Chapter 677: The Controversy in Washington

"How to use this kind of stability?" Li Zitao was very dissatisfied with the performance of the helicopter, and it would fall down at every turn. Nine lives are not enough to play like this.

Besides, the explosion-proof and flame-proof technology for fuel tanks has not yet developed. If the rotor suddenly stops, it will definitely kill the fireworks if it falls off.

"Boss, we are adjusting its balance device. Now that we have a real machine, the next adjustment is just a small problem." James McDonald answered very easily.

In his opinion, being able to build a truly practical helicopter is already a major breakthrough in flying style, and Li Zitao's requirements are too high.

But thinking that he was responsible for the shape design of the helicopter from head to toe, McDonald had the idea that he was too stupid.

Li Zitao did not expect that Tesla would choose McDonald to be in charge of the helicopter project. After all, he has been in charge of private jets and business jets.

They are all high-end civilian fields, and compared to Skunk, Grumman or Douglas, they are more suitable than him.

But looking at Tesla's vision right now, MacDonald really turned drawings and theories into reality.

"Well, no matter how good its performance is, if the basic driving safety cannot be guaranteed, no customer will be tempted by it. Think about it."

After getting into the Wrangler, the car drove straight to the largest hangar at the end of the runway.

Internal number S-4, medium-sized transport aircraft, upper monoplane, four engines, fuselage layout with large cargo door at the rear, all-metal double-beam stressed skin structure.

The machined overall fuselage has reinforced and thickened skin panels, and the tail adopts an upper and lower two-piece opening design, which can also be closed in the air.

The downward slope forms a good airdrop slope, and the landing gear is retracted into the streamlined cabins on both sides, ensuring the space and continuity of the main fuselage.

The maximum flight speed is 490 km/h, the maximum range is 2780 km, the maximum load is 28 tons, and the self-weight is 22 tons.

The internal number is S-101, a heavy transport aircraft with a maximum flight speed of 509 km/h, a maximum range of 3400 km, a maximum load of 40 tons, and a self-weight of 33 tons.

The two behemoths were slowly pulled out from the hangar one by one by the tractor. The iron sheet on the surface had not yet been painted, but it shone silver in the sun, and traces of steel nails could still be seen.

"Charlie, come on." Hughes waved to him on the plane, and a strange hot girl sat beside him, waving excitedly through the glass.

"Changed girlfriend?" Li Zitao looked at Johnson curiously.

"The sixth." Johnson was full of envy. Everyone was also busy in the experimental center every day. Why did he always find a girlfriend?

After the tractor stopped, Li Zitao boarded the plane through the door on the left side, and then entered the cockpit through the upward narrow stairs.

The cabin is full of various instruments and buttons, front, rear, left, right, and above the head, so densely packed that it makes people uncomfortable to see.

There are 5 people sitting in the cabin, responsible for navigation, radar monitoring, liaison and engineer respectively. The pilot is Hughes, and the co-pilot is sitting with his hot girl.

"Are you going to fly?" The girl sitting in the co-pilot looked at Hughes adoringly.

"Baby, go to the back...Charlie, come and sit here." Changing seats with the somewhat reluctant hot girl, Li Zitao sat in the co-pilot with a nervous expression on his face.

Is this thing safe? He just saw it. If he didn't trust the skunk technology, he would have jumped off the plane.

"Get ready, we're going to create a miracle." Hughes started the engine with a crazy smile on his face.

Li Zitao suddenly felt something was wrong, and asked in surprise, "Hughes, how many tests is this?"

"Of course it's the first time, don't be nervous, I will bring you back safely." Speaking of the plane taxiing forward, Hughes pushed the accelerator hard.

"Hold the grass!" Li Zitao knew more about the madness of this bastard.

The picture in front of him gradually tilted up, and the feeling of weightlessness hit his heart. Hughes said with a bright smile: "Guys, a miracle is just around the corner."

"Successful,

I knew it would work..." the engineer said excitedly.

When the plane returned to level, except for the cheers of the crowd, Li Zitao couldn't hear the noise of the machine running. He stood up and tried it, but he didn't feel any trembling.

"Are you surprised? Haha..." Hughes blinked triumphantly.

"Hughes...you are a genius, you succeeded." Li Zitao stepped forward and gave him a hug, which made Hughes scream: "Oh my God, I was hugged by a man."

"Dude, you should learn to adapt!" Li Zitao smiled cooperatingly.

After 40 minutes of flying in the sky, S-4 landed on the runway again. As soon as Li Zitao got off the plane, he heard Johnson roaring: "Hughes, you are so messed up..."

"It's okay... It's a great trip, just don't come again next time." With a smile, Li Zitao said: "Hold a party in the square tonight, let everyone put down their work, and we will go together Celebrate it."

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Washington, the White House.

In the President's Office, the Chief Advisor, Vice President, Chief of Staff, Secretary of State, and FBI Director gathered together, but no one spoke.

The only sound in the room was the rustling of Roosevelt's pen across the white paper.

Anyone with knowledge will find that among these people, there is an important position missing, the chief of staff of the army, the highest officer of the army.

After signing his name, Roosevelt closed the cap of his pen, put the pen in his hand and raised his head, the deadly atmosphere became more angry.

"Any news?" Roosevelt leaned back and relaxed with his arms on the armrest.

Everyone looked at each other cryptically, and Hoover, who was close to him, said, "Mr. President, I insist on my opinion. This matter must have something to do with that person."

"Where's the evidence?" Cordell Hull, the secretary of state opposite him, asked back: "Do you want to arrest him secretly like everyone else?"

"Maybe you can try, as long as you can pry his mouth open." Hoover said indifferently.

"Use what? An electric drill or a hammer?" Hull retorted not to be outdone.

"I don't think it's a good idea. He is a super rich man, and he is very good at building his identity as an underdog, passionate about charity, and the family that supports him." Vice President John Garner said with a serious face.

"Everyone, are we discussing the suspect who murdered the Army Chief of Staff?" Hoover looked at them in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Director Hoover, you don't have any evidence, even if it's directional, I will agree with your actions, but it's not just speculation!"

Secretary of State Hull looked at Roosevelt and said: "Mr. President, we can't simply regard him as a minority, Chinese...he has too many interests involved,

Before there is any evidence, any colored or targeted actions will only lead to greater troubles. Don't forget that he still holds a News Corporation in his hands. "