Chapter 526 Sweet Dreams! (Second Update!)

England, London.

Prime Minister Weir sat on his chair solemnly, looking calmly at Duke William opposite.

Opposite him, Duke William also looked at him calmly with the same eyes. The two of them looked at each other with a gaze that lasted forever.

After a long while, Duke William shook his head slightly and asked in a very soft voice: "Prime Minister Weir, I wonder why you summoned me here today despite your busy schedule?"

"If it's okay, it's almost time to get off work anyway. I think we can find a place to have a meal tonight."

Facing the invitation, Prime Minister Weir shook his head slightly, picked up a document on the table and threw it to the opposite side. When the person opposite picked up the document and read it carefully, he said calmly:

"This is intelligence synchronized by MI6 from America. In this intelligence, America's intelligence personnel speculated that the three missiles launched by China yesterday were all hypersonic missiles."

"This news..."

"It's very scary, so I want to hear your opinion."

"My opinion?" Duke William raised his head from the document and looked at the Prime Minister in front of him with doubts. He didn't understand why he should listen to his opinion on such a matter.

He is indeed a senior official of the Ministry of Defense, but he is only a senior official. England's Ministry of Defense does not have the final say alone.

After all, the final budget has to be decided by the parliament.

Not getting the answer he wanted from the other person's face, Duke William lowered his head again and focused on the documents in front of him.

After seeing the basis for America's judgment, especially the approximate speed of the missile after his own detailed calculations, he put down the document and calmly turned his gaze to the opposite side, towards the Prime Minister of England.

After staring at the other person for a long time, he asked word for word: "Mr. Prime Minister, are you sure you want my opinion?"

"OK!" Prime Minister Weir nodded vigorously, then stood up, walked around his desk, walked to the window of the office, opened the curtains, and opened the window.

As the windows with excellent sound insulation effect were opened, the noise outside the window came in like a tide, and like a tide, it washed over the two of them over and over again.

Listening to the noisy market sounds, Will turned around, opened his arms, and said loudly to Duke William: "Duke William, you are the queen's brother, and England is your territory."

"Now, your territory is threatened, and she also needs your help and your opinion. Now, I just want to hear your opinion."

"My opinion..." Duke William closed his mouth as soon as he said a few words.

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke calmly:

"My opinion is that I have no opinion. Hypersonic missiles are of little use to us."

"Besides, we are not others' targets, so there is no need to be selfish and engage in such messy things."

"If you have any idea, you might as well make England's civil servants redundant."

"This group of people is the main cause of England's financial crisis."

After hearing the suggestion that he lay off civil servants, Weldian smiled awkwardly. He turned around and closed the window, drew the curtains, then returned to his chair, sat down, and raised his legs on the table. He looks like a gangster boss.

After doing this, he looked at the person in front of him and said with a little anger on his face: "My dear Mr. Duke, there is an old saying that if you don't advance, you will retreat."

"Under China's conditions, they have all created hypersonic missiles at this time. We in England are hundreds of times stronger than them."

"Can't we build a hypersonic missile?"

"Are we not as good as them?"

"Or do you have other selfish motives?"

After asking three questions in a row, Will naturally put his legs down from the table and looked at the person in front of him with a playful face.

According to some information I have, the good deeds done behind the scenes by Duke William in front of him are far from fair and just.

If these things were exposed, Duke William would have to shed his skin even if he died.

But it's not necessary.

A sword is most threatening when it is in its scabbard.

But once out of the body, there is no threat at all.

Opposite him, Duke William slowly raised his head and met his playful eyes with a playful look.

After a while, he shook his head slightly and said with a wry smile:

"If I tell you that we do not have the ability to independently manufacture hypersonic missiles, nor do we have the ability to maintain them, does Mr. Prime Minister still need to continue to persist?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed a look of disbelief on the face of the person opposite him.

Seeing this, Duke William couldn't help but clicked his tongue, shook his head and said:

"I know you don't believe it, but it's a fact, a plain fact."

"Now, European countries have lost the ability to independently manufacture weapons of mass destruction."

“The bearings come from Germany, the engines come from Germany, the pipes come from France, the screw connections come from the Netherlands.”

"The main control system comes from America, and the explosives come from... America again."

"In short, we cannot master the entire parts industry chain in China."

"Under this globalization model, the price and quality of the parts we can obtain are indeed better than those produced by ourselves. But the problem is that if a war breaks out, these parts may not be available."

"And if we want to build all the industries of these parts in England, there will be a large part of the losses."

"Taxpayers will not agree to do this!"

"And the most important point is that even if we have this thing, we can't launch it and can't make a deterrent."

"Because this is not in the interests of Americans, Americans will not allow us to have hypersonic missiles."

"Do you understand?"

The merciless words were like the north wind blowing from Norway at the end of December.

Cutting on Will one by one, the English Prime Minister felt very uncomfortable.

He felt that since he took office, the whole world has changed, becoming a mess and becoming disorganized. It feels like a large group of people have set up a makeshift team and put on a show together.

The food crisis has not passed, and the money for purchasing additional food is still stuck in parliament for review.

Now there is another missile deterrent.

This tnd...

Take a deep breath, he slowly raised his head, locked his eyes on Duke William, and lowered his voice as much as possible, trying to make his voice sound as peaceful as possible.

After a moment, he asked softly: "Then Duke William, please tell me, will our old rivals France and Germany make hypersonic missiles?"

As soon as he said this, he clearly saw a very obvious expression of hopelessness on the face of Duke William opposite him.

Then, Duke William's voice of disdain came.

"My dear Prime Minister, I have clearly told you which country to buy the relevant parts from to produce a missile."

"You only need to learn to think in other people's shoes a little bit, and you will find that France has the same problem as us."

"And all this is not important. What is important is that America will not allow Europe to rise again."

"And Europe, which is in chaos, has no hope of rising. It can only cling to the original flaws and keep the original things, slowly decaying in time."

"If we had not lost Sri Lanka, Argentina, and India, we would still have a chance."

"But now, it is no longer possible."

"The emergence of nuclear bombs, It has changed the way the world fights wars."

"Our current mission is just to guard our own land, and the rest will be left to America."

"Prime Minister, there is no need to worry about these things. Instead of worrying about military defense, you should worry about where the salaries of civil servants come from."

"And where the food for the next month will come from."

"The so-called military threat is just words written in the report, it does not exist."

"Because we are no longer qualified!"

"It's time to wake up from your beautiful dream!"

As Duke William spoke weakly, the atmosphere in the office dropped to the freezing point. Prime Minister Will sat weakly on the chair, looking at the ceiling with a dead heart.

After looking at it for a long time, he said softly: "You go prepare a report, a report on missile threats."

"Give it to me within 10 days at the latest, and then release this report to other European countries and the whole world."

"We can't change the current situation in England, but we can say a few words."

He spoke weakly while lying on the chair, and Duke William opposite him looked at him seriously. To make sure that he was not lying, the Duke of England stood up, patted his buttocks with his hand, walked to the Prime Minister seriously, and extended his right hand:

"Then my dear Prime Minister, please approve a budget for me, thank you."

The word "budget" made Will jump up from the chair immediately, and fled out of his office as if he was running for his life.

Seeing this uncle leave, William couldn't help sighing while standing there, and glanced at the other's office. He put his hands in his pockets, turned around and followed him out of the office.

He didn't give orders to his subordinates, but turned around and left work.

Two hours later, his argument with Will fell in front of the French Prime Minister.

Looking at the time marked on the intelligence, the French Prime Minister couldn't help shaking his head.

This is England, the iron-blooded England.

Their intelligence system is still the same as it was during World War II, with sieves and loopholes everywhere.

You only need to know a little bit of technology to easily get information from them.

It's even worse than World War II.

After reading the intelligence completely, he used a pen to outline the part of the intelligence document that mentioned France, especially the fact that France could not produce missiles independently.

Turning around, he put the document in front of the French Minister of Industry.

When the other party began to check the document, the Prime Minister spoke in a gentle voice:

"Are we unable to produce missiles independently now?"

The Minister of Industry was very fast. He finished reading the document in just a few minutes and saw the key words that were circled.

Seeing those words, his face, which was still smiling just now, immediately became gloomy, his breathing became impatient, and he stuttered when he spoke.

"Prime Minister, we must first define what independent production means."

"Under the great wave of globalization, it is necessary to join the world cooperation and purchase some parts from other countries."

"Therefore, if we purchase relevant parts from other countries and assemble them in our country, it is actually a kind of independent production."

"If it is the most extreme case, all the parts and all the workers are from France."

"Then we in France are indeed unable to manufacture the corresponding missiles, just as this intelligence says."

"Even in America, some parts and valves come from Europe, and some special materials come from Russia."

"So this definition of independent production should be wrong."

"We can still independently produce various ballistic missiles."

The well-reasoned answer made the French Prime Minister not know what to say.

He wanted to say a few words, but he just felt depressed, bored and uninteresting.

What happened?

How did China make hypersonic missiles under those conditions?

Isn't this a joke?

No, France now has the ability to independently manufacture missiles and is not afraid of them at all.

It is completely possible to manufacture hypersonic missiles by itself!

Waving to the Minister of Industry, the Prime Minister took back the document he had just handed over, turned around, called his secretary, and told him:

"Go and compile an order to the equipment research and development department under the Ministry of Defense."

"Tell them that we must build a hypersonic missile within two years."

"If they can't do it, I will send them all to death."

The Minister of Industry next to him listened to all these words, but did not persuade him, but just shook his head calmly.

After a long time, he asked the Prime Minister: "Sir, are you really not afraid of the Americans?"

This sentence calmed down the ambitious French Prime Minister.

In the end, the two sat together in silence.

Ten minutes later, the French Prime Minister asked, "Is there really no hope?"

"No!" The Minister of Industry shook his head and responded calmly. Then he looked up at the person opposite him and asked, "Let us French people continue to be silent in our dreams, isn't it good?"

The next second, the Prime Minister opposite him turned into a desktop cleaning master and overturned everything on the table.

Faced with the irritable Prime Minister, the Minister of Industry chose to leave.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he took out his mobile phone and called the commander of America stationed in Europe: "Do you have hypersonic missiles? Give us one!"

Stuttgart, Germany.

This is the location of America's European Command.

At this moment, Commander-in-Chief Bud Truman sat in his chair, listening to everything on the phone in confusion.

After a long while, when the person on the other end of the phone stopped talking, he asked back:

"Who told you that America has hypersonic missiles?"

"Don't I know whether there are hypersonic missiles or not? I am the uncrowned king of Stuttgart and the commander-in-chief of the European Theater Command."

"Bud Truman!"

"If even I don't know about it, then America definitely won't have it."