Chapter 1371: We Don't Export Sixth-Generation Fighter

Chapter 1371: We Don’t Export Sixth-Generation Fighter

When the Uragano debuted, many people quickly recovered from the shock and turned their attention to Future Military’s hangar.

In everyone’s subconscious mind, the only other company that could compete with Leonardo’s sixth-generation fighter was Future Group, renowned for its artificial intelligence technology.

As early as five years ago, the artificial intelligence “Little White” of Future Group represented the world’s top artificial intelligence technology. After five years, Future 1.0 had been updated hundreds of times, and its artificial intelligence technology also improved countless times, but even today, no company could catch up to Future Technology from five years ago.

Today, five years later, the three-level division of artificial intelligence proposed by Jiang Chen, the president of Future Group, became the mainstream standard for artificial intelligence grading. At present, most scientific research institutions in the world had set basic artificial intelligence as the first technical problem to be overcome. The price of “Little White’s” source code on the dark web had been propped up to 500 million U.S. dollars, but even with the high reward, no hacker had been able to crack the defense of Future Technology.

In everyone’s much-anticipated sight, a Luer car arrived late, and Jiang Chen, who got off the car, finally appeared in front of everyone. When he saw the way people looked at him, he was confused for a moment, then a Future Military staff jogged to him and whispered a few words.

When he saw the silver-white fighter parked on the runway, realization appeared in his eyes. Then he walked to the potential customers waiting in front of Future Military’s hangar.

“Sorry, I’m a little bit late.”

He smiled at everyone, cleared his throat, and then spoke.

“First of all, what I want to say is that Future Military will not be exhibiting the sixth-generation fighter. If you want to buy a sixth-generation fighter, I recommend going there to inquire, although I don’t guarantee they will give a reasonable offer.”

Jiang Chen noticed that when he said this, the customers gathered around him suddenly lost most of their interest in the plane parked in the hangar, and their attitude even changed.

It was not surprising. The fifth-generation fighter would never beat the sixth-generation fighter, just like the human brain could never beat the computer. After all, in most people’s cognition, it was the absolute truth.

However, Jiang Chen’s next sentence made everyone think for a second.

“But our pilots can enable any fifth-generation fighter to have combat effectiveness comparable to that of the sixth-generation fighter.”

“Pilots?” A European customer processed the information, frowned, and asked incomprehensibly, “If I remember correctly…Today should be an air show. What does it have to do with pilots? Does Future Military plan to open pilot training classes?”

The hangar slowly opened, and a robot walked out of Future Military’s hangar.

The steady steps and motion of the shoulders were no different than the posture of ordinary people. If it weren’t for the sci-fi design, it would be difficult to associate it with a robot.

When Chemezov, who was standing on the other side of the runway, saw this robot, his first reaction was that it is a house robot of Future Heavy Industries. His second reaction startled himself, and he muttered in his mind, “Fu*k, this can’t be—”

“‘Matador’,” Jiang Chen ignored the discussion behind him, then pointed to the robot coming out of the hangar and turned to the customers who gathered nearby, “The first-generation electronic pilot developed by Future Military. It can replace conventional pilots to pilot fighters, completing maneuvers that the pilots themselves cannot perform, accurately identifying enemy units, and conducting strikes… In short, a fifth-generation fighter plus a Matador is equivalent to a downgraded-version of a sixth-generation fighter.”

WAIT! An electronic pilot?!

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All the customers or potential customers in the audience were in a daze when they saw the 1.8 meters tall robot. Also, they had not recovered from Jiang Chen’s previous words. Especially the phrase “a fifth-generation fighter plus a ‘Matador’ is equivalent to a downgraded-version of a sixth-generation fighter”. All the words turned them dizzy.

The common sense they gained over their lives told them that this sentence was complete nonsense, but when this sentence came out of the President of Future Group, even if they were reluctant to believe it, they still subconsciously gave it a second thought.

“However, after all, it is a downgraded-version of the sixth-generation fighter,” Matteo walked in front of Jiang Chen, and smiled, “Am I right? In front of the real sixth-generation fighter, it is still vulnerable and weak.”

When his “high-quality customers” began to surround the hangar of Future Military, Matteo noticed what had happened. This situation made him feel inexplicably annoyed, as if a well-prepared performance was ignored by the audience. Stupid audiences were more willing to pay attention to a popular singer, but ignore the efforts made by a veteran superstar…

He admitted that he was a bit emotional, but he didn’t regret walking here.

If he had to steal these high-quality customers from Future Military, then he had to make them realize how foolish it was to expect Future Military to beat Leonardo on a fighter.

“Perhaps in front of a real sixth-generation fighter,” Jiang Chen just grinned. Just when Matteo’s smile seemed to declare his victory, Jiang Chen suddenly changed the topic and said with a mocking tone, “But it is more than enough to beat a semi-finished product.”

Matteo’s smile of victory froze and the corner of his mouth twitched. However, the smile on his face remained unchanged.

“Semi-finished product? I don’t understand what you are talking about.”

“Do I have to be so explicit?” Jiang Chen shrugged, raised his chin and pointed to the Uranago, then smiled, “Don’t tell me you plan to call that thing a sixth-generation fighter.”

Matteo’s smile gradually disappeared.

The audience seemed engaged in this drama.

This kind of multi-billion-dollar deal was full of drama to begin with. With one side being Future Military and the other side being Leonardo, it was destined to be a good show full of chaos, especially with the two presidents going head-to-head.

“Dare to have a friendly match with us?” Matteo pointed to the Matador robot, then smiled, “If you firmly believe that this thing is of little use.”

“Why not?” Jiang Chen responded with the same smile, “Aurora may be used to deal with a normal sixth-generation fighter, but since it is a semi-finished product, it’s naturally unnecessary.”

Matteo’s expression turned cold.

“Oh? Which one are you going to pilot?”

Jiang Chen walked to the side of the airport runway, casually glanced at the plane that had left the hangar, then quickly made his choice. He walked to Chemezov.

Chemezov was slightly confused when he saw Jiang Chen moving towards him.

“Is there a problem?”

Jiang Chen pointed to the MiG-25 parked beside the runway, then said nonchalantly.

“How much does this thing cost? Give me one.”

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