After exposing the vest, she became a god overnight

The design drawings of the stealth fighter were disassembled and modified, and it took five days to modify the first version.

Song Jing pushed the tablet away, "This is the best version that can be modified so far. If it still doesn't work, we can change it again."

"Quick, go to the operation room right away!" Elder Shi Er was the first to stand up.

The other engineers also moved, all with excited expressions.

They don't know how to draw blueprints, but they are very good at electric welding.

Song Jing gave the blueprint to Shi Yan, "There is a specialization in surgery, so it's up to you next."

Shi Yan pinched her fingertips when he took the blueprint, "I haven't slept for ten hours in total these days. Take a good bath, eat something and sleep."

Song Jing headed.

Shi Yan didn't say any more, and took a group of engineers to the operation room.

Song Jing draws pictures, and Shi Yan practices the movements. He wants to create the fighter planes she draws to perfection.

The meeting room has long been covered with a lot of bedding and cushions. These days, many designers sleep directly in the meeting room.

When you are tired, you will lie down and sleep for half an hour or an hour, get up and continue drawing, and eat the simplest and most convenient box lunches, in order to improve the design drawings of the stealth fighter as quickly as possible.

No one left the conference room except to go to the bathroom.

Now everyone looks haggard and looks somewhat sloppy.

But everyone's eyes were astonishingly bright, and everyone was very excited, "God Mo Jiu, we must succeed this time, right?"

Song Jing returned the tablet to the person next to him, "Not necessarily. Our improvements are all at the critical point of our current technical level, and the slightest mistake in any link will be a failure."

"That's okay, at least we have found the direction now, and it is only a matter of time before we successfully create a stealth fighter."

"God Mo Jiu, will you still stay in the research institute during this time? I have many questions to ask you."

"And us!"

All the gods who belonged to the top fighter designers in the entire Fengguo, all stared at Song Jing with staring eyes at this moment.

"Not necessarily." Song Jing had a lot of things on hand, and he was able to follow Shiyan during this period of time because he had to draw design drawings and upgrade Heiyun's safety net.

In addition, she herself also wanted to spend as much time with Shi Yan as possible, after all, time might really be limited.

"Sister Jing, I'll take you to dinner." Xiang Wenxing took Shi Yan's order and stayed to take care of Song Jing.

Song Jing nodded and went out with him, leaving a group of lost fighter designers in the conference room.

"Sister Jing, I am really convinced by calling you Sister Jing now." Xiang Wenxing gave Song Jing a thumbs up. It was the first time he had seen a girl work so hard.

The last time Song Jing stayed up for seven days and seven nights to repair the Panlong sculpture, they were not familiar with it at that time, and Xiang Wenxing's feelings were not so direct.

This time he was sitting by the side watching Song Jing revise the design drawings of the stealth fighter. Sometimes he couldn't help but fall asleep, and when he woke up, he found that Song Jing was still drawing without raising his eyelids.

Not to mention that Brother Yan felt distressed sitting by and watching with him, even he felt worried when he watched.

"So you were perfunctory to me before?" Song Jing raised his eyebrows and glanced at him lightly.

"No, no, the conscience of heaven and earth, I used to call it sincere, but now I admire it even more." There is more respect in this admiration.

Xiang Wenxing took Song Jing to dinner first, and then took her to the guest house arranged for them by the research institute.

The environment of the guest house is not as good as that of a big hotel, but it is also better than Shi Yan's dormitory at Feiying Base. At least there is a small bathroom in the room where you can take a shower.

The salute brought by Shiyan and Song Jing's backpack were sent to Wenxing's room in advance.

Song Jing simply took a shower and went to bed with his hair dry.

After not sleeping for a long time, she walked on a winding mountain road where the guardrail was broken.

She is very familiar with this section of the road, because every time she sleeps and dreams, she will appear here.

This is the place where her parents had a car accident. Song Jing knew very well that she was in a dream, and walked to the edge of the road as usual. Below, a white car rolled down the road. The body was damaged and deformed, and there was another one next to it A large truck rushing off the road.

The truck driver was dead with his head hanging from the window, and her parents were also bloody.

This is a scene that Song Jing has seen hundreds of times in dreams, but this time it seems to be different. The corpses of her parents have turned into a mass of flesh and blood that cannot be seen clearly, which is different from before.

Why is there such a difference? Is it because she learned some truth from Tang Wu?

Song Jing took another step forward, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed, turning into a Shura field filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

She is no stranger to this place, she stepped on those severed limbs and continued to walk forward with a blank expression.

This dream is very strange, it continues every time, and every dream will make her go further, but she will never reach the boundary.

As Song Jing moved forward, the surrounding corpses that had never moved before suddenly began to move, turning into blood corpses, and biting at her with their bloody mouths open.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The sharp siren was extremely harsh, and Song Jing suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were filled with blood.

"Sister Jing! Sister Jing!" Xiang Wenxing's voice sounded outside the door.

Song Jing got up, lifted the quilt, got out of bed and opened the door, the blood in his eyes gradually faded, only a few wisps of evil red were pressed at the end of his eyes.

Xiang Wenxing was taken aback when he saw her, and was taken aback by the cold and cruel aura emanating from her whole body. He was in a daze before he realized, "Sister Jing, I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb your sleep, but Our people haven't arrived yet, Brother Yan is in the operating room again..."

Song Jing interrupted him directly, "Get to the point."

"The blood shadows attacked the research institute. They are all supernatural beings, and the troops stationed in the research institute are no match for them." Xiang Wenxing looked nervous.

When the bastards like Xueying didn't come, it happened to be at such a critical moment.

He must have known that they came to the Ordnance Research Institute to study the design drawings of stealth fighters and wanted to destroy them.

"How many have you come?"

Song Jing walked out, his face was indifferent, and the end of his eyes was full of anger.

Xiang Wenxing hurriedly followed her, "There are currently 28 people who have shown their heads, but I guess there are still some hidden in the dark. These are just Lou Lou, and the real masters are those who hide in the dark."

"When will the people from the Ability Bureau arrive?"

"In 10 minutes."

"Leave the ones in the dark to me, and take care of the exposed ones." Song Jing walked out of the guest house, glanced at the place where the fire was fought, then turned his head and walked into the forest behind the guest house.

"Sister Jing, be careful!" Xiang Wenxing was a little worried, but at this time the frontal exchange of fire was more urgent, and he couldn't care less, he gritted his teeth and ran to the other side.

Song Jing didn't respond, and went into the forest alone, the blood in his eyes that had faded came back up again.

The mania and bloodthirsty in her heart were churning wantonly, and this group of blood shadow supernatural beings came at just the right time.