novelMigli Chapter 3171 The New Challenger
Chapter 3171 The New Challenger
Chapter 3171 The New Challenger
Washington.
Inside the intelligence building, Lawrence looked at the same intelligence report as Gorzenfsky's, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a mosquito.
Although they had received intelligence long ago that China was researching a satellite capable of carrying multiple tungsten rods, they knew nothing about the exact number or launch date.
All I know is that a considerable amount will be sent up.
He also spoke with people at NASA, who felt that this situation was inevitable.
After all, launching a satellite every time a tungsten rod is used would be too costly.
Although it's unclear how heavy the tungsten rod was, they still sent it up, using the satellite as a weapon platform.
In this light, this is what a true space-based weapon should be.
Thinking about this, Lawrence rubbed his temples, then scratched his head in confusion, "What exactly do these guys want?"
He really couldn't understand how this normally honest guy had suddenly become so radical.
Don't they always talk about peaceful development?
How can you say you don't keep your word?
Isn't this just you going your own way?
What are we supposed to do?
Should we then launch satellites into space?
I don't understand.
"Smith, tell me, what exactly are they trying to do?"
"Why are so many being sent up all at once? What's the purpose of this?"
"Are we going to have World War III?"
Lawrence looked furious and kept slamming his hand on the table.
Smith was sweating profusely as he listened; he'd been working quite a lot lately.
It's all about printers, computers, miracle drugs, and high-yield corn; it feels like the United States' intelligence agencies can't function without him.
Although all of this was a prelude for Lawrence to succeed him.
But that's only if this guy actually gets elected!
Keep in mind that there are still two years until the next election.
This is taking way too long.
Moreover, he truly saw no hope.
Compared to those seasoned politicians, his own boss is just a nouveau riche, at best a Chinese strategist.
Poor him, he's always working overtime, and lately he feels like he's losing even more hair.
"Boss, you're asking me? I don't know either!"
"You should go ask in China!"
Faced with Smith's question, Lawrence could only take a deep breath in frustration.
Then, after calming down, he said to Smith, "We can't continue like this!"
"We can't let them continue to develop like this."
"Nine went up this time, who knows how many next time!"
"What if one day we have satellites right above our heads? Will we still be able to eat?"
Lawrence felt more and more that this matter needed to be resolved as soon as possible, so he called out to the door, "Mengsha, arrange a car for me."
After saying that, he looked at Smith and said, "Go to NASA and tell them about this. See what their opinion is."
"Also, we've been focusing our work on this lately, especially on those countries that have this thing. We need to keep a close eye on them."
Smith understood what Lawrence meant; China had recently made a lot of money using this satellite.
If they are allowed to continue selling these weapons, it won't be long before they become as ubiquitous as AKs.
"Okay, boss, I'll take care of it right away."
Smith nodded, and then the two left the office together.
Lawrence took Mengsha to a villa by car, asked Mengsha to wait outside, and then quickly went into the villa with the prepared materials.
As if sensing Lawrence's arrival, the servants in the villa quickly led him to the study, illuminating the entire row of books.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the glass window. An elderly man with white hair sat in a chair, a revolver in front of him, which he was wiping with silk.
"gentlemen."
Lawrence bowed respectfully, and the white-haired old man grunted in response without looking up, then gestured for the other to sit down.
Lawrence quietly walked to the chair and carefully sat down.
"I heard your campaign has had some ups and downs?"
The old man's voice came over, and Lawrence nodded quickly, "Yes, we've encountered some problems, but they're all minor."
Lawrence knew that his background made him a target of attack in many ways.
But that's okay. As long as we get through this, things will get better.
Especially now, with the president resigning and the vice president taking over, the domestic political situation needs a strong person to take the lead and consolidate power.
It's obvious that the person in that position doesn't have that kind of courage.
It's fine to be an assistant, but if you're forced into a difficult role, you can only be considered a mediocre person, and you might even find yourself lacking the necessary skills.
He saw this clearly.
The elderly man with white hair was well aware of this.
Sure enough, the white-haired old man said, "Ford is still not competent enough."
Lawrence didn't speak, he just listened quietly.
“Look at what he’s been doing lately. All he cares about is the mess in the United States. He’s turned a deaf ear to external threats. That’s not good.”
As he spoke, the old man took the revolver in his hand and then looked at Lawrence.
"Speak, what's the matter this time?"
Lawrence handed over the documents he had brought. "Sir, we just received intelligence that China has launched a satellite."
After Lawrence finished explaining, the white-haired old man didn't rush to look at the documents, but frowned and asked, "How many times has this happened this year?"
Lawrence was puzzled, then heard the white-haired old man say, "First, the emergence of computers showed the world their level of computer development."
"Then there was that little thing, the pager. I remember a lot of people were suggesting that we introduce this technology."
What do you think?
The sudden question caught Lawrence off guard, but he quickly replied, "I think this technology is good for the economic development of the United States."
"The West Germany, Britain, and France have already used it, and it has also been proven in Japan that using this new technology can increase..."
Okay, I understand what you mean.
The white-haired old man interrupted Lawrence with an impatient look on his face, which made Lawrence realize that the other man was against the technology.
I don't know if it's because of the technology itself or because of the country that invented it.
He would never mention either of them to the old man again.
Where were we?
"Oh, pager, right, after pager comes printer, and after printer comes a miracle drug."
Do you know what a miracle drug is?
Lawrence answered much more cautiously this time, "Yes, sir."
"Hmm, tell me about it."
Lawrence took a deep breath and then recounted the clinical trial data from the hospital, saying, "Our research is still ongoing, but we will definitely find the secret to a miracle drug, which will benefit all of humanity."
After listening to this, the white-haired old man smiled.
"Then let's do it as soon as possible. I don't know if I can hold out until then."
As he said this, the old man recalled the phone call from Britain. That person had said the secret of the medicine could grant one the power of youth.
I just don't know if we can figure it out.
However, both of them conveyed the same meaning in their words.
That is, China is too mysterious.
It would be better if such a China were not developed.
"Yes, sir."
"We will definitely increase our investment and develop a solution as soon as possible."
The white-haired old man smiled contentedly, then put down his revolver before beginning to talk about the matter at hand.
"First of all, we cannot fall behind."
One sentence succinctly expresses one's attitude.
Lawrence nodded. "Understood."
"Yes, secondly, it can't be worse than the league."
The old man held up one finger. "Ideally, our numbers should equal the sum of theirs, so that we can guarantee an overwhelming advantage."
"Yes!"
Lawrence nodded again; he had expected this as well.
After all, other weapons are also made according to this standard.
"at last!"
The old man's tone became very serious, "The other side's development momentum is too strong, which is not in the interest of the United States."
"This time it's a space-based weapon. What if they develop an even more powerful weapon next time?"
"We can still participate in space-based weapons and keep up with the pace."
"What if they develop weapons that we can't keep up with?"
"This is a huge hidden danger for the United States."
Lawrence took a deep breath, knowing that such a thing was not impossible.
Just like after they landed on the moon, the Alliance, spurred by the experience, became determined to send people up there.
Unfortunately, several attempts failed, and instead, a great deal of manpower and resources were wasted, severely hindering the development of the domestic economy.
If the other side develops a new weapon or achieves success in a new field, they will be in the same boat as the Alliance, and the outcome will not be much better than that of the Alliance.
"Sir, what do you mean?"
Lawrence suddenly asked.
Because force is not an effective way to limit the development of an opponent.
More than 20 years ago, riding on the glory of their victory in World War II, they led a dozen or so henchmen to fight, but they still couldn't win.
Having just been pulled out of the quagmire of Annam, how could we dare to provoke an even more ruthless force?
Moreover, that's the kind of aircraft they're using.
They still haven't come up with a good solution.
Unless there is another breakthrough in missile technology.
Unless their new fighter jets enter service.
Otherwise, taking action would be an unwise choice.
Suppressing technological development?
This is utter nonsense, at least in the areas where the other party excels.
They used their own technology throughout the entire process, developed it all by their own people, and built it from scratch bit by bit.
Even if there were technical difficulties, they were overcome by our own people.
There is absolutely no bottleneck situation.
That's simply not acceptable.
That's the last resort.
Solve the problem!
Technology is mastered by people, and so is the direction a ship should take.
Eliminating this 'person' will disrupt the opponent's momentum.
In this case, it is the optimal solution at present.
The white-haired old man listened without saying anything, but simply picked up the revolver and said, "This is my sidearm when I served in Luzon. I'm giving it to you."
Lawrence quickly took it with both hands. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, and holding it gave him an urge to try firing a gun.
But in their hearts, they understood what the other person meant.
"Thank you for your support, sir."
The white-haired old man nodded, then yawned.
Lawrence immediately understood and got up to take his leave.
After leaving the villa, Lawrence sat in the car without saying a word.
Mengsha didn't ask any questions, and the driver drove her all the way back to the office.
As soon as he sat down, Lawrence said to Mengsha, "I remember that the Grand Secretary has some intelligence about China No. 46."
Yes, that's right.
Mengsha immediately nodded in reply.
He was recalling the information about Number 46, and he knew even more clearly that it was time to take action against him.
"I need this intelligence."
"Ok sir."
Soon, Mengsha left the office and returned a while later with a file folder on the table.
Lawrence opened and began to read.
Looking at the other person's recent schedule, my eyes suddenly lit up.
Persia.
Mosidov.
Albert.
Wedding guests.
Do you think he will go?
Lawrence suddenly handed the documents to Mengsha, who was standing next to him, and then tentatively asked her a question.
Mengsha glanced at the information, then shook her head and said, "Boss, given the current situation, I don't think he will participate."
Lawrence nodded, then smiled and said, "But what if I were to participate?"
Mengsha shrugged. "That's only when they're fully armed; it would be very difficult to get close."
At this point, Mengsha suddenly remembered something and hurriedly reminded her, "Boss, we can't take action directly. That would break the rules and lead to even stronger retaliation."
"Even your career will be affected."
Lawrence nodded in agreement, then laughed, "I know, I know, of course I know."
"However, this time I plan to find more allies."
"ally?"
Mengsha didn't quite understand.
Lawrence, however, put his hands behind his head and said leisurely, "Our friends probably don't want to see new challengers emerge either."