Chapter 72: 72 Registered A Company

According to the normal time, it would take at least ten years to build Pope Island into an airport and a radar base.

But now, half a year was completely possible!

It was not shocking! It was true!

Allen also checked the information. Sea reclamation wasn't just digging up a pile of sand and throwing it there.

Most of the time, the land that was filled the day before disappeared after a night!

The reason was that the sand was taken away by seawater when the tide ebbed.

This caused a lot of time and economic losses.

Therefore, it was not as simple as it seemed.

In some countries, it took them more than ten years to fill the sea and build the continent, but in the end, they still failed after spending countless money and manpower.

Looking at the cutter suction vessel in front of him, Shane was very excited. Their Bama State really needed such a boat.

Bama State was a small island country with few continents above the sea.

In the past few years, Bama State had been trying every means to fill the sea and create the land, but due to technical reasons, they were unable to create a decent cutter suction vessel.

There were many difficulties in the construction of the land.

If they had a cutter suction vessel like this, all these difficulties could be easily solved.

Shane pressed the button of the telephone device on his ear and said, "Captain Allen, we really need such a ship!"

"Can you make more?"

Shane still hoped that Allen could get a few more boats like this so that the area of Bama State would be larger.

Allen was in a dilemma when he heard Shane's request.

This kind of cutter suction vessel could only be used for construction, and it was useless to improve the military strength of Bama State.

If he used all the gold coins to build a cutter suction vessel, Allen's aircraft carrier fleet would never be able to get out.

Shane didn't know how much it would cost to make this kind of boat. He thought it was easy to build.

"General, this kind of ship is not a fighter. You cannot get as many as you want. It's a cutter suction vessel!"

"Besides, the number you want is definitely not small. If we get so many ships from the dock at once, we will definitely be suspected!"

"You are right!" Shane nodded.

Allen continued, "In fact, there is a way to solve this problem."

"Oh? What's it? Tell me!" Shane asked impatiently.

"I want to open a ship factory so that I can make as many ships as I want!" Allen smiled.

He suddenly changed his mind. He would rather make these boats by himself than ask Shane to make these boats. In this way, he could earn money by doing so and could move to a big house earlier!

"Allen, do you mean to register a ship-building company?"

"That's exactly what I mean." Allen replied.

"With our own company, we can protect our secrets better and improve our efficiency a lot." Allen explained.

"This ship building is just a part of my plan. In fact, I want to set up another weapon equipment company,"

This was prepared for attending the weapon exhibition in Saudi Arabia State in the future. At that time, we can go to the exhibition with the name of Bama State's weapon company.

And sell some weapons.

The money he earned could be put into his pocket, which made Allen excited.

Allen knew how much money it was to sell weapons.

Many countries developed their business by selling weapons, not to mention him, a businessman. If he sold one piece, he could be rich for a lifetime.

"Okay, I see!" General Shane nodded.

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Allen was about to say something more when a prompt came from the computer.

The whole screen of the computer turned red, and there was an alarm in Allen's earphones.

Artificial intelligence Casey said, "We found an electronic scout in the northwest of our country!"

Allen hurriedly said to Shane, "General, I found an airplane flying into the sky of our country. Let's talk about it later!"

Then Allen hung up the phone.

Allen opened the map and found that this electronic scout was EP-3E, about 100 kilometers away from Bama State in the straight line.

On the map, an airplane-shaped mark appeared and flew slowly towards Bama State.

When Allen was thinking about what to do, the computer suddenly reminded him, "New task! Expel the electronic scout. According to the performance of the task, the reward will be 30,000-50,000 gold coins!"

Allen accepted the task without hesitation.

The enemy's plane was here. It was just the right time for our new type of plane to show up!

Allen hurried to call for the plane from Rhett Airport.

"Call Agni No. 7! Call Agni No. 7!"

Agni No. 7 was Bill's landline phone. At this time, he was traveling in the western region of Bama State. Together with him was his wingman, Agni No. 9.

"Agni No. 7 received it!" Bill replied.

"I order you to drive away the electronic scout at the place northwest! 200 kilometers away from you!"

"Agni No. 7 understood!" Bill replied immediately.

"Stephen, we have work to do!" Bill said to his subordinate.

"Okay! Go to work!" Stephen replied.

The two fighters turned around and flew towards the electronic scout.

The plane sped up to the supersonic speed in a few seconds, and with the sound of breaking through the air, it disappeared in a flash.

Allen looked at the map and could clearly see the location and speed of the three planes on the computer.

The two Agni were quickly approaching the electronic scout, but it seemed that the electronic scout did not know and was still flying according to the original route.

At this time, the electronic scout was less than 90 kilometers from Bama State.

It was obvious that they were provoking at the door of Bama State.

"Since you are here, I have to entertain you well!" Allen clenched his fists.

One minute passed.

The electronic scout was still approaching Bama State.

They were about to touch the coastline. If they reached the coastline, it meant that they would invade the air of Bama State. Even if they shoot it down with a missile, it couldn't say anything.

Allen's eyes narrowed. He wanted to see if the plane had the guts to cross the coastline.

There were still 30 kilometers, 20 kilometers left!

Sure enough!

The electronic scout turned around 20 kilometers away from the Bama State's coastline.

It still hadn't crossed the coastline.

But it was disgusting enough.

Allen didn't want to let it go. It was so unfair!

Although the plane didn't get close to the coastline, it didn't leave either. Instead, it flew back and forth near the coastline.

"This is too much!" Allen banged the table.

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