Five seconds later, everyone heard a sonic boom coming from the direction of the fighter jet, chasing after it, unsure of how far it had already flown away.
Since the fighter jet wasnât flying at low altitude, although everyone heard the sonic boom, it was within an acceptable range.
"Hiss~"
Hearing this sound, Mo Jingchun gasped.
The speed just now must have exceeded Mach 5.
Truly unbelievable.
Is this thing a fighter jet? Mo Jingchun refused to believe it.
If he wouldnât believe it, let alone those Western Countries.
"Brother, what was that that just flew past?"
Candy, covering her ears, looked utterly bewildered.
"It should be a fighter jet..." Mo Jingchun himself didnât believe his own words.
"Ladies and gentlemen, just now, what flew past was our countryâs independently developed spaceplane prototype."
"We still have a long way to go to achieve a spaceplane in the true sense."
However, the next sentence made the heads of states watching the broadcast feel a chill down their spine.
"Nevertheless, our spaceplane prototype can reach any location in the world within two hours."
For some reason, when Mo Jingchun heard this, a scene automatically popped into his mind.
Knock, knock, knock~
"Hello, express delivery, please sign."
Tsk, tsk, tsk, after Dongfeng Express, it seems there will be another delivery service.
Thinking about how the Beautiful Country used to make promises to Xia Country, who would have thought the tables would turn, with Xia Country making a bigger promise to the Beautiful Country.
Lately, many people probably wonât be able to sleep at night.
Just think about it, a sword hanging overhead, who can sleep soundly?
After the grand parade, under the organization of volunteers, the crowd exited in an orderly manner.
At this moment, the mysterious fighter jet had already skyrocketed to the top of trending searches online.
As to why it was called mysterious, it wasnât just because of its incredible speed.
More importantly, there was only one picture of this fighter jet online.
And it was very blurry.
So blurry that one could immediately tell the wings of the plane were inverse.
Thus, many people online complained about which idiot Photoshopped this picture, questioning if they had any common sense.
Before it was Mo Jingchunâs turn to leave his section, he was reading the news on his device.
To Mo Jingchunâs surprise, the international reaction was eerily quiet.
This... doesnât resemble their usual style at all.
That afternoon, more detailed data about this mysterious fighter jet appeared online.
No surprise there, just by guessing, one could tell where this data came from.
In the hotel, as Mo Jingchun looked at the data, he could somewhat accept it.
This thing, code-named Fighter Jet No. 1, most importantly, couldnât fly out of the atmosphere.
In short, this code-named No. 1 fighter jet was more like a sixth-generation fighter.
Intelligent, autonomous combat, high-speed mobility.
Complete.
Isnât this the sixth-generation fighter?
Although not a spaceplane, its deterrent power was still significant.
Donât underestimate it carrying only one missile.
But what if that missile had a nuclear warhead?
Mo Jingchun was sitting on the sofa in a daze when he heard a beep, and the door was opened by Candy.
Seeing this, Mo Jingchun raised an eyebrow.
"When did you take the room card?"
Candy walked in, shrugged her shoulders, and said with a cheeky grin:
"No, I just asked the young lady at the front desk for another room card."
"Brother, here you go."
Suddenly a piece of A4 paper appeared in Mo Jingchunâs hand, making him puzzled.
"What is this?"
Candy took off her shoes, climbed onto the sofa, and started to massage her brotherâs back, smiling:
"Itâs a travel guideď˝"
"Sister spent two days compiling it."
Upon hearing this, Mo Jingchun opened it, instantly exclaiming in surprise.
This travel guide had every night arranged perfectly.
Even which tourist area to stay in was all planned out.
But hadnât Zhou Yaling thought of a problem?
During the National Day holiday, staying in a hotel, are you sure thereâs no need to book in advance?
In an instant, Mo Jingchun felt this travel guide was completely unreliable.
He didnât want to end up wandering the streets with Candy and Li Xuanyu.
But... the back massage from Candy was so comfortable.
"Go get me a pen."
"Here you go, brother."
Looking at the red marker pen handed over, Mo Jingchun looked back at Candy, who was blinking her eyes incessantly.
She came prepared indeed.
"Never mind, letâs just have Zero analyze it."
Sighing, Mo Jingchun snapped a photo of Zhou Yalingâs travel guide with his hand.
"Zero, analyze this."
"Make sure we can get home on the 7th."
"Okay, boss."
At this time, Candy, while giving a back massage, interrupted:
"Zero, getting home at night is still getting home tooď˝"
At this moment, even the AI, Zero, fell silent.
"Donât listen to her nonsense; we need to get home by 6 PM."
Soon, a brand-new travel guide appeared in Mo Jingchunâs memo.
Different from Zhou Yalingâs plan to stay in hotels, Zeroâs suggestions were all homestays around the tourist areas.
Looking at the homestay illustrations, Mo Jingchun was very satisfied.
The homestay environments, compared with big hotels, were equally impressive.
The key is that there were plenty of available accommodations.
"Send it to your sister."
"Go take a look."
"Got itď˝"
In the next second, Candy jumped off the sofa, put on her shoes, and ran out.
Watching the little one achieve her goal and run off quickly, Mo Jingchun shook his head helplessly.
On the other side, Zhou Yaling, Li Xuanyu, and Candy studied the freshly baked new travel guide.
Of course, Candy could only be considered a number filler, peeking over.
Seeing half the tourist spots removed, Zhou Yaling wasnât annoyed at all.
Having free food, drinks, and fun was already good enough; how could she ask for more?
Honestly, if sheâd known, she wouldâve just let Zero create a travel guide.
She spent two days compiling it.
At dinner that night, the travel guide received unanimous agreement.
And Xu Pengfei and Li Wanning decided not to join the trip.
The two planned to visit home and then return to the company.
Mo Jingchun didnât object to this at all.
As long as Xu Pengfei was at the company, Mo Jingchun felt free to wander for a week or so.
Tonight, it seemed everyone was busy.
After finally reaching Jing City, lying in bed, Mo Jingchun was surprised to realize Qin Yuzhu hadnât contacted him.
Thinking carefully, it made sense; at this time, this lovely group of people must be the busiest.
With everything arranged, Mo Jingchun even had Zero book the next dayâs tickets and accommodations.
But in the early hours, all plans were disrupted by a phone call.
A little past two in the morning, everyone was sound asleep, including Mo Jingchun.
In the quiet room, where even a pin drop could be heard, a phone rang and vibrated.