Chapter 62

"Hey, where are my photos?" Yulia glared at Hu Wenhai, feeling that if she weren't somewhat restrained, she might have gnashed her teeth at him.

Hu Wenhai said innocently, "I handed over the photos to the intelligence personnel from home long ago. Even if I wanted to give them to you, I couldn't."

At this moment, Hu Wenhai was hiding in a motel called "Away from the City" on the south coast of Long Island. After reaching the agreement with Grumman to exchange the erectile dysfunction drug for fighter jets, Lin Qianjun guarded him more closely than a national treasure. It wasn't easy for him to slip out alone.

However, since he still owed a favor, Hu Wenhai had to辜负 Lin Qianjun's good intentions and seized an opportunity to run out alone.

After contacting Yulia, he didn't foolishly go to the KGB's territory. It was too dangerous to show up in Cold Spring Harbor. After all, the introduction of the Chinese F-14 fighter jets now depended entirely on him. If anything happened to Hu Wenhai, both the Americans and the Soviets would probably celebrate with the most expensive champagne.

After repeated tracking and verification, he confirmed that Yulia wasn't being followed. Only then did he appear at this small motel at the intersection of New York and the south shore of Long Island to meet Yulia.

"We had a deal. I give you the Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory report and a batch of sildenafil, and you give me the photo. Do you think anyone can toy with the KGB?"

To be honest, Hu Wenhai initially chose the Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory partly because of its reputation. If Watson completed the project honestly, it would be best. If he wanted to cheat, the laboratory's reputation would act like a spotlight, making it a prominent target in the business world.

It's unclear how much Grumman's bold decision to acquire the patent for the blue pill was influenced by the Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory. After all, with its renowned reputation, anything it wanted would be considered valuable. Imagine if a small company or a disreputable research firm tried to steal Hu Wenhai's patent; Grumman wouldn't have the confidence that sildenafil would pass the FDA's drug approval process.

The Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory's bold "interference" instead made people believe that this was a gold mine with infinite potential.

"Alright, Yulia, you're just an outside informant for the KGB. Do you really think you're a spy?" Hu Wenhai rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "It seems the Soviet Union is so wealthy that they can send biomedical scientists to be spies."

"You Chinese are all liars, you don't keep your word!" Yulia was clearly furious, clenching her fists and standing up, shaking them and saying hatefully, "It looks like I need to teach you a lesson, whether I'm KGB or not, I can beat you to the ground!"

Standing up, Yulia was at least 175 cm tall, with the healthy and vibrant physique of a young woman...

Comparing his still developing body, Hu Wenhai raised his hands in shame and surrendered, "Alright, I have some intelligence for you as compensation."

"Intelligence? I hope this intelligence is valuable, otherwise..." Yulia didn't let her guard down, still glaring at him hatefully.

"I saw a document at Grumman, possibly the Pentagon's development strategy for the fourth-generation fighter."

"You saw the Americans' next-generation fighter data?" Yulia had a "do you think I'm stupid" look on her face and immediately clenched her fists.

"If you don't believe me, that's fine." Hu Wenhai shrugged, speaking indifferently.

...

Yulia glared at him for a long time, finally giving up and pouting, "Alright, alright, you win. I hope you're telling the truth, or I won't let you off."

"Of course I'm telling the truth, you don't need to doubt that."

Hu Wenhai tilted his head, recalling carefully, and then continued, "The Americans had an Advanced Tactical Fighter (ATF) program in the late 1970s. It was intended to be the next-generation air superiority fighter for the U.S. Air Force, aimed at replacing the F-15 Eagle and countering the Soviet Union's third-generation fighters that were not yet in service."

"Currently, this program is undergoing technical research at the Flight Dynamics Laboratory at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base. In 1981, the U.S. Air Force launched the 'Sky Elder' program, issuing a request for information about the ATF and inviting nine companies to participate in discussions, including Grumman. After research, the U.S. Air Force issued a concept design tender, requiring the following performance—"

Hu Wenhai continued, regardless of whether Yulia believed him, he had to memorize this information. She took out a notebook, quickly opened it, and waited for Hu Wenhai to continue.

"Supersonic cruise speed of 1.5 Mach, takeoff distance less than 610 meters, takeoff weight of 22.7 tons, combat radius of 1,300 kilometers, service ceiling of 9,144 meters, acceleration from 0.8 Mach to 1.8 Mach in 50 seconds, thrust-to-weight ratio of 1.4, especially noteworthy is the use of a two-dimensional vector engine and highly relaxed static instability flight control, providing superior maneuverability far beyond current third-generation fighters. Additionally, it uses stealth coatings and stealth shapes to achieve RCS stealth, and has multi-target attack radar capabilities and internal weapon bays..."

Hu Wenhai not only spoke but also drew a rough sketch of the YF-22 prototype based on his memory. He believed that Soviet scientists, after seeing this sketch, would take his words seriously.

Hu Wenhai recited all the F-22 data he could remember, but from Yulia's expression, she clearly didn't believe his story about "seeing a document at Grumman." Grumman's head would have to be crushed by a ten-thousand-ton hydraulic press to show such a document to Hu Wenhai.

However, as Hu Wenhai spoke, Yulia's expression became increasingly serious. The reason was simple: there were too many details in Hu Wenhai's words! Not only the names of various U.S. military programs and the names of research and development bases, but also the various performance indicators of the ATF. If this was fake intelligence from the Chinese, what benefit would it bring to the Chinese?

Yes, what benefit?

Hu Wenhai himself wasn't entirely sure. He was inspired by the Americans. Since Grumman could show the Chinese photos of the Su-27, what would the Soviets do if they knew about the ATF fighter program?

Abandoning competition with the Americans in the air, Gorbachev might actually do such a thing, which could extend the Soviet Union's lifespan by a second. The longer the Soviet Union existed, the longer the strategic opportunity period for China in the 1980s.

If the Soviets went crazy and also developed a fourth-generation fighter program, that would be even better. In the 1990s, when China picked up the leftovers, who knows what good things might appear?

In any case, the Soviet Union would soon normalize relations with China, entering its final contraction phase, with collapse imminent. As long as the Soviet Union didn't die, it would drag the United States into the abyss. If it could drag the United States through the mid-1990s, China's industrial upgrade would be complete, and if it could cut off the U.S. high-tech electronics industry, when the Soviet Union finally died, it could truly burn the Americans.

In any case, it wouldn't be a loss, so Hu Wenhai confidently sold the ATF fighter program. This information was clearly written on the internet in the future, though it was a top secret thirty years ago.

Hu Wenhai spoke for over half an hour, his mouth dry and his throat parched. Only then did Yulia slowly pick up the water pot and pour him a cup of water.

"Hey, you don't think I'd drink the water you poured, do you?" Hu Wenhai had seen enough spy dramas to know this basic common sense. Anyone who drinks water poured by someone else often doesn't survive past the third episode.

"Hmph, I was being nice. If you don't drink it, that's fine." Yulia pouted innocently and, with a splash, poured the water on the ground.

"I'll pour my own water." Hu Wenhai wouldn't be deceived by Yulia's appearance. He took a cup and went to the tap to fill it, then drank it all in one gulp.

"Hey!" Yulia glared at Hu Wenhai, clearly displeased with his obvious caution.

"Are you a man, or do you have no charm at all?" Yulia huffed, stood up, and ran her hands down her sides from top to bottom.

"If you're a man, you're a coward and a fool with no women's luck!"

Yulia let her golden hair fall loose and sat back on the sofa. Her legs crossed, and somehow, her clothes clearly outlined her impressive figure.

Hu Wenhai, though he had just drunk a cup of water, felt thirsty again. He swallowed, and before he knew it, his flag was already flying high.

"Hey, man!" Yulia's voice was lazy and seductive, with an indescribable charm, "Are you still a virgin? Do you want big sister to help you become a real man?"

"Ha, I'll show you if I'm a man!"

Hu Wenhai felt his mind go blank and, driven by instinct, pounced on Yulia.

...

The sunset streamed in through the motel window, and Hu Wenhai opened his eyes dazedly. What he saw were two soft, white, and tempting mounds, making him want to bite into them immediately.

"I say, did you put something in the water? You're not a professional spy, do you need to be so desperate?"

Hu Wenhai got up, looking at the bloodstain on the sheet, feeling somewhat speechless. He really didn't expect that Yulia was still a virgin.

"What, do you think I couldn't have you without the drug?" Yulia reached out, wrapped her arm around Hu Wenhai's neck, and pulled him into her chest, "Let's do it again, the result won't be any different without the drug!"