Chapter 510: Blade Joy!!

"I see," Jiang Anguo thought to himself, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

The Americans surely have not yet fully mastered the core technology of the B29; the key is not the technology, but safety and other data.

Seeing that they had already employed this advanced bomber, they were inevitably impatient, eager to investigate and even to obtain the actual aircraft for study.

Jiang Anguo had dispatched William to bomb Tokyo; not only was the bombing mission completed, but a wealth of parameters was also obtained, a value beyond any monetary measure.

Of course, the American intelligence agencies also wanted to know why their latest bomber appeared on the Asian battlefield.

Their B29, on the contrary, is still on the production line.

But the war is now urgent, and there is no time for verification.

Jiang Anguo stroked his chin, deep in thought.

If he could seize this chance, get the Americans to pay for a B29 and take it back, he'd make a fortune—like a god of wealth falling from the sky.

At that thought, Jiang Anguo's tone instantly turned excited, and he hurriedly said to Xiao Si: "Quick, bring the big genius... no, bring Colonel Luobote in, treat him well; I'll wait for him in the reception hall."

Xiao Si suppressed a smile and said, "Yes, Young Master."

Having followed Jiang Anguo for years, he knew his Young Master's temperament too well; that fleeting mischievous grin and the excitement in his tone made it clear without doubt that this American colonel was about to be "duped" out of a sum.

Whenever Jiang Anguo showed this expression, he could always squeeze considerable benefits from others, let alone a wealthy American.

Soon after, Xiao Si led a tall, blond‑haired, blue‑eyed American inside.

Luobote wore a crisp US Army Aviation Colonel uniform, the star insignia on his shoulder conspicuously bright; his face was rugged, his gaze sharp, every movement exuding military rigor and competence.

Upon entering the reception hall, he quickly scanned the surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on Jiang Anguo, who had risen to greet him.

"Commander Jiang Anguo, greetings. I am Colonel Luobote of the US Army Aviation, honored to meet you," Luobote stepped forward, extending his right hand, his tone respectful yet somewhat urgent.

His Chinese was not fluent, yet he could express his meaning clearly.

Within the US military, information on this young Huaxia Major General was scarce.

Mainly because his rise was too rapid, as if he had been obscure for the previous two decades, then suddenly shone on the Myanmar battlefield.

Jiang Anguo smiled, extended his hand, and gave a light shake, his tone gentle: "Colonel Luobote, you have traveled far; thank you for your effort, please sit."

After Luobote took his seat, Jiang Anguo got straight to the point.

"I hear you came regarding the bomber? Which specific model are you interested in?"

"Commander Jiang, you are indeed straightforward. To be frank, I am here to ask which exact model of bomber you used when you dispatched aircraft to bomb Tokyo in June of this year. Our US Army Aviation has long been devoted to developing advanced bombers, and upon learning that your bomber's power is astonishing, we sent me specifically to inquire."

Sure enough, the other side wanted that bomber.

Jiang Anguo understood internally, but pretended confusion, feigning contemplation: "Bombing Tokyo in June? Ah, you mean that bomber—it's a new model I happened to acquire; the exact designation... I don't recall clearly."

The B29 bomber, regardless of nation, is a strategic‑level weapon system, with a maximum range of 5,600 km; if refueled, it can fly even farther.

The key is payload; typically it carries about 9 tons of bombs, usually a bit less than that figure.

In extreme condition, with both wings loaded with bombs, it can reach twenty tons.

Luobote, hearing this, showed a hint of urgency on his face and quickly said, "Commander Jiang, please think it over. That bomber's range is extreme, its payload massive, and its bombing accuracy very high; we assess its performance far surpasses the current mainstream bombers of all nations."

"Our US Army Aviation is eager to learn about this bomber; should you be willing to disclose, we are prepared to offer generous compensation."

Seeing Luobote's eager demeanor, Jiang Anguo felt a secret joy, yet his face remained impassive as he slowly said, "Colonel Luobote, it's not that I'm unwilling to inform you; it's just that this bomber's provenance is rather special, involving certain secrets, and I'm not at liberty to disclose it casually."

"Moreover, the bomber's technology is extremely advanced; if it were leaked, it would benefit neither Nanko nor myself."

Luobote, seeing this, became even more convinced that the bomber was an exceptionally advanced treasure, and he quickly said, "Commander Jiang, we can sign a confidentiality agreement and will absolutely not disclose any related information."

"Regarding compensation, feel free to name your terms; whether supplies, equipment, or funds, we can negotiate. As long as you provide the bomber's model, performance specs, or even related technical data, we are willing to meet your reasonable demands."

Jiang Anguo pondered briefly, feigning difficulty, and said, "Colonel, to be frank, I have only a few of these bombers here, all specially modified, and the technical data are top‑secret; I truly cannot disclose them at will. However…"

At this point, Jiang Anguo deliberately paused, his gaze fixed on Luobote, observing his reaction.

Luobote immediately leaned forward, urgently saying, "Commander Jiang, but what? Whatever conditions you have, you may state them; we will certainly do our utmost to satisfy them."

But I could consider selling you one. After all, America is also part of the anti‑fascist camp, and we ought to help each other. However, this bomber's production cost is extremely high and its development difficulty immense; selling one would be a massive loss for us.

Luobote, hearing this, saw a flash of delight in his eyes and quickly said, "Really? Commander Jiang, you are willing to sell us one? Excellent! Tell me, how much? As long as we can afford it, we will pay immediately!"

He had originally only sought technical data, but did not expect Jiang Anguo to be willing to sell an actual aircraft outright.

This is more profitable than obtaining data; once they have the aircraft, American engineers can swiftly dismantle and study it, mastering the B29's core technology.

Jiang Anguo pretended to contemplate, his fingers lightly tapping the table as if calculating costs.

After a moment, he lifted his head, his tone solemn, and said, "Colonel Luobote, this bomber's production cost is exorbitant, plus modification, transport, and maintenance expenses; a lump‑sum price of three million US Dollars. Not a cent less will do."