Chapter 555

Chapter 555: Chaos and Reasoning

Mitch Friedman, the head of Lockheed Operations, sat anxiously in a business vehicle outside the hotel, frustrated as he puffed on his cigar. Despite having “Mitch” in his name, he lacked the luck of Mickey Mouse.

Although he had obtained permission, he searched the entire hotel but found nothing. Even the robotic dog failed to uncover any clues, indicating that the other side had been well-prepared and was extremely cunning.

“Mitch Friedman! There’s new information!”

“What’s the situation?”

As if sensing something unusual, Mitch Friedman widened his eyes.

“The ‘Dragon Knight’ has come out and is headed to Los Angeles!”

One of the agents reported this, relaying information just shared from the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA).

That block of gold worth ten thousand dollars had proven to be more valuable than its original worth.

“Good job, Abik! I knew it! This guy must be against Lockheed. He has a record, and sure enough, it’s him.”

Mitch Friedman felt like Sherlock Holmes, piecing everything together.

There is only one truth, and he was certain it was him. Only this person possessed the ability to do this—not just a pilot, but also someone with a grudge against Lockheed. This was revenge; what a despicable fellow.

At the Boeing sixth-generation fighter demonstration, Lin Mo remained unaware that he was being set up by White Wolf. As various parties gathered, the situation became chaotic, exceeding everyone’s imagination. Not only had countless clues vanished without a trace, but there was also a tendency toward disorder.

“Mitch Friedman! What should we do? The CIA doesn’t plan to assist us and intends to send him to Los Angeles for some cosplay event.”

So far, Lockheed still held reservations about the American government and military; the nature of the “Fenrir” alloy was simply too critical, and they needed to be wary of greed from the government and military.

If they truly believed in the law, Coca-Cola Company wouldn’t still be denying patenting their formula, but instead kept it strictly locked away in a safe.

“A damn cosplay event? Hmph, an excuse! Arrange for personnel to follow him; find a way to distract the agents around him and get that item back. There’s a Chinese consulate in Los Angeles; we cannot let him get the ‘Fenrir’ inside the consulate, or we’re done for.”

Mitch Friedman felt satisfied with his reasoning skills, convinced he had transformed into the great detective Sherlock Holmes, solidifying his suspicions.

…

What a remarkably composed fellow, daring to go out at a time like this. Didn’t he worry about raising suspicion? If it were him, he would be careful and blend into the crowd, not act so conspicuously.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Loper Stark glanced at Lin Mo in the back seat through the rearview mirror, muttering to himself.

This guy had no sense of caution at all; didn’t he realize that going out now could be dangerous?

“We’ll arrive in fifteen minutes.”

Uda Gates looked at the highway signs; after several hours of driving at high speed, the sky began to brighten.

“Okay, hey, Lin, we’re almost there,” Loper Stark called out.

Lin Mo, who had been resting his eyes, opened them and nodded, looking at the address on the note in his hand. Although he disliked the CIA, they seemed quite enthusiastic.

The unflappable Dragon Knight was completely unaware that he had become a suspect for Boeing and Lockheed. He didn’t care about anything else.

Whether in another world or this one, Lin Mo had long been accustomed to focusing solely on fighting with all his might, leaving everything else to the logistics staff, completely unbothered about the details.

Uda Gates curiously asked, “Are you really participating in a cosplay event? You’re an expert in aircraft studies!”

The two CIA agents certainly couldn’t understand why a fighter jet expert would have such a hobby. Shouldn’t Chinese researchers be serious and focused only on research? Even if they had some hobbies, they should be playing various sports, practicing calligraphy, or enjoying traditional pastimes like chess.

Cosplay, a forward-thinking fashion activity, seemed entirely unrelated to a scientist.

“It’s a personal hobby!”

Lin Mo knew that playing with cosplay was also a way to disguise his true identity. Compared to his combat profession in this world, being a Dragon Knight in another world was the secret Lin Mo guarded closely.

This secret was known to only one individual in this world besides Lin Mo—ah, a gold giant dragon that belonged to a mercenary contract, and it was limited to this world.

If Lin Mo were in his original world, humans were no different from ants in the eyes of dragon kin. Could humans hire a giant dragon? Don’t be ridiculous; that was impossible. Dragon kin usually got what they wanted through theft, and exchanges only happened within their own kind.

“What a strange hobby!” Uda Gates shook his head, struggling to understand. He turned to his partner, who was driving the vehicle. “Hey, Loper, what do you want to eat later? I know a place in Los Angeles that has the best hot dogs. The sausage is specially made, packed with meat and grease, and topped with rich cheese and spices. Oh! The taste is unforgettable. Lin, you should—oh no! God…”

Just as Uda Gates turned pale with fear, the vehicle suddenly flipped with a loud bang, and the inside felt like it was spinning as a searing wave of heat rushed in.

Just a moment ago, Uda Gates had wanted to ask Lin Mo if he wanted a delicious hot dog when, out of nowhere, a white smoke shot toward them from the roadside.

The white smoke struck the hood, and a fireball erupted, accompanied by a strong shockwave from the explosion that shattered the sturdy windshield into countless shards.

The bulletproof glass could withstand continuous fire from light weapons but could not resist the residual force from a rocket bomb.

As the rocket bomb hit the engine, the vehicle lost power instantly. However, the momentum did not fade and sent the vehicle tumbling along Highway 10.

It rolled over three and a half times and spun two and a half more times, a difficulty level of 9.5.

Incredible force battered the vehicle, severely damaging its structure.

What was once a shiny new vehicle rolled into a heap of wreckage in the blink of an eye—paint peeled, metal crumpled, and shards of glass littered the ground.

It was clear that a Cybertronian had no chance of placing in a gymnastics competition, not even qualifying for the preliminaries—no chance at all.

Lin Mo finally pushed open the deformed car door, looking dirty and frustrated.

This guy had finally been attacked and looked unusually disheveled. If the brothers of Night saw him, they would definitely tease him, saying he was not a part of their team, questioning how a king of soldiers faced danger in such a disorderly manner.

Fortunately, he was uninjured. His skin had not been broken, and his clothes were intact. The seatbelt had protected him; otherwise, he would likely be thrown out of the car and lying by the roadside.

American traffic safety laws were strict. It was easy to get a driver’s license, but driving was tough. Even thieves fleeing from police knew to buckle their seatbelts before hitting the gas.

The Dragon Knight had not received training for car collisions, and although the seatbelt offered protection, he couldn’t avoid feeling disoriented.

Bang, bang, bang, a series of explosions echoed in the distance.

Sparks erupted from the back of the vehicle.

Someone was shooting at him, and without hesitation, Lin Mo turned and dove behind the vehicle.

“What a bunch of annoying guys.”

Lin Mo was baffled by the sudden attack. Did Lockheed tear up the ceasefire agreement and plan to take him down?

But those two CIA agents involved were not to be trifled with. If Lockheed crossed the CIA, the outcome was easy to predict.

The two agents inside the vehicle remained still. Perhaps they had lost consciousness during the crash or were unlucky enough to have died. Lin Mo could not rely on these two CIA guys and had to depend on himself.

It was still early morning, and there were not many vehicles on the highway. Only an occasional car passed by. The enemy had clearly chosen the route and timing carefully.

He reached out for the other side of the car door, and with a loud creak, the locking mechanism simply couldn’t withstand the Dragon Knight’s strength; it tore off like paper.

Aiming at the source of the gunfire, Lin Mo threw the ripped-off car door like a frisbee.

Boom!

A scream erupted from the bushes by the roadside, and the gunfire abruptly ceased.

Lin Mo did not rush to investigate but continued to rip off another car door and threw it out again.

Without a gun or any other weapons, and with the gold giant dragon absent, he could only use anything he could find as a weapon to retaliate.

There was a long period of silence from the bushes.

The flames outside grew larger and began to spread toward the vehicle, and the smoke inside thickened.

Glancing at the two unconscious agents inside the vehicle, Lin Mo bent down, unbuckled their seatbelts, and dragged them both out, tossing them by the roadside.

If he just watched them die without helping, it would likely bring him some unnecessary trouble.

Just moments after pulling the two agents from the nearly destroyed vehicle, it quickly became engulfed in roaring flames.

Grabbing one of the agent’s earpieces, Lin Mo reported the attack to the CIA and awaited reinforcements, then he began walking toward the attackers’ position by the roadside.

He wanted to see who dared to provoke both China and America at the same time.