The grand ribbon cutting ceremony, the beautiful light show, followed by a popular model invitation from Milan City. In addition to the giant logo of United Motorcycle and the stage when the show was pushed onto the stage, and the girls accompanied them, the entire product launch conference did not seem to be at all. Although the guests in the audience applauded and shouted lively, Old Ziano knew that this was for the beauties, not for the motorcycles of United Motorcycle. In his opinion, except for the initial ribbon cutting ceremony, the entire ceremony seemed to be lost behind it, and looked more like the Milan spring fashion conference than the United Motorcycle Fast and Furious XI product launch conference.

He couldn't sit still anymore, and quietly asked Contini to greet him, pointing at the stage and twisting his stride. The models who walked on the cat said, "Calais, who is responsible for the ceremony planning? This company deserves damn it! What do they have created? It has turned into a fashion exhibition..."

"Father, it's all my ideas. The planning company just implements my ideas... So far, I think the effect is very good." Contini pointed to the audience in the audience and the spotlights that light up from time to time. "Don't you think they are very interested?"

"But you didn't look at their eyes? Their eyes were all on women. How many of them noticed motorcycles?"

"They will pay attention...you see, what should be paid attention to!"

Old Ziano was suddenly roaring in a strange situation. The fierce roar suddenly overwhelmed the music in the venue. All the audience raised their heads strangely, as if they wanted to find the source of the noise - they were really ignorant.

"Look... the plane!" Suddenly someone's eyes pointed at the sky in the south and shouted.

The roar was louder now, and all the audience stood up and stared in horror. They saw more than 300 aircraft forming a group of flying from the south.

"Ladies and gentlemen, dear audiences, the United Airlines cheering team is here. Let us welcome it with the warmest applause!"

The originally gentle music of the venue suddenly changed, and it was replaced by music based on military music, and roared over the venue with the roar of more than 300 planes. Army Secretary Diaz shook his head with a wry smile: "After all, it's Calais, the work is extraordinary. More than 300 planes are more troops dispatched by a group of troops during the war."

Now no one watched the model show on the catwalk. Everyone stared at the air. A group of fighter jets began to leave the team, and then arranged in neat rows. A smoke-pulling performance began in the air, red, yellow, blue, green, orange, and all kinds of colors. In just 5 minutes, they pulled out the letters related to "Fast and Furious X1". Not to mention the joint base, even the entire Milan City is now sensational. The sharp-eyed Du Hei was paying attention to the bomber and transport aircraft group. He found that more than 30 parachutes fell from the sky, and the dark paratroopers hung under the white parachutes were very eye-catching.

The Fokker fighter that Boji was flying was naturally in the fleet, but he was an unplanned person and forced to come by himself, so he neither received the stunt mission of pulling smoke nor mixed with the landing fleet, but became alone. It was not appropriate to go anywhere to join in the fun. Others thought he would land directly at the base of Milan. Who knew that Boji had been practicing the plane for so many days and had been itching, so he simply did not do it and went straight to the audience, and also made a volley-backward posture - this was the only flight skill he mastered, and he would not know anything about the others for the time being.

This made everyone very scared. But Mussolini actually recognized the face of the Roman policeman and cursed with a smile: "This kid is very brave!"

After the smoke flight and Boji flew backwards, the black paratroopers on the other side also landed on the ground. They flexibly untied the descent paratroopers and ran to the designated location neatly. Everyone was wondering why they didn't run towards the audience. They heard another engine roar. All 32 black paratroopers rode on the speed and passion XI motorcycles that had been prepared, forming two huge columns to pounce on the audience, like thunder, with a terrifying momentum.

Only when people got close to it did they see clearly that these black paratroopers were all black leather outfits, wrapped tightly from head to toe, their hands were covered with black gloves, and their eyes were wearing sunglasses for pilots. They looked dark all over their bodies, and they were sprinting with motorcycles shining with chrome-plated pieces. As cool as they were!

Everyone stared at the motorcycle army through the front of the audience, and then everyone stood up in an instant, left the motorcycle grip with their right hand and raised it forward, shouting in unison: "Long live the leader!"

Now even Mussolini couldn't sit still. He stood up and raised his hand to salute and then applauded warmly. Under his clapping, all the audience stood up and applauded. Before the applause subsided, an even more eye-catching scene happened. A black motorcycle queue was lined up one by one, roaring onto the catwalk of the models. The paratroopers slowed down, one by one, and carried the gorgeous models onto the motorcycle in the middle of the waist. Although the models were in disgrace and screamed, they did not struggle and resist. For training, all the black paratroopers upgraded from the brave were young men in their daily training. This could be foolproof, let alone the delicate and not much weight of female models?

However, in just half a minute, the model on the stage was taken away by a fleet of motorcycles, and left the stage in an unprecedented way in the modeling industry, and proudly circled around the scene... After the initial shock, the models began to adapt, hugging the men's bodies tightly and posing in various poses, with all kinds of erotic and hot scenes. They also knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime and unique promotional opportunity!

Faced with this situation, the host shouted in an extremely exaggerated and excited tone: "Fast and passion motorcycle announced grandly: Veni!Vidi!Vici!" (I'm here! I see! I conquered!)

These three sentences are classic words that Caesar reported to Rome in ancient Roman times 2000 years ago. All Italians are familiar with them. For a moment, the applause was thunderous, roaring, applause, cheers, stomping feet, and cheers!

"It's so crazy! This is the real speed and passion!" Old Ziano murmured to himself. His son's ability to tossed made him admire him.

Du Hei couldn't help but stand up and applaud. His sight was not caught by the beauties. In this performance, he understood the significance and future of the airborne combat depicted by Contini. If light armored vehicles and paratroopers could be put together, would it be possible to achieve the effect of a fierce raid?

Boji witnessed all the scenes on the ground in the air, and a man roared in the air: "Genius! A brilliant idea! So fucking handsome!"

Contini smiled slightly. The whole performance was carefully arranged during this period. It seemed that the paratroopers reorganized by the brave men were indeed extremely powerful. They mastered the performance skills quickly and cooperated skillfully. They looked like they were done in one go, like a flowing stream.

"Have you shot all the videos?"

"All photos are done, Master." Antonio said with a smile, "Although it's a bit fierce, the effect is indeed very good."

"I can't copy the sound effects in every city after I let the film company cooperate better in the later stage. I can only hope to use movie publicity to promote the hot sales of motorcycles."

"I think there is no doubt that it will be successful!" Antonio smiled. "If I am 30 years younger, I will buy one to enjoy it. Even if there are no beautiful women to grab it, it will be very exciting to drive it yourself..."

Mussolini recovered from his initial shock and whispered to Diaz next to him: "Are these brave men he has sought?"

"Yes."

"All of them are good soldiers, can you..."

Diaz shook his head: "Leader, you can't afford it! Calais has spent 50,000 lira training fees on each guard, and there are 20,000 annual salary and various expenses. The total annual cost of the troops with more than 200 people is expected to cost more than 15 million lira a year. The army's head fee for raising a regiment is enough!"

Mussolini touched his head for a while and was speechless, and finally squeezed out of his teeth: "Forget it for other troops, the leader guards must always guarantee it?"

"Where is the money?"

"You find a way to find Calais, give him some other preferential conditions, and ask him to pay to help me train an identical army. I will choose the personnel for him."
Chapter completed!