Chapter 1370 - Uragano!

Next to the airport runway, a Slavic man and a black man stood together.

In any other place in the world, it was definitely a weird combination, but here it was completely normal. At least half of the buyers attending the Xin International Defense Exhibition were dictators from third world countries, and most of these dictators’ skin color was black.

These people hold most of the banknotes or IOUs in their hands, and they were never stingy with weapons. Since the exhibition began, they had searched for powerful sellers and paid for more convenient killing tools.

In the eyes of arms dealers, they were always the best customers.

“I don’t want Mi-25. Since there the Mi-29 is more advanced, why don’t I choose Mi-29? Honestly, I prefer Su-35 or T-50. If you don’t want to sell to us, I might consider those?” The man pointed to the Hua sellers, who stood not far away, that were looking in their direction. He looked at Chemezov and continued, “They are willing to sell their Xiaolong to us and I’m very pleased with this name. And each one only sells for 20 million dollars, and the person also told me that if we are willing to introduce their high-speed rail, he can take the initiative to let their bank give us a loan.”

Chemezov cursed in his heart. These people worked well together.

It’s fine if you just sold fighters, but now you bring the people that build rails and the people who own banks into the conversation? How do I play this game? However, it is the way to do business. Even as Earth Defense Alliance allies, each country must depend on their own ability to win the hundreds of millions of dollars order.

Chemezov calmed his emotions, coughed slightly, then he patiently persuaded the dictator from Africa to change his mind.

“Your opponents are rebels and terrorists armed with AK. They are not from the UA nor from Russia. What is the point of buying the Su-35? Put it in the hangar as a mascot? You want to buy T-50s? Even if I sell it to you, who can pilot it in your country? Our MiG-25 is cheaper than their Xiaolong, and the ground-attack ability is not inferior by any means! If you are willing to buy ten MiG-25s, I can make the decision and sell you some T-64 tanks.”

It was the most Chemezov could promise. If he recalled correctly, there were dozens of T-64s waiting to be delisted in the warehouse of the 58th Army. Although he preferred to sell air defense missiles, these poor African countries were obviously unable to pay for his air defense missiles...

Maybe it was because Chemezov’s words made sense. The man touched his chin for a while, then reluctantly nodded.

Just as Chemezov negotiated with the African about the price of Mi-25s, which were collecting dust in the hangers, should be sold at, there was a sudden commotion nearby. Chemezov stopped talking with the warlord and looked over to the crowd on the other end of the runway.

When the plane appeared on the runway, Chemezov’s pupils suddenly constricted.

As the chairman of Almaz-Antey, he was aware of some intelligence floating around. For example, the silver-white fighter with one wing wing-fusion fighter that he had read in a report compiled by the KGB.

If he remembered correctly.

Its name should be Uragano...

“Its name is Uragano!” Matteo stood on the other side of the airport runway, pointed his finger at the fighter that was slowly rolling to a stop in the middle of the runway. It was like he was commenting on a perfect piece of art. He explained to several customers gathered next to him, “It’s just like its name, and it’s as fast as a hurricane! It is the crystallization of the technology of Leonardo. A total of 200 companies have participated in its research. You may have noticed that there is no pilot inside. Yes, it is a sixth-generation fighter; the sixth-generation fighter controlled entirely by artificial intelligence!”

Air-to-ground integration, eight short and medium-range air-to-air missiles could be mounted on the bottom of the cabin to intercept enemy flying units, or mount various ground-attack missiles to perform ground support tasks. The cabin had a built-in integrated server, which could automatically identify enemy targets and perform precision strikes, and could also perform tasks under satellite navigation. In the case of missile lock, it could even automatically analyze various factors such as altitude, air velocity, and the distance between enemies. In addition, it could automatically complete evasion maneuvers or release thermal decoys.

Matteo didn’t guess wrong. When the Uragano slowly pulled out of the hangar, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone. Especially when people learned that Leonardo was the first to make a breakthrough on the sixth-generation fighter, almost everyone turned their eyes to the “Uragano.”

“A sixth-generation fighter?!”

“Unbelievable, I didn’t expect it to be made by Leonardo Group!”

“It... it doesn’t make sense? Future Group’s subsidiary Future Technology is a leader in artificial intelligence. Future Military has inherent advantages in drone technology and artificial intelligence . This is no reason Leonardo should take the lead.”

“Maybe they are too confident. After all, the combat performance of the Aurora-20 is the pinnacle of fifth-generation fighter. If I am the president of Future Group, I probably won’t invest too much capital in sixth-generation fighter with an uncertain future. From their point of view, it is normal to develop small drones to improve the combat capabilities of Celestial Trade’s ground forces... What a pity.”

“Go speak to the representative of Leonardo and ask them if Uragano is for sale. If it’s for sale, as long as the price is not too outrageous, order me ten. If it is not for sale, see if their other fighters are for sale...”

People were chatting and whispering.

The appearance of the Uragano instantly became the center of attention. All the fifth-generation and fourth-generation fighters were eclipsed by its appearance. The insurmountable gap between the generations brought air combat ahead to a new era, an era without blood, but with gunpowder.

“That... is the sixth-generation fighter?” When the warlord heard the conversation not far away, he opened, then closed his mouth, turned around to look at Chemezov, and asked in an uncertain tone, “It’s fine without a pilot?”

“It should be... yes.” Chemezov nodded reluctantly and admitted.

“What generation is the MiG-25?” the warlord asked next.

“Third-generation...”

The warlord suddenly showed a very angry expression, “Mr. Chemezov, I treat you as a friend, but you cheat me with this defective product! I said I only want the best product! Now I want to buy the Uragano. Although I don’t understand it, I can still tell that you are selling me rubbish.”

“Then you go buy it!” Chemezov was so angry that his nose flared. He pointed to the Uragano and could not resist his urge to curse, “If you can buy that thing, I will gift you 20 MiG-25s for free. AND I’ll write my name backward from now on!”

Bathed in the attention of the crowd, the corner of Matteo’s mouth raised slightly. He looked at Future Military’s firmly shut hangar, and a hint of mockery and provocation emerged in his eyes.

He did not think that Future Military could introduce anything more cutting-edge. Even the Aurora-20 standing on the pinnacle of the fifth-generation aircraft would be eclipsed by the “Uragano”...