Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2309 - 2129: Amazement

Beijing.

A stunning organization.

"So quick!"

"I couldn't imagine that a private company would independently create a complete technology suite in only one year, without partnering with any other groups."

"Amazing!"

"Even without knowing the exact technical specs, the fact that they've lifted this behemoth into the air shows their tech foundation is solidly on course."

"Absolutely!"

"Tang Qing truly excels at pulling off wonders."

"Spot on!"

"Still, the success isn't all his doing; remember, he's got thousands of scientists working for him, specializing in mechanical engineering, electronics, and materials science."

"Money makes anything possible!"

"And that's a great thing."

"..."

Earlier.

They had only basic info on the aircraft, like its design, power unit count, and intended roles. They figured they'd just observe the show, but it turned out to be far more.

It was breathtaking.

Unloaded.

The rotor speed hit 360, and full throttle reached 460. Speed-wise, it stood out among helicopters, especially with its flying style.

Low velocity.

Medium velocity.

High velocity.

Matching three distinct flying modes.

The longer they observed.

The more impressed they became.

"Sure, it's huge and not fit for combat, but as a specialized flyer, it works well. That enormous carrying capacity could handle wildfire suppression or flood relief efforts."

"Yes."

"It's really impressive overall."

"Beyond wildfires, in cases of major gas leaks or blasts with uncontrollable blazes beyond fire truck range, it could make a massive difference."

"Plus."

"For dam collapses or rescues in hazardous zones, it ought to excel."

"..."

All present agreed with nods.

A tad oversized.

A bit loud.

Yet.

Its payload strength is unmatched; hauling a hundred tons opens doors to countless applications, from flood rescues and quake aid to huge mountain blazes and evacuations.

Countless applications.

Something standard military choppers can't even approach.

"That said, the timeline was too rushed. Tech maturity will show through long-term use, and gear reliability requires continuous checks."

"True."

"..."

No one felt a single year's safety record was enough to ease concerns.

Right then.

A report came in.

"What?"

"No way!"

"I..."

"..."

Shock rippled through the group again, as the report detailed every prior failure test—power outages in sequence, transmission breakdowns one after another.

In reality.

From afar, it just looked like occasional wobbles followed by steadying, with bursts of speed, slowdowns, dives, and climbs.

Before.

They assumed minor glitches and routine moves.

But no.

The entire sequence ran under failure conditions.

Ultimately.

It astonishingly touched down safely on a single engine, leaving them inwardly stunned by the boldness of that maneuver.

"Hiss!"

"This handling, this engineering—it's phenomenal. Eight power units are one thing, but the flawless transitions between them; that level of intricate tech seems beyond our reach."

"Exactly."

"..."

Awe filled every face.

True enough.

The inability stems.

Not from impossibility, but from historical emphasis on military gear, where modern air tech prioritizes agility and concealment.

No one considered adding multiple 'noise-makers.'

One power source.

Two power sources.

That's the norm.

Eight powers.

Proposing that would draw instant criticism; though untried, all know coordinating eight units' switches is a nightmare.

If attempted.

It'd demand at least three years.

"Building it in a mere year highlights their technical strength—we can't overlook that!"

"Yes!"

"I really want to inspect it up close."

"Same here."

"..."

The experts itched to tour the facility.

For that.

Leaders generously approved.

Permitted.

Sharing knowledge is valuable; they're unlikely to pick up much on eight-unit systems, unless it's for novel air tech outside conventional bounds.

Else.

Any insights would prove pointless.

Incidentally.

Word is, this machine can launch from water too—quite intriguing, suggesting amphibious rescue potential, tapping into that vibe.

Sighs echoed.

Ahead.

Massive woodland infernos won't force firefighters to climb perilous slopes anymore.

...

Afternoon.

The facility.

Trials pressed on.

Three tasks total.

-1. Rescue.

-2. Firefighting.

-3. Deployment.

They watched.

The flyer approached a large module, easing down with remarkable steadiness for a perfect link, followed by sharp 'clicks.'

A twenty-ton boat-like pod rose up.

Next.

It raced to a spot over twenty miles off, where a squad awaited. Post-landing, two rigs and eight personnel.

Boarded the pod.

Then.

Lift-off.

Back journey.

In the end, it settled securely on the landing zone.

Naturally.

Not finished.

Rescue.

Comes in types; after another ascent, it reached central hills nearby, defying chilly gusts, winching folks up via cables one at a time.

Now.

With a medical module attached, featuring a spacious interior plus vital emergency gear. The full winch op wrapped in three minutes flat.

Typical helos struggle to hold steady at such elevations, but this beast's heft shrugs off ordinary gales.

Eight power units.

Tasked separately.

Props hold height, turbojets keep balance. By blueprint, it handles rescues in winds to Level Nine.

Level Ten, sure,

Feasible.

But discouraged, as only pilots beyond ordinary can master its stance perfectly, aside from jet aces. Thus, the guide limits to under Level Nine.

Even Level Nine gets caution.

...

Item two.

Firefighting.

Not distant—just beyond the base in a cleared zone, doused with fuel and stacked combustibles. A boom, and flames surged.

Smoke poured thick.

Pluming skyward; to gauge impact, the materials spewed dense haze, dark as night, enough to scare anyone off at a glance.

Soon after.

The equipped 'sprinkler' flyer arrived overhead, igniting the mist dispenser right above the plume, dousing from on high.

Then.

The smoke's rise faltered, then dropped gradually, particles caught in the spray and pulled earthward, halting the haze's advance.

"Excellent."

"This technique shines, trapping particulates with mist."

"..."

The command center.

Er upted in cheers; this tactic proves invaluable against toxic gas diffusion, particularly in mega-fires, holding deep significance.

Thus, no threat to nearby crowds.

Smoke.

Can choke deadly.

...

At the scene.

Besides the mist.

The droplet system kicked in, blanketing a hundred-meter circle from its lofty perch, mimicking a downpour.

At once.

The water cannon fired too, blasting key blaze spots wildly.

Mist form.

Droplet rain.

Jet stream.

Blending these triple tactics yielded quick wins. Within thirty seconds, the blaze was tamed, and surveying the area, no smoke had escaped.

All drawn down by the mist.