Incredible Insight: Toy Factory Discovers Swarm Drones

Chapter 475 He’s really rich?The air in the entire press conference hall seemed to go silent in that instant.

Facing the gazes of hundreds of peers in the room.

Then, this person brought out the evidence.

This burly war correspondent, looking like a big white bear, showed no sign of stage fright; instead, he radiated an excitement that came from being on the verge of exposing a lie.

He adjusted his slightly oversized plaid shirt.

He left his seat.

The big white bear reporter strode to the spacious aisle.

He balanced his laptop steadily on his left forearm.

With his right hand, he quickly unzipped the black canvas backpack at his side.

He pulled out a small, high-lumen portable projector.

He deftly connected the data cable.

Then, he pressed the power switch on the side of the projector.

A bright beam of light shot out.

Moving quickly, without obtaining any official permission whatsoever.

He connected his laptop screen directly to the portable projector, casting it onto the smooth white wall beside the podium that was meant for hanging promotional banners.

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The screen lit up.

The first thing that jumped into everyone’s view.

Was the photos of the battle results that the officials of Country A had high-profilely released during previous press conferences to flaunt their military might.

Those desert pictures, heavy with the scent of gunpowder and filled with massive bomb craters, were clearly spread out on the wall.

Immediately after.

He used professional 3D modeling and spectral analysis software to process these photos in real-time, right in front of the world’s media cameras.

The photos on the screen changed instantly.

The realistic desert colors were stripped away, replaced by layers of dense green data grids.

Various dazzling optical parameters scrolled rapidly along the edge of the screen.

Pointing to the red and blue alternating spectral analysis chart on the screen.

He turned around, faced his knowledgeable peers in the audience, and loudly exposed the trickery behind it.

”Friends in the media, please look at this spectral refractive index analysis report!”

The reporter’s voice echoed through the hall, carrying a sense of urgency to speak the truth.

The reporter pointed to the edge of the bomb crater in the picture.

Specifically, the cross-sections of the ”fighter jets” that were supposedly torn apart by high-explosive bombs.

He pointed out with a firm, decisive voice: ”Everyone, look carefully at this data feedback!”

”If these were real steel machines parked here.”

”These so-called fighter jet wrecks, after being hit by hundreds of pounds of warheads.”

”Under the software’s perspective, they should show a deep red feedback representing high-density material!”

He emphasized his tone, his finger pressing hard into the projected beam of light.

”But here, there is absolutely no three-dimensional metal thickness!”

”You can’t even find any scattered engine fragments or landing gear wreckage around the craters!”

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The big white bear reporter’s words were very clear.

Military reporters in the audience who knew their stuff had already started gasping at the spectral chart.

Because as he said, the colors on that analysis chart were smooth and uniform, just like a patch of ordinary sandy ground, without any of the complex spectrum that should exist after metal material explodes.

The demonstration was not over.

The big white bear reporter hit the enter key again.

He switched to another high-altitude reconnaissance image taken under sunny conditions.

In this image, several ”fighter jets” with camouflage paint were parked quietly at the edge of camouflage netting.

”If the previous destruction analysis wasn’t intuitive enough.”

”Then please look at this target acquisition image from before the bombing.”

”What’s even more outrageous is that, under direct sunlight.”

He used a laser pointer to draw a circle under those ”wings.”

”These ’fuselages’ with their streamlined appearance didn’t cast any three-dimensional physical shadows on the ground!”

”Those so-called shadows captured by optical radar are all just color differences in the paint that are on the same horizontal plane as the surrounding sand!”

The reporter straightened his chest.

Facing the murderous glare of the spokesperson on stage.

He fearlessly delivered his final conclusion.

”The conclusion is that these optical features, which defy physical common sense, are enough to reveal the truth.”

”Country A spent tens of millions of dollars on precision-guided bombs, but they weren’t bombing real fighter jets at all.”

”They were two-dimensional pictures painted on the ground with high-precision paint!!!”

”Country A is truly wealthy; to fake this, they actually spent so much military budget.”

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With these pieces of evidence thrown out.

The entire scene exploded instantly.

The reporters who had been holding their recording pens, ready to document Country A’s stability maintenance plan, all stood up in shock.

The sound of seats clashing and suppressed exclamations instantly wove together in the press hall.

”My God, if this is true, it’s simply the biggest scandal of the century!!!”

”Using the most advanced missiles to bomb paint graffiti? How is this possible?”

The reporters exchanged shocked glances with each other.

And on the podium.

The spokesperson for Country A’s face changed.

Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his forehead.

Then, he shouted at the agents standing by, telling the security personnel to get this reporter out.

”What are you waiting for! Quickly confiscate his equipment!!”

”Get him out of here!!”

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Two burly security guards wearing sunglasses immediately rushed over from the door.

They moved left and right, attempting to grab the big white bear reporter by the shoulders and forcibly turn off the projector that was currently playing.

The scene fell into a chaotic scuffle.

To save face.

The spokesperson spoke into the microphone, offering a sophistical explanation.

”Everyone, do not believe this baseless slander!”

”These are all images processed with software, which means this is an image maliciously forged by the big white bear reporter using Photoshop!”

”Our reconnaissance radar is the most advanced in the world; it is absolutely impossible to be deceived by such clumsy forgery!”

To add weight to this statement.

He even made a counter-accusation.

Loudly accusing him of having ulterior motives.

”You are smearing us with premeditation!”

”You are trying to destroy the prestige of the free world!”

”We will absolutely not compromise with this kind of information terrorism!”

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Various labels were ruthlessly slapped onto him.

However.

This frantic roaring, however, seemed increasingly pale in such a setting.

Then, reporters from other countries clearly did not believe this pale defense.

Everyone sitting here was a seasoned veteran who had been grinding in the news industry for years.

The spectral refractive index and 3D thickness analysis that the big white bear reporter had just shown were all based on the most rigorous scientific common sense.

It could not be covered up by a light sentence of ”Photoshop forgery.”

Professional sensitivity made them take action immediately.

No one paid attention to the spokesperson on stage who was still hoarsely defending himself.

Nor did anyone care about the big white bear reporter who was being pushed out by security.

Everyone lowered their heads.

And some reporters had already started opening their personal devices.

Logging into the official resource website of Country A’s Department of Defense.

Finding the original official high-definition photos from the previous press conferences.

Those were the original negatives that had not been processed by any third party and carried official digital signatures.

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Accompanied by a flurry of dense mouse clicking sounds.

Then, they zoomed in on the photos and watched them carefully.

Some pushed up the glasses on the bridge of their noses, pressing their faces almost against the screens of their tablets.

Some brought up the contrast tool in the image viewer to brighten the dark details of the picture.

As they watched.

Without the misleading official rhetoric.

Looking only at common sense.

They also started to feel that something wasn’t right.

Previously, everyone had been shocked by the astonishing battle damage figures released by officials and brainwashed by that ”precision strike” rhetoric, so they hadn’t thought deeply about it at all.

Now, examining it with skeptical eyes.

Those images that originally looked full of deterrence instantly became riddled with flaws.

Those camouflage fighter jets parked on the edge of the sand dunes looked, no matter how one looked at them, like graffiti stuck tightly to the ground.

They completely lacked the sense of volume that a real steel behemoth should have.

Even the reflective luster carried a greasy feeling unique to industrial paint, completely unlike an aviation coating.

The press section of the entire conference hall fell into an indescribable atmosphere.

At this moment.

A thought popped into their minds in unison:

Could it be... that it’s actually fake?!?!