Chapter 49: Even High-Precision Equipment?

“Then let’s start by inspecting the outer shell structure,” Lin Yi said, glancing at his partner beside him.

Su Qi nodded in agreement.

Wang Yang gave a nod. “No problem. If you lack professional equipment on your side, I can provide some.”

“Professional equipment? No need.” Lin Yi was momentarily surprised but quickly declined.

A livestream sales host like him surely had someone who had repaired the wreckage of these two F-22 fighter jets. The professional equipment used by those who repaired the jets couldn’t possibly be more advanced than theirs.

After all, this was their area of expertise.

Setting down the silver case, they each took out a series of small, specialized devices: a radar wave reflection detector for inspecting the outer shell structure, instruments for monitoring the operation of aerodynamic components, and high-precision tools for analyzing engine performance data.

These were carefully chosen after much consideration.

In theory, since they believed this was a model, none of these professional devices should be necessary—it should pose no problems.

But this was an order from the commander of the garrison district; they preferred to endure some extra effort to maintain a professional appearance.

Once everything was ready, Wang Yang had also prepared a ladder.

Lin Yi stepped directly onto the ladder, while Su Qi stood below holding the equipment, ready to hand it up at any moment.

Standing at the top of the ladder, Lin Yi gently touched the surface of the F-22 fighter jet.

He had to admit, whoever repaired this aircraft’s shell was quite professional. The surface paint was smooth, with a granular texture that wasn’t rough to the touch.

He wondered what material was used for this coating—it was astonishingly realistic, almost identical in gloss and smoothness to genuine stealth paint.

Taking the device from Su Qi, Lin Yi placed it against the F-22’s surface.

After the device powered on and a lengthy wait, data appeared on its display.

[Radar Reflection Cross-Sectional Area: 0.01]

Seeing the reading, he was stunned, doubting his own eyes.

He knew that the radar reflection area for real F-22 stealth coating could reach as low as 0.01!

He glanced between the device’s data and the jet’s surface, momentarily at a loss.

“What’s wrong?” Su Qi asked, looking up from the ground.

Lin Yi murmured, “Radar reflection area, 0.01…”

“Huh?” Su Qi stared at him, clearly just as shocked.

A frightening thought immediately crossed his mind:

Could this F-22 fighter jet actually be real?

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

“Is the device malfunctioning?”

Lin Yi shook his head, about to speak, then noticed something and looked down at Wang Yang, who had just spoken, with a puzzled expression. “Huh?”

Wang Yang replied, “I’m asking if the device is faulty. My reading is 0.0096.”

Both Lin Yi and Su Qi froze, staring at him in astonishment.

“0.0096? That’s your reading? What device did you use?” Lin Yi asked instinctively.

“Wait a moment,” Wang Yang said as he hurried to a corner of the warehouse.

Shortly after, he pushed out a piece of equipment. “I used this molecular plasma radar wave simulation device.”

Lin Yi and Su Qi were completely dumbfounded, staring at the equipment Wang Yang brought out.

“How do you even have something like this?” Lin Yi exclaimed in surprise.

The molecular plasma radar wave simulation device is specialized for measuring the radar reflection area of stealth materials. It’s typically only found in large research institutes.

For example, the Qingcheng Garrison District Military Research Institute did not have such a device because it requires highly skilled operators and is scarce; only top-tier fighter jet research facilities usually possess one.

Such a device does indeed yield more accurate results.

“Of course, I bought it,” Wang Yang smiled.

Lin Yi and Su Qi exchanged a glance, their shock fading.

When Wang Yang said he bought the device, they immediately knew it was fake.

Such equipment wouldn’t circulate on the market and had limited use; no company would manufacture and sell it publicly—usually, it’s custom-made for research institutes or scientific companies.

“I also have the test results I obtained at the time; you can take a look,” Wang Yang said, pulling a test report from the device.

The two looked over it briefly and then casually set it aside.

If it were anyone else, they might have been fooled by this report, but being professionals, they saw through the forged document.

Yet they didn’t want to shatter Wang Yang’s illusion—after all, he seemed to genuinely believe the device was real.

“Maybe some stealth coating residue remained on the wreckage," Su Qi suggested. "It’s hard to completely remove such materials, so some leftover is normal.”

Lin Yi nodded in agreement.

“Let’s move on to the next phase: inspecting the control panel.” Lin Yi easily found the control cockpit’s release button, and the cockpit opened. He climbed the ladder and smoothly entered the cockpit.

At the sight of the cockpit, his expression froze.

The interior was strikingly realistic—almost a perfect replica—with exquisitely detailed buttons.

He was stunned.

It was incredibly lifelike!

This cockpit was very similar to the real F-22 fighter jet he had seen before—extremely similar.

Who exactly was Wang Yang?

He had managed to find such a skilled restorer. Judging by the restoration techniques, this person clearly had deep knowledge of the F-22 fighter jet. It was obvious they specialized in this field.

A talent, indeed.

Could this be a senior researcher from a prestigious institute?

It was possible. From the surface coating to every detail inside the cockpit, the restorer’s professionalism was evident.

Lin Yi took the device from Su Qi and ran some tests, confirming that all the buttons were functional, at least electrically connected.

However, he didn’t try pressing them; without power, pressing the buttons would be pointless.

Exiting the cockpit and climbing down the ladder, he stored the device back in the case.

“Mr. Wang, we’re ready to inspect the aerodynamic components next.”

“No problem. It seems your equipment is a bit basic. I have more professional gear here if you want to use it,” Wang Yang offered.

Lin Yi waved him off. “No need, Mr. Wang. Our equipment is very professional, and generally, such devices require specialized…”

Before he could finish, he saw Wang Yang point toward the “Dynamic Monitoring Atomic Collision Centrifugal Device” hidden behind the fighter jet, nearly causing him to shout.

“How do you have this too?” Lin Yi’s eyes widened in disbelief.

(End of chapter)