Chapter 561

Chapter 561: Battle Gear Frenzy

A Chinese scientist?

The Dragon Knight is no little sheep!

Eric Kumar was merely saying that to keep the two police officers from being too tense.

If anyone had witnessed the incident on Highway 10 just outside Los Angeles, no one would associate Lin Mo with a scientist researching airplanes.

The scene was a gruesome display of violence. Both attackers were dead on the spot, with no survivors.

Nobody could imagine that someone could rip a car door off with bare hands and then throw it as a weapon.

The terrifying cutting effect caused by immense momentum acting on the human body was more horrifying than being struck directly by a giant axe. It was the most brutal weapon the CIA agents had seen in their lives.

Thank God this guy hadn’t taken any actions harmful to the United States so far; otherwise, they wouldn’t know what means or equipment could stop him.

Perhaps this guy could throw cars like cannonballs; just thinking about it sent a chill down their spines.

"Alright, alright!"

The two police officers exchanged glances and finally put down their guns, returning the seized MK-23 handgun to CIA agent Eric Kumar.

American police officers have considerable authority at the scene; unlike Chinese officers, they don’t need to seek permission for every little thing—they can act independently.

“Thank you!”

Eric Kumar let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, these two officers were somewhat agreeable. He gestured to Lin Mo and said, “Mr. Lin, feel free. Our CIA agents will always provide you with protection in the shadows. Your safety is assured.”

After all, Lin Mo saved the lives of two agents. In a country that values human life above all else, the CIA held Lin Mo in high regard, which explained the scene of an agent stepping forward to help him.

As the two officers walked away and the other officers confirmed everything had returned to normal, Lin Mo said to Eric Kumar, “Thank you!”

If not for Eric Kumar’s presence, he wouldn’t have known how to deal with those two police officers.

“Here!” Eric Kumar handed the handgun back to Lin Mo with a smile, saying, “Don’t thank me; Loper and Uda will appreciate what you did.”

He rummaged through his pocket and handed Lin Mo a card.

Lin Mo took the gun and, glancing at the card, couldn’t help but be surprised.

It was a gun license. Aside from the photo and name being his, all other information belonged to an American citizen, and he had no idea when that photo was taken.

Although he knew it was fake, legally, this gun license was genuine.

However, for the CIA, no counterfeiter could make a better fake than the government could.

The CIA’s secret liaison offices in major cities had abundant resources like this. This gun license was likely prepared in advance; the paper and printing were all that of a genuine gun license. They simply added Lin Mo’s photo, name, and other information on the fly, which could all be verified as real.

To the CIA’s vast budget every year, such a small matter was insignificant, just like a drop in the ocean.

With this, Lin Mo wouldn’t have to worry about further police questioning.

“Thank you!”

Although the CIA acted unscrupulously by leaking Lin Mo’s outing, giving him a handgun at this critical moment was a huge favor. Not just any foreigner could openly carry a gun in a public place in America.

Experts from the CIA assessed that compared to the destruction Lin Mo could unleash, an MK-23 handgun’s lethality was utterly trivial, further solidifying Lin Mo’s role as a bodyguard infiltrating the expert group.

Eric Kumar smiled and watched Lin Mo enter the mall, then whispered into his earpiece, “Report to the Captain, I’m ‘Yuri.’ No anomalies detected for now; the target has entered the mall and is under surveillance.”

Before this, every ride Lin Mo took, whether hitching a ride or taking a taxi after entering the city, had been arranged by CIA agents. From beginning to end, even as he entered the mall, every move he made remained within the CIA’s radar detection.

One of the most powerful intelligence agencies in the world is not just a name.

The CIA’s strategy of "fishing with a long line" benefits Lin Mo by clearing his path while also ensuring that the bait is set right to reap the greatest rewards.

If everyone is dead and he is the only one left to pick up the pieces, who would believe that Americans are foolish with their money?

Inside and outside the mall, Lin Mo noticed a much higher police presence compared to other places.

Qi Fei must have mobilized all officers from a precinct to establish a security net with the capabilities of American police, which is certainly more reliable than the small-town officers back home.

This made Lin Mo breathe a sigh of relief.

“Dragon Knight!”

Lin Mo suddenly stopped and turned around sharply.

He saw two white men chasing after him, each holding a suitcase.

“Who are you?”

Lin Mo’s expression turned hostile, and strange crackling sounds erupted from his body as battle energy surged within him.

Once inside the mall, Lin Mo heightened his awareness of the pedestrians around him, perceiving every slight movement within a ten-meter radius. He even detected an agent shadowing him.

“……” One of the white men spoke a coded phrase, an encrypted signal that only trained individuals could understand.

“…You are… Moonlit Lotus?! Damn!”

Lin Mo included “China’s Foreign Affairs Department” in his unfinished thought. He never expected to encounter them here. He quickly exchanged a few encrypted phrases with them. They handed him a business card, revealing the logo of the Moonlit Lotus Design Center, which looked exactly like the one Qi Fei had given him.

When did Qi Fei hire foreign staff? That was impossible.

Damn fake ID dealers!

This was utterly blatant!

Not only was the American intelligence agency involved in counterfeiting, but so was China’s intelligence department.

These two intelligence personnel were using Moonlit Lotus as a cover to contact him.

“We have something to pass on to you!” One of the foreign affairs personnel tapped the large suitcase in their hands.

Lin Mo nodded while guessing what could be inside, saying, “Oh! Alright!”

It was truly bizarre for foreign affairs personnel to approach him with a suitcase. What was this?

When Lin Mo opened the two suitcases in the fitting room of a nearby shop, he was stunned by what he saw.

The shocking and startling sight.

It was the Dragon Guard Tactical Armor!

The foreign affairs department must have gone mad!

The higher-ups must have lost their minds too.

This singular thought raced through Lin Mo’s mind, confirming the identities of the two foreign affairs personnel; no one could fake something like this.

But how could such equipment appear in American territory without causing an uproar?

It wasn’t just the CIA watching; other forces had their eyes on this too. The emergence of such important combat gear here would be like leading sheep into a tiger’s den.

Qi Fei’s value probably didn’t match that of this digital tactical armor.

What did the higher-ups want? To divert the enemy’s attention, or are they preparing for war with the Americans?

The Dragon Knight felt perplexed.

Accustomed to battling in the air, Lin Mo struggled to understand the tactical thinking of ground operatives.

One of the two foreign affairs intelligence agents stood guard outside the fitting room while the other followed Lin Mo inside. Noticing Lin Mo’s expression, he said, “This is temporarily lent to you. The upper management activated a contingency plan to let you use this tactical armor. Besides ensuring your safety, we hope you can find it useful.”

The agent, named Andrew Lee, couldn’t help but feel envious. This was a treasure reserved for operatives on combat missions, and he didn’t expect it to be activated so quickly.

“……”

Upper management? They clearly considered Lin Mo’s military skills sufficient to use this special combat gear.

Perhaps, like the CIA, their goal was also to "fish with a long line."

However, the upper management likely intended for Lin Mo to help eliminate the entities coveting "Fenrir" alloy; otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent him this offensive equipment.

Lin Mo’s survival experiences in Afghanistan and his profile in the Night Special Forces proved that he was not only a formidable combat ace in the sky but also on the ground.

The Chinese intelligence department stationed in America was quite adept at using personnel efficiently, eliminating the need for adjustment.

"Isn’t this a bit too flashy?" Lin Mo frowned as he began to don the armor.

This "Dragon Guard" was different from his own "Dragon General" and the same model worn by the Night Special Forces soldiers. It appeared bulkier and more rugged, clearly designed for more attachments and suitable for more complex operational environments, a ground combat enhanced version.

As he donned the helmet, an automatic system self-check began, the moving cursor tracking Lin Mo’s pupils as it flickered constantly.

Henghai Defense’s digital tactical armor development stood at the forefront domestically, even at an international top level. Starting from its basic “Dragon Guard” model, it already rivaled America’s “Future Warrior.”

"The outside is like a cosplay event! No matter how exaggerated or eye-catching you look, it’s entirely normal."

Andrew Lee shrugged dismissively.

The upper management’s use of "Dragon Guard" wasn’t based on a single reason.

Today, this mall provided a natural cover for using the tactical armor.

With equipment from "Crysis" and "Halo" appearing here, a mysterious and unknown "Dragon Guard" would hardly raise any eyebrows.