Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2307 - 2267: Accelerated

Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...

Tang Qing arrived at the remote helipad in the snowy Gobi, where three massive Jumbo helicopters stood assembled and enduring bitter cold tests, their designs optimized for extreme conditions like heat, rain, and aridity. He received a projection call from his uncle, who eagerly planned a visit with Tang Qing's sister to witness the progress. In the afternoon, the aircraft's propellers roared to life, melting surface snow as they lifted to fifteen meters and hovered flawlessly for an hour, all systems performing outstandingly without failure. Tang Qing inspected the base's underground facilities, gardens, water systems, fire safety drills, and the maintenance plant's oversized attachments for firefighting, rescue, and heavy transport duties. As evening fell and snow ceased, six helicopters continued hovering trials until late, left to freeze overnight for the next day's startup tests.

In general,

this falls under the manufacturer's testing procedures.

Hence,

once it's rolled out for official operations down the line, careful handling remains essential. The user guide will never advise: Just leave it parked haphazardly; if it gets wrecked, tough luck for the owner.

What nonsense!

Truth be told,

gales,

downpours,

blizzards,

storms,

...

It can tackle all sorts of tough conditions without a hitch.

Yet,

the guide will clearly warn:

1. Avoid takeoff without warming up if it's been idle over an hour in sub-zero temps.

2. Don't leave it parked outside for long stretches.

3. Steer clear of launching in dusty conditions.

...

Scores of warnings span hundreds of pages, leaving no room for ambiguity. Much like any military gear, it's built from the ground up to endure extreme settings.

Still,

nobody would dare include in the manual: This beast is indestructible—use it however you like!

...

The following morning.

Dawn.

Gentle sun rays cascade down, yet standing in the light still brings a sharp chill. As snow around starts to thaw, it draws in heaps of warmth, leaving the air biting.

Mess hall.

Following a hearty morning meal, the team headed back to their stations. The day's agenda kicked off a complete project simulation, leaving them on edge about potential slip-ups.

Ten in the morning.

Control tower.

Highest level.

The setup here screams futuristic flair, featuring three sleek curved stations, with scores of staff huddled at computer terminals, deeply engaged. Screens are glassy panels.

Wow!

Straight out of sci-fi films—see-through, touchscreen-enabled, though mainly navigated via mouse to dodge accidental inputs. Flashy looks have their limits.

Certain perks shine through.

However,

practicality matters too, including how it links with outside data streams, since tons of specialized programs stick to mouse controls. Shifting that would demand extra time.

...

Duties pile up high.

Coordinating.

Directing.

Communicating.

Even though this run stays at moderate and lower heights in a remote zone, securing airspace approval from regulators is mandatory.

Out of all that,

solely the area within three hundred meters above the site skips the paperwork.

Tricky stuff.

But if takeoff's greenlit, that's what counts.

"Report: Pre-flight airspace approval secured!" the communications specialist announced. No civilian oversight here, so air force clearance is key.

Rarely denied.

Except

during missions or unusual events in the zone, though this spot's so isolated. Fighter sweeps might pass, but helos won't clash.

Heights differ.

So,

approvals always come through.

"Excellent."

"Launch the initial phase."

"Affirmative."

On that order,

in a flash,

the six choppers revved their engines, lifting vertically skyward, after which the quartet of massive rotors angled over, driving the machines ahead.

...

"Velocity at fifty, all clear."

"..."

"Velocity at eighty, all clear."

"..."

"Velocity at one hundred, all clear."

"..."

Updates streamed in nonstop, quickly surpassing two hundred kph. Unloaded as they were, this pace hadn't hit the machine's max yet.

Acceleration continued.

"Velocity two hundred and thirty, all clear."

"..."

"Velocity two hundred and seventy, all clear."

"..."

"Velocity three hundred, all clear."

"..."

At last,

it leveled off at the steady pace of three hundred and sixty kilometers per hour. By then, they'd vanished from the tower's sightlines; per the blueprint, a one-hundred-twenty-kilometer leg at three hundred meters up awaited.

Next,

Ascend.

One thousand meters.

Two thousand meters.

Four thousand meters.

Six thousand meters.

Four levels in total, each held for twenty minutes. Past trials stuck to single heights; now, it was linking segments for a seamless check.

Six thousand meters.

Under jetliner paths, marking the engineered ceiling. Higher flight's possible, but pointless. This craft's core role isn't sky-high travel.

No reason to mingle with passenger planes.

...

"Velocity three hundred and sixty, flight steady, systems green!"

"..."

"Velocity three hundred and sixty, flight steady, systems green!"

"..."

Checks rolled in every minute.

Right then,

before the vast glass display, Tang Qing lingered with hands clasped behind, observing silently. It showed the six crafts' paths via GPS.

Not feasible yet.

Beidou's the goal.

But years away still. Beidou sats started in 2000, yet the inaugural navigation one didn't launch till 2007.

Later,

two years on.

Just this April, the second nav sat went up, and for spot-on fixes, minimum three are needed.

Longitude.

Latitude.

Altitude.

Usually, a spare joins for tweaks and redundancy.

Thus,

true pinpoint accuracy for Beidou waits till late next year. With two more aloft, a core network takes shape.

...

The display

reveals just map spots, nothing visual.

But

Tang Qing viewed the heavens, where their own orbiter beamed live feeds, razor-sharp, even locking on at high speeds.

Pilots visible—truly stunning.

Meanwhile,

endless stats zipped by in his peripheral, outlining the gear's performance.

All good.

Zero warnings.

"One thousand meters steady run done, velocity three hundred and sixty, fully smooth, no system issues."

"..."

"Three thousand meters steady run done, velocity three hundred and sixty, fully smooth, no system issues."

"..."

Eighty minutes in, the crafts loitered above base, holding position—no drop yet, as the return leg mirrored the outbound.

Though

now, they'd crank up the throttle.

"Kick off phase two: Full throttle, no cargo."

"Understood."

Command acknowledged, the crafts surged aloft once more, rotors pushing to cruise velocity, then, midway through the arm.

"Buzz!

The upright turbo unit spun, shifting sideways.

"Buzz!

"..."

Roar built to a thunder, inevitable side effect—the turboshaft-plus-turbine churns loud air drag.

"Backup thrust, ten percent engagement."

"..."

"Backup thrust, thirty percent engagement."

"..."

Watch

as the six shapes in the clouds surged faster.

Bolted forward; Tang Qing's blueprint wove in twin propulsion—one from rotors, the other from the central arm's turbine.

Naturally,

tech-wise, it paled against Boeing's jet powerplants, given the hybrid setup, so aero-engine demands dropped way down.

Strong.

Light.

That covers it.

Rough edges okay, as long as output holds steady and hits the mark; stripped to basics, parts count slashed by two-thirds.

Bottom line,

it works and lasts—that's plenty.

...

Miles off,

an air base.

Tower.

Air traffic hub.

"That's speedy—three hundred and sixty puts it elite among helos, but weird, why request five hundred kph clearance?"

"Beats me."

Work's light most days, so this pop-up civilian trial sparked interest, eyes glued to blips on the monitor, chatter buzzing.

Here,

pure curiosity drives it.

Besides,

Tang Qing's brainchild screams civilian—military? No shot, too bulky, spotlight magnet, useless for supply runs.

Abruptly,

the monitor flickered.

"They're accelerating!" a voice cried out.