is that a directional energy-focused electromagnetic pulse?!

The agents hidden among the exhibitors exchanged looks, realizing that if it weren’t for the directional energy-focused electromagnetic pulse, there’s no way so many electronic devices could be selectively burned out.

If the gathered energy was substantial enough, it could ignite the DSLR camera, which was entirely possible.

What kind of equipment is this? They didn’t see anything visible; could it be in the helmet?

Personal phones, computers, speakers, and lights nearby remained unharmed.

Clearly, the operator was equipped with an automatic identification system, selectively executing energy destruction.

Is that an attack-type digital tactical armor?

And one that enhanced the electronic warfare system! How could such equipment be present in such a public setting? Had the Chinese gone crazy to bring this out?

It was comparable to a mainstay fighter jet. The audacity was astounding.

Now, everything had quieted down. Although some of Lin Mo’s small devices were destroyed, the opponents’ equipment was taken out too, returning everyone to square one.

Some individuals respected Lin Mo’s stealthy tactics but couldn’t voice their anger, as their actions were shameful.

While moving between the Lockheed Martin and Boeing exhibition areas, a group that seemed like reporters communicated silently, exchanging nods before one of them discreetly left the exhibition hall.

After passing through multiple security checks, Lin Mo exited Bourget Airport. His first move wasn’t to find the National Defense Star hotel but to head to a nearby bank to exchange some euros. Fortunately, he had a couple of Visa cards in hand to withdraw some cash for pocket money.

Although he carried a wallet, it only contained Chinese yuan, which shops in France wouldn’t accept.

Without euros, even catching a taxi would be difficult, yet the starting fare for a taxi in Paris was only about two euros. Even a trip across the entire city wouldn’t exceed twenty euros.