Chapter 290

Peanut village Pentagon

Although he is not familiar with this kind of place, and even knows how many roads, how to go, including what secret passages, Nick Fury still feels a trace of discomfort, This feeling came from about thirty senior officers who also stayed with him in a circular ladder conference room and their same number of adjutants.

In the middle of the conference room, a middle-aged man was talking about the projection behind him.

"This will be a new conceptual weapon, controllable, powerful, clean and environmentally friendly. Most importantly, it has an independent intelligent judgment system!"

James McCullen now looks like a stepmother who is worried that his daughter will not marry out, boasting about the nano decomposition warhead Mk II he brought.

"Excuse me, you just said intelligence, right? How intelligent is it? Can it launch and hit the target without our operation?" Nick Frey raised his hand and asked.

"Er!" The interrupted McCullen showed a trace of pride on his face. This brother is really holding his eyes. This assist is really great!

"The black light... Commander in black asked well!" McCullen took the remote control and switched the picture. A group of tracked robots painted in two colors appeared on it.

"Red, blue!" McCullen specifically pointed to the picture.

"The blue side launched a nano warhead!"

In the picture, a staff member carrying a rocket launcher smashed a warhead filled with green liquid into the robot group swinging hammers at each other. As the warhead exploded, the green liquid sputtered out, and then soared up rapidly, swallowing the robot. Then the shooter started the system, and the green fog originally wrapped in the blue robot suddenly turned, Instead, the Red Square was swallowed up. When the last red square robot disappeared into the fog composed of countless nano robots, the shooter pressed another button again, and then the green fog instantly turned into gray black iron filings and fell to the ground.

"Pa pa pa..." the audience in the conference room clapped their hands. Among other things, the effect was very good. Dozens of robots disappeared in almost 20 seconds, fast, efficient and accurate. Many generals have a strong interest.

"I want to ask, can you eat anything?" Nick Frey raised his hand again.

"As long as it is metal, such as air and space warships, air and space warships, air and space warships!" Say something important three times.

"Hahaha..." McCullen's emphasis made everyone laugh. In fact, air warships have not been a novelty since the end of the war in New York. In order to recover funds, Fisher put the paladin Mothership listed by the Winslow Pact (call of Duty Black action worldview) on the giant God's arms sales rack.

This aircraft carrier equipped with 127mm automatic gun, a large number of missile compartments and unmanned aircraft hangar is only more than 100 meters long, the highest flight altitude is only 8 kilometers, and the speed is about 500 kilometers per hour. After filling up the fuel, it can fight for two days at one time. Because it uses a large number of composite materials, the price is only over 200 million, So basically, countries with a little money ordered one or two, and even Cao county secretly bought one. After delivery, they deployed it in Panmunjom to scare their neighbors.

An arms race has thus begun. Electromagnetic weapons, energy weapons, hypersonic missiles and combat robots that shine brightly in the war have immediately become hot products in the international arms market. Almost old arms factories with names have begun to transform. They are capable of studying missile engines and high-energy batteries, and those who are unable to find ways to buy authorization, There are also many people like McCullen who choose to provide targeted weapons programs.

In addition to nano warheads, McAllen, who is ready to launch, has smashed more large projects at one go, including night crow stealth fighters that can cruise at supersonic speed, bionic combat high-speed submarines, pulse guns, and Rex, who is regarded as a cash cow by McAllen. During this period, it's like taking drugs. All kinds of projects are pushed out one after another. These technical reserves make McAllen cry and laugh, The funny thing is that the hens have been laying eggs for many years, and the investment of tens of billions of dollars has finally begun to pay off. What he cries is these technologies. It will take him a long time to recover the cost, and his trip to the United States is his first stop to recover the cost!

"Then how much is a warhead?" Nick Frey also raised the most concerned issues of all present.

"A warhead of 500 million!" McCullen was a little embarrassed.

"Francs?"

"Euro!"

"Hiss!" All the people took a breath, and the warhead was 500 million, which was a little expensive. Although the effect of nano robot decomposing weapons was great, the cost showed that it could not be sent to big soldiers like rockets. When 500 million warheads went to fight a five million dollar tank, black millet could do the job.

"Of course, if the sales volume goes up, the cost can still be reduced. If you order 1000 warheads, it can be reduced to $300 million!"

"I think of the most expensive main battle!" A British general sneered. The French weapons are still great, but the cost of mirage fighter and Le Claire is not low.

Although very excited, the high price was prohibitive, so McCullen finally sold four warheads, which were collectively purchased by NATO.

"Director Nick, doesn't the s.h.i.e.l.d. need this weapon?" After the meeting, Nick Frey really wanted to go, but he was stopped by the other party.

"The current funds of the Divine Shield bureau are not enough to purchase such expensive weapons!" Nick Frey shook his head. He was a big gun and ship party. In his opinion, what the Divine Shield Bureau needed to maintain its superb position in the world was not a single weapon, but a warship.

"Well, we have something else. You must need a pulse gun, right?" McCullen showed an almost begging expression.

"What about the price?" Nick Fury raised his eyebrows and smiled knowingly.

Although the funds of the s.h.i.e.l.d. Bureau soared and the military expenditure was half higher than that of the United States with the efforts of Nick Furui, the stewed eggs still had to be deducted and searched in the procurement. Anyway, this was the seller's market.

McCullen is also a big head. Everyone works for Hydra, but I can't put my left hand over my right hand in weapons trading. I sell weapons to myself. I have to not only discount, but also pay taxes. The key is that I can't stop selling! However, if McCullen knew that the pulse gun technology he was proud of was still used up by the giant God and handed it to Rex to fool him, it was estimated that McCullen would be so depressed that he would hang himself. It was precisely because the R & D funds could not be returned as soon as possible that McCullen, a hydra warrior with uncertain will, moved his mind.

Hydra cried, but Nick Fury laughed. He saved another sum of money, which can be used in his private projects!

"Dr. Irene? The third batch of funds for the black light plan can be paid! "