Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1038 - 534: Hero? Villain? Scum?
Chapter 1038 -534: Hero? Villain? Scum?
You see that, this is what you call wealthy people!
India is so stingy, and it calls itself a major country?
Bah, they haven’t even figured out the Ganges River.
“The layout of the drones isn’t just about having drones, many supporting facilities are needed…” Victor said tactfully.
Prince Shahebut: “Can you take charge of the construction?”
That’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for you to say!
“Of course, we can discuss the follow-up issues privately.”
Prince Shahebut breathed a sigh of relief, he had previously come to purchase R-14 intermediate-range missiles, and after taking them back, he found his neighbors were friendly, and even the Israeli next door hoped to coexist peacefully with them.
Indeed, diplomacy lies between the ballistic paths!
The UAE, having enjoyed the benefits, naturally hoped for more. As for buying things that might be useless?
No worries, the cost of trial and error is low anyway.
If worse comes to worst, just raise the oil prices, it’ll all be paid back in a few days.
Prince Shahebut’s gaze swept over, looking at the Europe and America group who were constantly touching things around, his eyes held a hint of disdain.
Rednecks, buying things but you have to look at them?
Small-time operators are troublesome like this.
Actually, Victor didn’t expect this; he just wanted them to have a look and then come for orders during the next military exhibition. Who knew the UAE people would place an order right away?
Poor at home, even buying an Ice City Snow Cream would ask for a discount.
A few minutes later, the Cuban representative reluctantly climbed out of the F22 cockpit. He came over and smiled at Prince Shahebut, lowering his voice, “Mr. Victor, how much does that cost?”
“You guys want to buy it too?”
“I reported to the leader yesterday, and he thinks we need to strengthen our armament.” As he said this, he rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly, “If the price is too high, we can’t afford it.”
Victor glanced at him, sighed softly, his allies were all too poor, Cuba’s GDP in 1990 was only $28.6 billion.
With that amount of money, what are you playing with an F22 for?
Besides, they had already asked the Soviet Union to purchase a batch of MiG-29 fighters in 1989. Buying now would be too wasteful.
They can’t afford to maintain it even if they bought it.
Victor tactfully implied a bit, and the Cubans instantly understood, heaved long sighs of regret.
“Please rest assured and tell Mr. Castro that in the waters of the Gulf of Mexico, we have the confidence and capability to annihilate all invaders and will certainly ensure the absolute safety of our allies!”
He paused, pointing to that JF-17 “Thunderbolt”, “If needed, I recommend that one. It’s a fourth-and-a-half generation fighter equipped with Mexico’s independently developed KLJ-7A active phased array, helmet-mounted targeting system, all absolutely world-leading. Maximum takeoff weight is 13.5 tons, operational ceiling exceeds 16,000 meters, and maximum speed reaches 1.8 Mach, it’s more than sufficient.”
“The price is also cheaper, if you need, I can decide, $60 million per unit, including a three-year after-sales service.”
The price isn’t cheap either, but it’s much cheaper than the F55.
Just that indepedently developed KLJ-7A active phased array is at least on par with the U.S. Military’s.
“What about me? Victor, can you offer us the same price?” Prince Shahebut, standing nearby, exclaimed with eagerness.
There are actually factions within the United Arab Emirates, some are pro-American, some are pro-Soviet, some are pro-Mexico; whoever is the strong one, I ally with them.
Prince Shahebut’s eyes were keenly on Mexico, he sharply believed that with twenty years of development, Mexico would definitely become a strong country.
As long as this strong country remained beside the United States, it would stand unshaken.
But clearly, he was too conservative; less than a year had gone by, and Mexico’s communication technology and military technology had dramatically advanced.
Practically skyrocketing regardless of scientific basis.
Prince Shahebut had anonymously participated in the Fourth Middle East War; back then he was a fighter pilot.
He understood the importance of air dominance more than some people present.
He also wanted to buy the F22, but just now he talked to the “Mexico National Weapons Company” next to him: Werner Heisenberg, who said the F22 wasn’t in fast production yet; production required cycles.
“Of course, Your Highness, we are the best partners.” Victor grinned with his big front teeth showing, looking him up and down, “However, do you need to go back and discuss it with others?”
Prince Shahebut furrowed his eyebrows immediately and slightly nodded; he didn’t want to become fodder for his political opponents to criticize him.
That RQ-4 “Global Hawk” had already proven itself, capturing a lot of U.S. Military positions during the US-Mexico War.
The JF-17 “Thunderbolt” hadn’t been tested in war.
“Victor, you are truly my best partner, not like some people who, upon hearing we’re buying something, never take care and stuff everything our way!”
Prince Shahebut hugged him.
Bunny: Thanks, I’ve been subtly hinted at.
“Next year, we will hold a large-scale arms exhibition, which will also include an air show. You can come again then, and at that time, we will launch new products.”
He paused, seeing the Europe and America group approaching, “By then we also welcome experts from various countries to come and provide guidance.”
Please give me time to prepare a back door, okay?
“Excuse me, is this really a fifth-generation aircraft!”
Victor looked at the person speaking, with Casare beside him whispering introductions.
Oh, it’s the Defense Minister of Salvador.
Standing next to him was President Alfredo Cristiani Burkard.
They came on the C17 transport plane with Casare.
“Yes!” Victor nodded vigorously.
The Salvadoran Defense Minister’s mouth half-opened, “But… even the Americans haven’t made it.”
“Americans aren’t the smartest in the world.”
Victor enjoyed teasing others, a sudden idea popped into his mind, “Maybe, we kidnapped aliens and are interrogating them under duress?”
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