I Have Become A Military Industry Boss And You Tell Me To Start School?

Chapter 118 Where did the missile go?

Persia, Northern Military District.

In the control room, everyone was waiting and no one said anything.

"Missile lost message.

"The last record has disappeared, but the data on the controller at the last moment shows that the missile has exploded."

The military expert has been paying attention to the missile's movements on the console. As soon as the missile exploded, he notified everyone present.

Nervousness, uneasiness, anticipation, melancholy...

With all kinds of emotions intertwined, Babak felt as if he was in a kaleidoscope that contained all human emotions, and he didn't know how to hold himself.

Now that it has exploded, you should let go, but this has become extremely difficult for Babak.

There is no other reason - did the missile hit anyone?

The Persian Gulf is not a very busy sea area, and the most traveled ones every day are Chinese oil tankers.

If this damn thing blows up the Huaxia oil tanker...

Babak felt that it would be more reliable if he immediately knelt all the way to China to plead guilty, shirtless.

After all, with the current situation in Persia, only Huaxia and Maozi dare to do business with them. Among them, Maozi itself is an oil-producing country, and Maozi is completely poor. He usually only sells but does not buy.

Only China is fair in doing business and nice in speech.

Babak was worried and couldn't calm down.

If the missile impact point analyzed by military industry experts is followed, it may be several hundred nautical miles south of the target ship. However, whether such news is accurate or not remains to be verified.

"General, the observation ship found nothing unusual about the target ship!"

The correspondent's voice resounded in the hall. The missile launch was successful, but something went wrong with the final blast.

Not everyone is so generous, and not everyone shoots out $500 million worth of missiles as if they were wasted.

The national situation in Persia has become increasingly serious and not optimistic. Any mistakes made at this time will only make things worse.

Different from the rocket launch control hall in our impression, it is not so quiet here, but becomes extremely noisy.

"I spent 2.5 billion on missiles, but they didn't hit anything"?

"I think it's better not to buy it. This result is not a joke!"

The cynicism made Babak's face very disgraceful.

He strongly advocated this experiment, but the results were not optimistic.

Although the missile did not fall into the country and did not have more serious consequences, the United States must be aware of Persia's missile test and may have seen the situation at sea using satellites.

If the missile explosion didn't hit anyone, it would be fine, but if it hit their own ship, it would be a big joke!

"Everyone, be quiet!" Babak shouted.

"There is no doubt about the capability of the missile, and I believe the result will not be bad!"

People around were a little surprised. The result was not bad?

These people waiting here are also big bosses from the military. Now if something goes wrong, the person in charge will naturally be held accountable.

"Bababak, do you think a missile that misses a few hundred kilometers can have any deterrent effect?"

"Such a result can't even touch the toes of Americans!"

A round-faced military engineer next to him also echoed: "Maybe this behavior will make the Americans directly drive their damn aircraft carrier to the south coast of Persia!"

This sentence was definitely not made out of nothing, and everyone present took a breath of cold air.

What do Americans rely on to dominate the world for hundreds of years? Aircraft carriers!

The Persians now dare to challenge the majesty of the Americans because of their extreme trust in missiles!

Now there are problems with the missile itself. Maozi's missiles don't even match Maozi's GLONASS. How can you have the dignity to say that this is a qualified hypersonic missile?

It was a hype at first, but it turned out to be a scumbag!

No one can accept such a result!

"I think it's better to return this missile!" the tall general stabbed.

The Persian soldier's words were meaningful, and he obviously did not want Persia's military expenditure to be depressed again.

This is the gold that Persia earned from selling countless cultural relics!

Chen Fang felt calm. There would be no problems at all with the arms he exchanged from the system.

If the missile falls into the sea, the fire control on the missile will not lose its insurance and there will be no explosion.

Why did it explode when it didn't hit the target?

The "Haoshi" missile did show good capabilities in the previous launch stage. There is no doubt about this. However, the missile itself is Maozi's missile. In the end, it did not match Maozi's satellite navigation. This itself is the fault of Persian military industry experts. The responsibility was ultimately placed on Chen Fang.

This is simply what the Persians say!

"Mr. Chen, this matter is Persia's responsibility. I will not advocate returning the goods, but if others put pressure, the subsequent transaction may not succeed. Babak came to comfort Chen Fang.

Chen Fang felt that the atmosphere at this time was a bit ridiculous, so Buck was the only person worthy of his deep friendship.

"General, there will be no problem with my missiles, don't worry."

Babak knew that Chen Fang's missile had shown considerable strength, but the missile did not hit the target ship in the end, which he was also very confused about.

"Mr. Chen, the results this time should have come out. There should be no other ships except Persian fishing boats in southern Persia." Babak whispered to Chen Fang.

Chen Fang laughed when he heard this.

"General, my ammunition never goes to the depot.

Chen Fang knew that the missile must have hit the ship to cause an explosion, but it was really impossible for him to believe that a missile would target a fishing boat.

"I think it's better to look for whose ship is in that area first."

After Chen Fang finished speaking, he continued to close his eyes and rest.

He fully agreed with Babak's attitude towards arms trading, and such a person was suitable to continue doing business.

The people present were not very calm. Babak's attitude was very firm. It seemed that he was not prepared to return the goods, but if they were asked to continue to spend money to buy missiles that had no deterrent effect, they would not be fooled!

An Ran and Long Xiaoyun didn't know where Chen Fang's confidence came from, and An Ran felt that Chen Fang's current performance was more like a magic stick.

He wouldn't be doing this just for the golden bed on the yacht, right?

An Ran thought about it, and began to admire Chen Fang's courage.

One cubic meter of gold (Nono's), who wouldn't be tempted by it?

"Boss, if it doesn't work, let's run away." An Ran whispered to Chen Fang.

Chen Fang felt that An Ran was a little bit arrogant now that he had been with him for a long time.

"No, we'll wait until the results come out."

An Ran glanced at the people in the hall and had already planned an escape route in his mind.

If they were allowed to get on the yacht, with Chen Fang's ability to urinate on the yacht, even ten Persian warships would not be enough to defeat him!

The atmosphere in the audience became very awkward, and they didn't know how to end it.

Suddenly, the officer responsible for communication with Maozi's military ran over.

"General, Maozi satellite sent pictures!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

The communications officer was a little embarrassed by the looks from the audience, and hurried to Babak's side to whisper a few words.

"Put out the photos." Babak said, his face changing with joy.

The huge LED screen in front of the hall was instantly filled with a huge satellite picture. .