Chapter 541

Chapter 541: Miranda Rules

“You shouldn’t have done that!”

A man on the sofa in the lobby put down the newspaper and strode toward Lin Mo.

“You shouldn’t either!”

Lin Mo smiled with a hint of meaning, clearly implying that the man was in cahoots with the staff member who attempted to plant an unknown substance on Professor Yan.

Professor Yan’s expression darkened immediately; he knew the Americans had bad intentions. The agents around them were everywhere. He glanced nervously around, wondering how many more agents were hiding nearby—perhaps a dozen or even hundreds, or maybe the whole hotel was compromised.

To manage better, Boeing had arranged for various expert groups to stay in four adjacent five-star hotels in Las Vegas, the gambling capital where nine of the world’s ten largest resorts are located, meaning there was never a shortage of high-end luxury hotels.

“You, don’t do anything reckless!”

The man took a few steps back, his hand subtly moving toward his back where a handgun was concealed right above his waistband, ready to be drawn quickly.

“I said it before, agents have no rights!”

Lin Mo said dismissively.

Before the man could even touch his gun, he spun around, realizing too late what was happening as he found himself collapsing into a pile of chairs in the lounge, lying next to the staff member.

Every move and action was captured by the Dragon Knight. According to the agreement with the gold giant dragon, any guns within a 100-meter radius of Lin Mo would alert him.

The staff member coughed loudly, clearly just catching his breath, and, like the man, felt too weak to move.

“You shouldn’t have done that!”

Professor Yan shot a look of reproach at Lin Mo. After all, the man was still an agent, not an assassin.

“I believe they pose a threat to us, teacher. You underestimate them.”

As a member of the military operations unit, Lin Mo knew how terrifying specialized personnel could be. You might not even notice they were by your side, stealthily gathering information you didn’t even know you had. There would be no secrets; they could even leave you unaware of how you would die.

Fate was not in your hands.

“Fine! Just don’t follow us. I don’t want to see you again!”

Professor Yan’s expression turned cold; he trusted his apprentice more than those American agents. Having this powerful disciple nearby sometimes felt like a shield.

“You’re violating human rights; you have no evidence! I will sue you! Until then, you won’t leave America.”

The man glanced at the staff member beside him, struggling to sit up as a hint of threat seeped into his tone.

That was likely their true intention—perhaps they planned to indefinitely detain Professor Yan and the others under the guise of an investigation. According to American lawyers and their laws, they had countless ways to drag this out.

“Not if you don’t have the ability!”

Lin Mo said coolly, as cracks rapidly spread from beneath his feet, creating a rumble that echoed throughout the granite floor, as if thousands of tons of weight pressed down on it.

The Dragon Knight was not afraid to teach this coward a lesson he would never forget.

“You, you…”

Instead of being intimidated, the man only became more brazen in his threats, clearly unfazed by Lin Mo’s warning. He stammered in frustration, unable to even finish his sentence.

The intel was wrong; this guy wasn’t just some aviation expert but a bodyguard placed within the team. He had never heard that scientists possessed such formidable combat skills. What kind of monster was this?

“Hey! Need proof? Well, I just happened to record that, Mr. Agent!”

Shenyang Aircraft Corporation engineer Qiu Zhengjun approached, waving a DV camera in his hand, which had 60x optical zoom and 1080P high-definition clarity, enough to capture the staff member’s sneaky actions from earlier.

While Qiu tested his DV camera in the hotel lobby, he accidentally captured the subtle movements of the staff member passing by Professor Yan. He had not been posing for a serious recording, so no one noticed that his camera was working.

Damn!

The man’s face turned ashen, while the staff member looked pale; their thoughts were completely different.

“What’s going on?!”

Chinese embassy military officer Major Mo and Lieutenant Zuo approached. They led a team of over ten people, responsible for the safety of the Chinese aviation experts, and saw Lin Mo arguing with the American.

“It’s over!” Just as the man contemplated ways to take the DV camera from Qiu to destroy the evidence, the arrival of the embassy officers shattered his plans.

The embassy military officers were almost like armed agents; once the camera fell into their hands, there was no way to get it back.

“Hey hey!” Qiu stood firmly by Lin Mo’s side. He pulled out the data storage card from the camera and handed it to Major Mo, saying, “I just recorded that agent impersonating a staff member planting a mini device on Professor Yan. Luckily, Professor Yan’s student noticed and stopped the staff member, catching him in the act. This gentleman is also an agent and is boasting about detaining all of us. Hmph, such arrogance! I forgot to mention, my DV camera hasn’t been turned off this whole time, and everything this agent said has been recorded. You have the right to remain silent; everything you say will be used as evidence in court. But don’t worry, you won’t need to hire a lawyer; your superiors will take care of that.”

The man’s face darkened instantly. Clever Chinese! He attempted to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice.

What the man had said was derived from the classic Miranda Warning, established by the Supreme Court of the United States in 1966.

To his surprise, Qiu Zhengjun, an engineer specializing in research and development, had learned on the spot and slapped the Americans’ own face with their words.

This made the American intelligence department feel a sense of embarrassment, like they shot themselves in the foot. The U.S. legal system wouldn’t let their intelligence department’s mistakes fade away easily.

Unless authorized by the president, if the Chinese pressed the issue, this lawsuit would definitely not go away.

“Hey hey! Gentlemen agents, come on, let’s have a coffee together!”

The two military officers from the Chinese embassy scoffed; how could they let the other side go without a proper “reward” for hitting a nerve? It wouldn’t be fair to the taxpayers.

Major Mo took the high-speed SD card and placed it in a special dense metal box. No high-power electromagnetic pulse or nuclear radiation could penetrate this box and destroy the data inside.

He and Lieutenant Zuo had been checking rooms and looking for various spy devices that should not be present among experts. Now, someone had walked right into their trap.

“Take these two back with us! We need to have a good chat!”

Major Mo quietly nodded toward a corner of the lobby and, along with Lieutenant Zuo, grabbed the two unlucky men and dragged them away like they were Little Chicken chicks.

Such important items as data storage cards couldn’t be kept for long; they would soon be transferred and copied into countless duplicates until the Americans couldn’t get rid of them.

“I never expected this, I never expected this, I never expected this!” Professor Yan exclaimed three “I never expected” in a row, watching the two agents being taken away as if he was sending off a plague god.

The subsequent events would involve intergovernmental buck-passing and verbal sparring, which was typical behavior for shameless politicians, and Professor Yan and his group had no need to worry.

“That was close; agents really are everywhere!” Qiu pulled another storage card from his pocket and inserted it back into the DV camera. Clearly, he had backup; he had come to America prepared.

“Let’s go for a walk! It’s really stifling in this den of agents!” The thought of all those agents made Professor Yan feel uneasy.

“Why don’t we hit the casino and lift our spirits a bit?” Qiu pulled out a handful of green bills, eager to try his luck. It seemed this guy was not just prepared but also had ulterior motives.

“Uh, okay! A little gambling might be fun!”

Professor Yan was stunned by Qiu’s unusual suggestion and remembered that they were in a world-famous gambling city, a real money pit.

“I didn’t bring any cash!”

Lin Mo planned to accompany Professor Yan to avoid any unruly agents bothering them. He had little experience with gambling; his biggest betting experience was during the duels at the Dragon Knight training camp.

“Take this! If you lose, it’s all yours; if you win, it’s also yours.”

Qiu handed Lin Mo the cash as a crowd of gambling friends surrounded them, eager to team up for some casino fun.

…

At that moment, a shadow swiftly crossed the border between California and Nevada.

“We’re gonna die! We’re dead for sure!”

White Wolf screamed as he piloted the sparking “Flying Wolf.” One side of the cabin door blew out from a missile explosion, and the aircraft wobbled, heading east. The engine output was pushed to maximum, even exceeding its theoretical limits, leaving no redundancy.

He knew the “Flying Wolf” was beyond saving, but he could not let it fall into American hands.

Designed to only defend against light weapon attacks, the “Flying Wolf” used a lot of non-metal composite materials and had a stealth coating, making it hard for ground military radar to detect it. Even if it was spotted, it would appear about the size of a night bird and easily filtered out.

However, the infrared signature from the two small jet engines on the top of the aircraft was tightly tracked by the infrared systems and night vision goggles on the AH-56 "Cheyenne" armed helicopter following behind.