Blackstone Code

"Mr. Lynch, have you read today's newspaper?"

In the train carriage, the sergeant suddenly asked a question. Lynch, who was reading, put down the book in his hand, looked at him, and motioned for him to continue.

The sergeant sorted out his thoughts and asked the question that had puzzled him all morning, "Just after the joint military exercise ended, Schepp Ship announced the performance parameters of the Wave II submarine. Is this..."

He hesitated a little, "Too arrogant?"

"What I mean is that if we have a new military equipment plan, we should hide it instead of publishing it like now, where anyone can just buy a newspaper and see those important parameters!"

He waved the newspaper in his hand. In addition to a vague design sketch, it also contained very detailed parameters of the submarine.

For ordinary people, these parameters are just numbers, and they cannot get anything valuable through these numbers.

But for laboratories and institutions in other countries that specialize in armaments research, these data can not only expose the federation's current technical strength in this area, but also provide a "bright light" for other countries.

For example, a certain framework plans to build a submarine with a speed of ten knots underwater, but the performance announced by the federation reaches twelve knots. The 20% performance difference is enough to crush it in terms of technology.

Then this country may redesign a new submarine whose underwater speed, even if it cannot exceed it, will not lag too far behind to fight against the federation's new submarine.

This seems to be of little value and significance, but in fact it prevents the country from wasting money on these military equipment that will inevitably fall behind once produced, and reduces the possibility of them causing losses.

The data released by the federation will cause shock around the world, and people will use the federal data as a standard for comparison of the next batch of submarines.

This would not benefit the Federation in any way, so the sergeant had no idea why the Federation would do this.

You know, the Federation has never released any relevant information before. They are not even willing to tell others the caliber of Army rifle bullets, but now they have told others so much that it is difficult to understand.

Lynch curled his lips, took out a pack of cigarettes, and the sergeant opened the window of the carriage for him.

The rolling wheels kept moving forward, making a rhythmic clanking sound, and the wind outside the car window also blew in, bringing with it a scorching summer air and a hint of the fishy smell of plants in the wilderness after being exposed to the sun.

He lit the fire and took a breath, "We often say that the biggest difference between humans and animals is that we are intelligent creatures, but in fact, besides us, there are many other intelligent creatures in nature."

"But why am I the master of this world and not other creatures, you know?"

The sergeant thought about it carefully. He graduated from high school and had an average education level. He tentatively asked: "Is it because we can use tools?"

"This is just one of them. Maybe you don't know, but humans are not the only intelligent animals that can use tools."

"There are other factors, think about it again."

The sergeant talked a lot about the differences between intelligent creatures and ordinary animals, but none of them reached the point Lynch wanted to express. In the end, he gave up, "I don't know, it's too difficult."

"Not at all!" Lynch laughed and said pointedly, "Because humans can lie..."

Lies are also one of the important driving forces of social development. From "we will live better" to "capitalists will sympathize with us" to "we will never lie" and so on, human history is actually a scam, a The history of lies.

And in this process, the role of lies is not simple.

When the first guy said "I'll think of a solution" to comfort other erectus apes who wanted to solve the problem of survival, he broke a stone under his feet and cut his toes on the stone fragments.

When he said "We will definitely win" and encouraged a group of upright apes to join him in rushing towards more ferocious animals to face an unknown fate, lies were sometimes not so easy for people to distinguish.

“We gave a fake parameter, and they had to work hard on research and development according to the additional parameters we gave. You may not know it well, but every little bit of progress in the parameters means a collective breakthrough in one field and related fields. "

"More money, more social resources tilted..." Lynch shook his head. Security competition is dangerous. His danger is that if someone wants to gain a sense of security, they must keep up with the changes.

In order not to lag too far behind others in terms of armaments, the entire country will focus its main energy, financial resources, material resources, and talents on related fields, thereby ignoring the development of other aspects of society, which will create a distorted society.

Related industries are expanding rapidly, crowding out the living space of other industries, and even due to policy and other reasons, they will annex other industries wantonly, forming deformed monsters, and eventually drag the countries where they are located into the abyss.

The sergeant still didn't understand, "Mr. Lynch, if they... really develop a submarine that exceeds these parameters, how should we respond?"

Lynch glanced at the newspaper with the title of President Schepp Shipbuilding printed on it, and said with some disdain, "They chose the wrong future!"

Submarines are indeed useful, but they are not invincible.

Now people are frantically researching submarines just because there are no good countermeasures. Once anti-submarine aircraft appear, their value will be greatly reduced.

According to the current diving depth of submarines, anyone who observes them at an angle of fifteen degrees above them will definitely be able to see their dark, ghost-like shadows advancing slowly in the water.

As long as it can be discovered, it can be attacked. Depth charges or even an alloy trawl net can render it useless even if it cannot destroy it.

People are crazy about submarines just because there is nothing good to check and balance them. When Lynch's plane comes out, those people will regret it.

But then again, it is not that simple from the birth of aircraft to its use in warfare. It involves many things, not entirely technical, but also political issues.

The clanking train has no idea what the man in a box in its belly is planning. It only knows to eat and drink enough, and then rush forward crazily!

By the time Lynch returned to Bupen, it was already past eleven in the evening, and trains across half of the Commonwealth were never on time.

There were not many people in the station, but the lights were on. Now the Gaevra delegation is still in the Federation. Some of the many journalists accompanying them did not follow them around. In order to reflect the prosperity and freedom of the Federation, other places are not counted. Bupen Some public facilities have postponed their lights-out time.

Railway stations, bus stations and bus stops must be lit up all night.

This is a face-saving project, but the vast majority of taxpayers have nothing against it.

It feels like someone who has been poor for a long time and suddenly becomes rich. A group of "nobles and riches" came to the Free Federation. If they don't show their power, everyone's thoughts will be incomprehensible.

The station lights are always on, just like daytime.

Some homeless people and beggars secretly gathered here at this time. There are clean benches, environment, and lights here. It is not only safer but also more comfortable than spending the night in other places.

Crucially, they can still do business here.

With a "chi" sound, a stream of hot steam spurted out and then melted away. Several hard-working homeless people and beggars walked towards the platform holding signs saying "Help me".

But this time they failed as several men in black suddenly appeared blocking their way.

Seeing those guys who almost said "I'm not easy to mess with" on their faces, the homeless people wisely chose to give in.

The Federation is a city of freedom and fairness, but those beautiful words only appear in the dictionary of the rich.

Lynch walked out of the car. His shiny leather shoes had been cleaned by the shoe boy before getting out of the car. Lynch gave him two yuan for this.

One dollar was the cost of polishing the shoes, and one dollar was the tip. Shoe Tong Le had snot bubbles coming out of his nose.

A large group of people surrounded Lynch and the sergeant. The sergeant followed Lynch. He looked a lot fatter than before, but he was actually wearing a bulletproof vest. Now his job was simpler, just to serve Lynch. Block the gun.

A group of people left the station soon and headed to the villa in the middle of the mountain.

As soon as I got home, before I had time to take off my clothes, the phone in the corner rang.

"I have a mission for you..."

It was Mr. Trueman who spoke. He already knew that Lynch would be back tonight before Lynch arrived at Bupen, and he confirmed it again when Lynch entered the villa.

Lynch himself knew this kind of thing very well. He didn't feel any irritation at being... spied on. Almost all the big shots in the Federation were being watched to a greater or lesser extent.

But these people are definitely not following them to collect any evidence or anything. On the contrary, they are following them to help them solve their troubles.

"What mission?" He put his shoulder against the phone receiver and walked to the bar with the phone in his hand.

He casually pulled out a bottle of wine, took out a glass and some ice cubes, and poured himself a glass.

"The president feels that we should not treat Gaevra's cultural delegation too indifferently. You have a good relationship with Princess Genia, so some people think that you are very suitable to be a receptionist. You must satisfy them."

Lin Qi could hear the meaning behind his words, raised his eyebrows, and took a sip of the cold wine. The heat immediately dissipated a lot, "Does this count as a sacrifice for the country?"

After about seven or eight seconds, the answer "Forget it" came from the receiver.

Lin Qi's lips twitched slightly, "Then if I complete the task, will you award me a medal?"

"After all, I have sacrificed for my country!"