A big country of aerospace with black technology.

The failure of the air-launched missile caused waves far beyond Jason's previous imagination.

Because in his thinking, this was just a failed weapons experiment.

Compared to the entire huge project, this is nothing.

And their abundant capital can also support such a failure.

However, this is just Jason's wishful thinking!
He misjudged the importance that the group of congressional gentlemen attached to this weapons experiment.

Especially in the command center at the rear, during the missile test, an old man with white hair was also watching.

There was a pleasant atmosphere inside the original command center.

When the missile exploded and lost the signal, there was only a trace of panic.

But soon, the picture of the missile explosion was obtained from the space reconnaissance satellite.

The headquarters fell into dead silence for an instant.

As the person in charge of the command center, Louis also wanted to shirk the situation.

But the white-haired old man smiled and said to him:

"This project will never stop."

“Following funding will not be interrupted.”

"However, someone must be responsible for this failure."

After finishing speaking, the white-haired old man left here with his assistants and bodyguards without giving Lewis a chance to speak.

Although the white-haired old man did not reprimand Louis, Louis was still frightened into a cold sweat behind his back.

The last words he left are also worth thinking about for Louis.

Someone must be responsible, but it is impossible for the Congressmen who have been urging and forcibly promoting weapons testing to take responsibility.

Then the only people who can take responsibility are myself, who is responsible for the entire weapon testing, and Jason, who is actually responsible for the weapon development work.

"Jason, I hope you don't blame me!"

Lewis made a sign of the cross on his chest with his hand, and then thought silently in his heart.

In fact, Louis and Jason were family friends.

Louis is even godfather to Jason's third child.

But in front of his own status, these are all imaginary.

The huge strategic bomber slowly landed in the air force base.

Jason climbed down from the belly of the plane with some anxiety.

After all, the missile launch failed. As the leader of the scientific research team, he must be responsible.

But Jason was not too afraid. After all, in his mind, the relationship between him and Lewis was very good, and the other party would definitely protect him.

However, what surprised Jason was after he got off the bomber.

It was not Louis, who had a good relationship with him, who greeted him, but a military policeman with a straight uniform and a cold face.

"Where's Louis?"

Jason asked with some confusion.

"The commander doesn't have time to see you right now."

The leading military policeman gave a brief reply.

No matter how Jason asked, they didn't answer Jason's question.

Instead, Jason's hands were tied behind his back with handcuffs.

"What are you doing?!"

Jason asked with some shock and anger.

"You have an unshirkable responsibility for the failure of the air-launched missile. Please come with us!"

After making sure Jason couldn't break free, the lead military police finally answered his question.

At this time, no matter how slow Jason's reaction is.

I finally figured it out.He was tricked by his so-called friend Louis.

After figuring this out, Jason looked in the direction of the air force base command center angrily.

But Jason didn't say anything harsh. After all, the two of them hadn't completely broken up at this time.

You may still beg the other person's head.

If he cursed in front of the military police at this time, there would be no room for relaxation between the two parties.

Therefore, Jason could only silently leave the runway under the control of the military police.

Lewis, who was in the command center, looked at Jason being taken away and murmured to himself in a low voice:
"Jason, don't blame me. You can only blame yourself for not doing things well!"
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On the way back to his office from the air force base, the white-haired old man angrily threw a red wine glass to the ground and cursed:
"A bunch of trash!"

"We spent hundreds of millions of dollars to produce such a failure!"

"FXXK!"

The old man, who was away from the public eye, could not help but curse in the wide-body car.

"Sir, the most important thing now is not the time to discuss this waste."

The assistant Fernando on the side carefully reminded:
“Now we have to figure out how to deal with the worms in Congress.”

After venting for a while, the white-haired old man calmed down a little.

Fernando was right, the people in Congress were the real headache for him.

Although that group of people often have various anti-intellectual behaviors and remarks, they are all just to cater to the public.

In fact, there are no fools who can enter the Congress.

And the most important thing is the interest groups they represent behind them, that is the most important.

Although the development and advancement of hypersonic missiles mainly relies on the military-industrial complex.

But there are also many conflicts and struggles among this huge group.

If this test fails, someone will definitely attack the Lockheed Martin Group, which is responsible for missile research and development!
Especially Boeing, which is also developing hypersonic missiles but is in a competitive relationship.

The old man rubbed his swollen brain and thought for a moment.

First, he said to his assistant Fernando:

"First help me contact the president of Lockheed Martin. I will have a call with him in 10 minutes."

Lockheed Martin was obviously not slow. When the white-haired old man spoke on the phone, they already knew that their missile experiment had failed, and even the chief scientist was under custody.

However, the president of Lockheed Martin does not care about Jason's life or death. He is more concerned about whether the project can continue.

After all, their company has a lot of talent, and what they care about is whether they can make money.

Fortunately, the white-haired old man gave Lockheed Martin a promise, as long as they could withstand Boeing's pressure.

Although this promise was as frivolous as oil on the water, President Lockheed Martin still felt a lot more at ease.

In the next few hours, the white-haired old man contacted several allies who were closely related to his interests.

It wasn't until after dark that the long work ended.

After lying on the chair and taking a short breath.

Then he asked Fernando next to him:

"When will the cross-examination by Congress start?"

Fernando looked at the document he just received:

"Tomorrow at ten o'clock."

Congress is obviously very concerned about this matter, otherwise it would not have learned all this in just half a day.

And asked the old man to explain this matter clearly the next day.

"Fortunately, there's still enough time!"

The old man exhaled, sat up, and began to continue contacting his allies.

The night is still long and the dawn is still far away. (End of chapter)