Chapter 75: The Storm Is Coming

Chapter 75: The Storm Is Coming

"In addition to this, we still need a series of improvement plans." Chi Jianjun said: "The first is the update of laser weapons. In the follow-up CF/A-17G model of the Wraith Fighter, a Pulse Laser Cannon is added. This kind of Laser Cannon is a weapon that combines laser and plasma. Its principle is similar to the Turbo Laser Cannon in this universe, but its power is weaker and its rate of fire is faster. The shooting of a Pulsed Laser can also cause an explosion, which is more suitable for dealing with large targets ."

Tang Xiao nodded to signal Professor Chi to continue.

"The next step is to add a Hyperspace Engine to the Wraith, which is currently difficult. Because we don't have miniaturized Hyperspace Engine technology yet, my suggestion is that you go to the black market to find out if there are any small Hyperspace Engines for sale, and then off-the-shelf ones can be used directly. But this will affect the shape of the Wraith Fighter, and may affect the maneuverability in the atmosphere, and more experiments are needed."

"Finally, the development of the Stealth System. As I said before, there is also stealth technology in the science and technology library of the Kushan Civilization, but the effect is slightly worse. But the advantage is that the research can be completed within three months. For one thing, the Wraith Fighter with Stealth ability is the real ghost on the battlefield."

After Professor Chi finished speaking, he said with great relief: "I have already given you the best sword. Make good use of this sword and strive for more things for our Fourth Civilization!"

Before he finished speaking, his old body suddenly swayed, and several scientists behind him rushed to support him.

"Professor Chi, you..." Tang Xiao was taken aback, and hurried over to support Chi Jianjun, noticing that his face was pale.

"Hehe, it's okay, I just have a loss of appetite recently." Chi Jianjun shook his head with a smile.

"Professor Chi, in order to complete the research and development of the Wraith Fighter as soon as possible, has only slept two or three hours a day recently," said a scientist.

"Send Mr. Chi back to Lixing Planet to recuperate for a while, and call Feng Yongwang over. During the rest period of Mr. Chi's rest, he will take the lead in the research work of the Engineering Science Department." Tang Xiao immediately ordered, and he bowed his head to The old man said: "Don't worry, Professor Chi, our Fourth Civilization will definitely rise again in this galaxy!"

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The production of the Wraith Fighter began almost immediately. Within a week, 20 Wraith Fighters had already rolled off the production line. After the adjustment of the Mothership's production workshop was completed, the production speed would increase.New novel chapters are published on

Spectators from all the surrounding Systems flock here to watch this famous car race across the galaxy, accompanied by huge amounts of gambling.

This racing competition is also the pride of Jabba the Hutt, the overlord of Tatooine, and an important source of income for him.

Around the square of the starting station, countless spectators cheered. They all held a live broadcast terminal in their hands. Even if they sat in the audience seats at the starting station, they could watch the whole race.

The roar of the racing car's engine resounded through the sky, stimulating everyone's hormones.

There are also many people watching from a distance on the periphery of the arena. These people are poor people who cannot afford tickets. Such people actually account for the majority in Tatooine, but poverty cannot stop their enthusiasm for racing.

Among the crowd, a 6- or 7-year-old boy was being led by his young mother. Unlike the absent-minded mother, the little boy was almost all attracted by the racing car.

The little boy was very cute, with soft light brown hair, freckles on his round face, and spiritual brilliance in his eyes.

He stared at those racing cars intently, his eyes full of envy and longing, and his hand holding his mother's skirt became more and more vigorous, "Mom, when I grow up, I want to participate in the Bonta night racing competition too!!"

The mother touched his soft hair and said softly: "Silly boy, let's just take a look here. This kind of racing is not something us slaves can afford."

The little boy stopped talking but turned his head to watch the racing cars on the field from a distance through the gap in the crowd. He bit his lips lightly as if he had made up his mind.

The roar of the engine on the field became louder and louder, and the emotions of the audience became more and more enthusiastic. Just when the commentator was roaring to introduce the information about the racers, a sudden change occurred!!

boom!!! A violent explosion suddenly exploded in the square! A pod racing car was hit head-on, and the driver and surrounding technicians were directly blown to the sky!