Chapter 683

Chapter 683: Achievements

"Number 13! Thank you!"

In response to Lin Mo’s radio call, Raccoon’s voice unexpectedly trembled, as if it wasn’t him who had shot down the opponent but rather Lin Mo.

His hands, gripping the cockpit, still shook. Raccoon felt like he had just been pulled from the water, his strength heavily drained, yet he gritted his teeth and persevered, filled with pride and joy.

Not only had he survived, but he had also found a glimmer of hope for his country’s troubled military aviation industry.

Lin Mo’s contribution was inseparable from this achievement; if the Chinese pilot hadn’t shot down that formidable UFO and managed to distract Balor during their duel, Raccoon’s Little Cutie, which was somewhat inferior to the MiG 1.44 in performance, would likely have met a similar fate—being shot down.

"Grab your gear! Let’s go!"

The fully armed Yasha shouted as the Flying Wolf rotorcraft, with its damaged external armor, roared to life, producing an increasingly deafening roar as it took off from the spacious concrete area of the hangar.

Behind it, several armed helicopters and large transport aircraft followed suit, forming a large fleet.

This was a major operation.

Such a grand assembly of forces was truly unprecedented in this "garbage collection" war.

The Flying Wolf rotorcraft wasn’t alone; the helicopters following were its comrades, and even a few soldiers from the Demon Hunter team were aboard one of them.

This was the only opportunity in the Abyss Nirvana event to gain technology and equipment without needing points or money, even damaged wreckage held significant value.

While front-line pilots fought fiercely, the ground team behind had already started intense negotiations for benefits.

With Lin Mo, Yuri, and other pilots forming a combat alliance, the powers behind them reached cooperation agreements seamlessly.

The benefits gained from partnership always far exceeded those of solo efforts, and this form of cooperation often aligned perfectly, whether in the government army or among the Anti-Government Forces.

The organizers of Abyss Nirvana did not prohibit small teams within the same camp from cooperating, as these spontaneous private alliances made the battles more engaging while also providing the organizers with extra income from betting fees.

Sometimes, ground battles became a focus for spectators, akin to ancient Roman gladiatorial arenas, where death and blood entertained the elite.

Even though modern society has reached a high level of civilization, humanity will never lack its darker sides, as these underground events often attract the bloodthirsty violent elements hidden beneath the masks of spectators.

This strong alliance guaranteed the Demon Hunter team’s near-certain success.

Chinese soldiers ranked at the pinnacle of individual combat ability globally, especially the formidable combat power displayed by the Chinese military forces sent out, earned enthusiastic welcomes from various ground teams and sponsors alike, even granting temporary command of all armed personnel to Yasha, dramatically increasing the combat power of their small alliance.

When Lin Mo and Raccoon returned to the ground, the two fighter jets that had participated in the same battle looked astonishingly different.

Raccoon’s Little Cutie bore many scars, paint chipped away, with deep black holes from cannon hits and terrifying lacerations; fragments from exploded missiles had penetrated the fuselage, and he could even pull off a few pieces that once belonged to missile casings.

Raccoon’s achievement in shooting down the MiG 1.44 piloted by the Russian pilot Balor was primarily due to sheer luck.

If he had encountered this Old Russian pilot in the novice tier, Raccoon’s fate would have likely been far more grim.

On the other hand, Lin Mo’s X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet appeared sleek and undamaged; its stealth coating and the titanium wire forming the Flowing Wave Heavenly Transformation Magic Circle were completely intact. It seemed as if it had just returned from a leisurely flight training rather than a fierce formation battle.

The X-1’s internal weapon bays still held one air-to-air missile each, which Lin Mo never had the chance to use. Instead, the Gauss electromagnetic cannon’s prowess shone through, outperforming even the short-range air-to-air missiles.

In dogfights against stealth fighters, missiles often performed poorly due to guidance issues, while simpler systems like cannons and Gauss electromagnetic cannons could effectively take out targets. Especially with the terminally guided electromagnetic shells offering great adjustments at range, hit rates improved significantly.

As Lin Mo and Raccoon approached the mission center to confirm their points earned, Yuri and others waiting in the mission hall welcomed them with great enthusiasm.

Each sortie was a battle of life and death, and each return signified a second chance at life.

"Raccoon, congratulations on still being alive! What kind of wicked deeds did you do to incur the wrath of the heavens, even making God not want to see you?"

Sweden’s black pilot often took the lead in the small teams, rushing over to give Raccoon a big bear hug before swiftly covering his nose, exclaiming, "Damn it, can’t you wash up before coming? That smell of sweat is terrible! Ugh, I need to change clothes right away."

“Spear” immediately retreated.

“Spear,” you bastard, can’t you say anything nice? Thank God I managed to take that guy down. Ha ha, let’s have a party tonight to celebrate!”

Raccoon paid no mind to the complaints and wiped off the sweat still pouring down, smoothly rubbing it onto the clothes of the black pilot, Spear, clearly suggesting this wasn’t the first time he had done so.

“Ah!”

Spear let out a high-pitched scream, springing back in shock and pointing at Raccoon, exclaiming in frustration, “Raccoon, you filthy guy! No wonder God won’t have you; the devil will surely take you. The flames of hell will burn you clean! My new clothes! I just bought them the day before yesterday; you owe me a new one!”

His face showed clear annoyance at having fallen for the trick yet again.

Quickly taking off his outer garment, covering his nose, Spear pinched the tips of the damp clothes that had touched Raccoon’s sweat and flung them away as if throwing out trash, clearly not wanting to wear them again.

However, Italian pilot Tank frowned and slapped this lively character, remarking, “Spear, if you could show a bit of tact, you wouldn’t be so disliked. Raccoon’s sweat was nothing; you’re just being petty.”

“Spear, you should really spread some honey on your lips. I want to give you a good punch! Shouldn’t you thank our Number 13? Belong and his UFO made my heart race! If I ran into that guy, I’d be a goner for sure. Thank God that John Bull isn’t a match for our Chinese boys.”

Tank truly let out a long sigh of relief in the end.

“You bastard, all you do is talk! Why don’t you buy me some honey? I want two gallons of it, or I’ll tell your bodyguard captain all about you sneaking peeks at your mechanic Bonnie while she bathes! Watch yourself! You want to hit me? I wouldn’t mind letting Raccoon take a couple of swings at you, but don’t get my new clothes dirty! I spent five hundred dollars on this outfit! Oh no, I’ll have to buy another one!”

This black pilot truly had a knack for banter; he should have been a talk show host, not a fighter pilot—his verbal skills were unbeatable.

Another hero awaited Spear’s congratulations, and the black pilot quickly turned his attention to Lin Mo, opening his arms with a smile and loudly saying, “Thank you, Number 13! You were absolutely amazing today! If you hadn’t taken down Belong, our Raccoon would likely be on his way to meet God.”

His reaction resembled that of a fan seeing a superstar.

“Thank you! It’s what I should do.”

Lin Mo stepped back calmly. Damn, this guy was not only a neat freak and fashionista but possibly had issues with his orientation as well.

If he weren’t on his side, Lin Mo would have kicked him far away by now.

Spear gave a puzzled look at the Chinese pilot’s reaction and awkwardly withdrew his arms.

He dared not approach Lin Mo for another embrace, knowing full well that this Chinese pilot’s bodyguard leader was a ruthless barbarian; even Yuri’s bodyguard captain had taken a beating from him.

Yuri, the temporary team leader, patted Lin Mo on the shoulder, saying, “Ha ha ha! You did great, taking down a tough character from the anti-government forces! The high-tier pilots should thank you for resolving a big problem for them. For those of us still climbing in the intermediate tier, this is a major relief!”

Facing the unknown trials of life and death, these pilots expressed their more intense emotions through exaggerated and enthusiastic words and actions.

This also showed a side of their fierce love for life amidst the brutal and cold realities of battle.

Because they were alive, they cherished every second of happiness with each breath.

In this formation battle, Lin Mo scored 330 points, while Raccoon earned 140 points.

Though their scores differed by nearly 200 points in the same battle, neither Lin Mo nor Raccoon raised any objections.