mesbooks Chapter 606: 707 Mist (2)
Chapter 606: 707 Mist (2)
The significance of this equipment combination is far more than just a few simple machines.
They are the "mother of industrial machines" and the cornerstone of precision manufacturing.
With them, Nanyang will be able to break away from its absolute dependence on foreign high-precision equipment and independently manufacture more precise and reliable special machine tools, precision instruments and military production equipment.
For example, the core components of the precision rifling broaching machines needed to manufacture guns and cannons, the contour milling machines needed to process aircraft engine turbine discs, and the precision grading machines needed to produce optical sights can all be processed by this "mother machine combination".
It directly determines the ceiling height of a country's manufacturing industry, especially the defense industry.
This is the strategic fulcrum for Nanyang to achieve industrial leapfrogging and even complete independence in military equipment. It is a true tool for national destiny.
This priceless treasure was secretly code-named "707" and was placed in a special workshop of the Nanhua Third Machinery Manufacturing Plant in the core area of the heavily guarded Bianzhou City (Mandalay) Industrial Complex.
A team composed of the top engineers and technical workers with the most rigorously vetted backgrounds, code-named "Project Group 707", is working day and night to study, digest and try to use these epoch-making machines.
Their first task was to try to process several key precision components of the "Longyin" project, the first generation of experimental turbojet engines independently developed by Nanyang.
However, a week ago, Gan Liangcai, an engineer in the project team who was responsible for the calculation of core parameters, mysteriously disappeared after get off work.
No one can be seen alive, and no body can be seen dead.
Those who can enter the "707" project have all undergone back-to-back review, have clear social relations, and are absolutely reliable talents.
There is only one possible scenario for such a person to suddenly disappear - he was kidnapped by the enemy intelligence agency.
Once the news was confirmed, the three pillars of the Nanyang intelligence community - the Central Intelligence Agency, the Civilian Investigation Bureau and the Strategic Intelligence Office - were instantly ignited.
The elite forces of the three parties were deployed, combing through all possible clues like a comb, and the pressure was enormous.
The mission of Chen Mo's team is to keep a close eye on the Military Control Commission station to see if they are related to the "Gan Liangcai disappearance case."
At present, it seems that the business-obsessed guys at Yangon Station are unaware of this.
"Boss." Chen Mo's deputy, an impatient young man, came over and lowered his voice, "Since there are no clues here, what are we waiting for? Just report it and ask the Capital Garrison Command to mobilize the 2nd and 14th Regiments of the Capital Police and the Tank Battalion to surround Xinglong Commercial Bank and wipe out these Military Control Commission scum.
When the time comes, we will torture them severely, and we won’t be afraid of not getting anything out of them.”
Chen Mo glanced at him coldly, as if he were an idiot:
"Take them down? Then what? Alert the real mastermind and let them hide deeper? Let the Military Control Commission headquarters know that we are keeping a close eye on them, so they can send a more covert and professional team next time?"
He walked over to the monitoring device and waved his finger:
"Isn't it good like this now? The KMT's Yangon station is a big funnel. They are greedy for money, so we will give them money.
In order to make money, they would take the initiative to help people from the Republic of China who wanted to lurk in Southeast Asia to build relationships and obtain identities.
We just need to keep a close eye on this place and we can find out all the people sent by the Military Control Commission.
This is called playing the long game to catch the big fish. Even…"
Chen Mo sneered and lowered his voice:
"Especially their station chief. From what I've heard, he's incredibly greedy. If we operate properly, maybe one day we can even turn him over and use him as a pawn within the Military Control Commission. Acting now? Alerting the enemy would only lead to greater losses."
The young man was choked and speechless, and stepped aside awkwardly.
Chen Mo shook his head. It was normal for young people to want to climb up and make achievements.
But in the intelligence community, impatience is a taboo. He had already given this young man a bad review in his heart and decided to transfer him to work in an office.
Chen Mo put on his headphones again and heard the sound of business discussions in the manager's office of Xinglong Trading Company coming from the monitoring channel.
It was peaceful, even a little vulgar.
But the uneasiness in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.
Gan Liangcai was like a drop of water, evaporating in the sultry air of Southeast Asia.
If it wasn't the Military Control Commission, then who could it be?
The remaining spy networks of the Japanese in Southeast Asia were basically destroyed.
John's MI6?
It is indeed possible, but according to Chen Mo's own judgment, these arrogant white guys should now be more concerned about contacting some natives in Nanyang and trying to launch a rebellion.
White Eagle's OSS (predecessor of the CIA)?
Currently, Nanyang and White Eagle are still close allies...
Moreover, kidnapping an engineer is such a large-scale operation that will inevitably lead to the discovery of a large number of hidden spies.
The "707" project is indeed of great importance, but the data and intelligence in Gan Liangcai's brain are not that important. Is it worth such a huge sacrifice?
If you put yourself in his shoes, instead of kidnapping an engineer, Chen Mo would choose to directly try to steal the core machine.
Could it be...that there is a problem inside?
Chen Mo shook his head and suppressed this terrible thought.
No matter what, Gan Liangcai must be found as soon as possible. We must find him alive or his body if he is dead.
At this moment, in Xinglong Trading Company, Zhou Yunlong, the chief of the Military Control Commission's Yangon Station, was nodding and bowing in front of the phone with a fawning smile on his face. The calm "fisherman" downstairs was standing respectfully beside him.
"Yes, yes, I understand... Please rest assured, I will do everything Director Shen instructed me to do... That batch of penicillin has been loaded onto the truck. It's going through our own channels, so it's absolutely safe...
Oh, you are so kind. It is our blessing to share your worries..."
After hanging up the phone, the flattery on Zhou Yunlong's face disappeared instantly, and he became shrewd and cold again.
He lit a cigar, took a deep puff, and instructed the "fisherman":
"Director Shen is pressing again, asking for more penicillin and Nanyang dollars.
Besides... the higher-ups aren't very satisfied with our work and want more useful military and civil affairs intelligence..."
"Military intelligence?" The fisherman frowned. "Excuse my frankness, but do the higher-ups still want to march south?"
"A rebellion." Zhou Yunlong blew out a smoke ring and squinted his eyes. "The higher-ups don't want to go south. They're afraid that Commander-in-Chief Zhang will get carried away and go north to get involved."
"The Yunnan and Guangxi cliques are too close to the Nanyang region. They're shipping arms north in truckloads. Li Bai and the other two have been acting quite prominently lately. The higher-ups are afraid..."
He paused, and a greedy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again:
"But it has nothing to do with us. We are far away from home, so we just do our business!"
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On the other side, in the office, Secretary Liu knelt on the ground and straightened Zhang Chi's messy trouser legs. Then he stood up and opened the window to change the air.
"Why are you so gloomy lately?"
Zhang Chi fastened his belt, straightened his shirt, and sighed:
"There's a little problem, it's okay, you can go ahead and do your work."