Chapter 503

Chapter 503: The Judgment of the Dragon Knight

"You just need to relay the message. If Lockheed doesn’t give me an explanation, huff, huff, I’ll make sure your exhibition team comes here and doesn’t leave!"

Lin Mo exposed his fierce demeanor without holding back. He was genuinely angry and had even planned to use Gold Coin, willing to sacrifice one or two parts to wipe out Lockheed entirely.

As long as it’s made of metal, it cannot escape the erosion of the gold giant dragon.

Factories, fighter jets, firearms, vehicles, and steel structures of buildings were all metallic items. Once these were consumed, Lockheed would have to declare bankruptcy immediately.

Lin Mo did not believe that Lockheed was entirely self-financed. As long as they had debts, their cash flow would definitely not withstand the loss of fixed assets.

If he continued with assassinations, there might not be many places left without metal outside a few primitive forests.

If Gold Coin wanted, it could extract all the metallic elements from human blood, causing death in the same way; simply being iron-deficient could be fatal for most living beings in this world.

If the Americans realized this and retaliated with corresponding special weapons, Gold Coin, which already had a considerable level of technology, could easily play the part of an Alien again.

Before any of its units were destroyed, the losses for the Americans would certainly be immense.

The uncontrolled gold giant dragon might not cause much damage in another world, but in this world, it would create a force comparable to a nuclear weapon’s deployment.

"You’re threatening me, I will sue you! I will complain to the governments of France and America; this is terrorism!"

Townsend Williams was clearly a weak victor with a fa?ade of strength. He did not know what had happened that day, only that Lockheed could do nothing about it, and they had suffered great losses.

In fact, even France was unsure of what transpired on the scene. The first wave of attackers activated interference devices, causing all nearby city surveillance cameras to fail. Later, Gold Coin triggered an electromagnetic storm that destroyed all civilian and semi-military electronic devices within a two-kilometer radius, even frying personal laptops with the generated electric current.

If it had been decades ago, old electronic tube modules could have withstood some damage, but now, low-voltage, low-power high-precision components? Ha!

"Hah, think what you want. Sometimes, no reason is needed!"

Lin Mo shrugged, not caring at all about the other’s thoughts. What terrorism? What Lockheed did was no different from terrorism.

As the saying goes, "You don’t take action without receiving one." Lin Mo was shamelessly issuing a blatant threat; this was more effective than any scheme and more in line with the Dragon Knight’s habitual style of absolute power.

In another world, Dragon Knight was akin to a nuclear weapon—once deployed, there could be no reasoning; it was a fight to the finish.

Sometimes, he didn’t even need evidence, just like a country that decides to attack; there’s no need for excuses.

"Y-you…" Townsend Williams dared not resent him. Inside, he cursed those self-righteous bastards in his company. Look at what they had done; they not only failed to intimidate him, but now they were facing an open threat.

Townsend Williams didn’t doubt whether the other party could follow through. The hints from headquarters indicated that the guy before him was undoubtedly someone not to be trifled with.

Strike the snake and not kill the head, and it might bite back.

"Before the exhibition ends, give me an answer, or you won’t be going back."

Lin Mo planned to create an international uproar and cut off Lockheed Martin’s financial lifeline. Without orders, let’s see how they survive.

"Dragon Knight! Where have you gone? It’s almost your turn to fly."

Chen Haiqing heard from his subordinates that Lin Mo had vanished after changing into the "Dragon General" tactical armor, even his phone was unanswered. It was only now that he saw Lin Mo return.

"The flights this afternoon are canceled, and tomorrow’s as well!"

Lin Mo’s expression was blank.

"What’s wrong?"

Chen Haiqing was surprised to find that Lin Mo’s spirit had not been great the past few days; he seemed troubled.

"I’m not in a good mood!"

Chen Haiqing never expected that Lin Mo would give such an absurd reason. The best pilot director of National Defense Star actually went on strike. What a remarkable story!

"Ah…"

The pilot was in a bad mood. Well, this could be a reasonable and legal excuse to refuse to take off.

Other workers could be forced to work, but pilots were different.

Chen Haiqing frowned and said, "What about the flying performance this afternoon?"

This foodie and money lover couldn’t just say he had no motivation. He treated Lin Mo like royalty; which blind idiot offended this master?

"You go instead!" Lin Mo remained unfazed. He was sharpening his knives, ready to decide whether to braise Lockheed or steam it. As for the flying performance, hum, it wasn’t like he was a performer. With the exhibition being open to the public these days, he could manage to fool around a bit and still meet the expectations of the ordinary spectators.

Any pilot could do this job; at most, he could borrow two people from the August First team.

Chen Haiqing’s expression changed; he seemed to have guessed something. He turned and shouted toward the backstage, "Little Liu?! Liu Yunqing! Where the hell have you gone?"

"Hey, hey! Chairman Chen, what’s up?" Little Liu, a young man chatting with model beauties backstage, rushed over, bumping into things as he approached the Young Master Chen, nodding and bowing.

"Chairman Chen, what can I do for you?"

Little Liu sensed the anger in Chen Haiqing’s tone and acted like the most loyal sidekick, fearing that the master’s wrath might fall on him.

"Find out who made the ‘Dragon Knight’ angry in the last couple of days and get them to leave."

Lin Mo was not only the cash cow of National Defense Star but also a vast network in the aviation industry. By saying this, Chen Haiqing clearly placed Lin Mo in an extremely important position.

"Ah, no, no one made him angry."

Little Liu looked confused. What was happening?

"No one? Then why is he in a bad mood? He’s on strike; tell me, did you provoke him?"

"No, no, no! Absolutely not me."

Little Liu shook his head vigorously, inwardly lamenting his bad luck, still unable to escape the consequences.

"It has nothing to do with him!"

Lin Mo finally spoke up to defend the innocent Little Liu.

Little Liu gratefully glanced at Lin Mo, relieved that his job was saved.

"Good!" Chen Haiqing’s eyes darted around; looking at the beautiful models in front of the stage and backstage, he shouted, "Ladies, whoever can take down our ace pilot today will earn a reward of one hundred thousand euros! You can form groups to earn euros! This is a big fortune, he’s worth over a hundred million! In just a few days, he has already made 12.4 million dollars! Whoever befriends him will definitely land a wealthy and handsome partner, with a big house and luxury cars. He’s the young director of National Defense Star—a perfect bachelor. I’m revealing top-secret information: he’s single! There’s no risk of a mistress!"

At the exhibition, National Defense Star successfully secured an order for 31 J-11 fighter jets, and Lin Mo was due to earn a commission amounting to nearly 80 million yuan.

That meant Lin Mo had made enough money to buy one and a half J-8 fighters in just a few days! Perhaps when the exhibition ended, he could gather a J-8 squadron.

The girls resting backstage suddenly fell silent, while the beauties posing in front of the fighter jet froze in their work stance.

Their gazes, sharp as countless weapon-guiding lasers, locked onto Lin Mo, almost piercing him with intensity.

Green, envious eyes.

Lin Mo felt like he was staring into the eyes of a pack of hungry wolves.

He couldn’t help but shiver.

With a single punch, he could turn into dust, or be taken down like a rice sack. It seemed there had never been a precedent for the Dragon Knight profession to experience this.

"I’m off to work!"

A hero can’t fight off a pack of wolves; before the group of beauties aiming to land an affluent husband took action, Lin Mo stomped his foot, boom!

Instantly, he activated his escape method!

Crash!

Moments later, the J-11 took off with an incredible short runway dash, soaring into the sky as if taking off vertically against the strong wind, causing gasps from the onlookers below.

The J-11 seemed poised to showcase a miraculous skill. The exhibitors from various countries looked down on this, spinning tales of sour grapes, claiming luck had exploded for the lucky ones, who could exploit the appropriately strong winds of level six or above combined with the aircraft’s light weight when empty to use such a clever method, merely to fool the inexperienced.

Go ahead and try to take off armed; what’s the use of showing off an empty fighter jet?

The J-11’s usual takeoff posture had somehow turned into one filled with eager anticipation.

"Heh, I’m not worried you won’t comply!"

Young Master Chen smirked, resting his chin and scheming. You have your clever tricks, and I have my wall ladder; once I use the beauty ploy, it immediately shows effect.

…

On the seventh day of the exhibition, with only one hour remaining, the Paris-Le Bourget International Aerospace Exhibition was about to officially conclude.

Most orders had already been filled, and the aviation giants had cleared out the waters, leaving only a few hesitant small clients. The exhibitors had obtained their contact information for future follow-ups.

While scratching his nails, Lin Mo frequently cast unkind glances toward Lockheed Martin’s exhibition area.

The time was running out for the final ultimatum.

He had already planned to wipe out the entire Lockheed Martin team, and the gold giant dragon had also made the necessary preparations and strategies.

Anyone who underestimates the Dragon Knight would pay the price.

This was truly a difficult decision!

At 4:45 PM, a white man with panda eyes and a dispirited expression appeared in front of the National Defense Star’s exhibition area.