Chapter 153
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Chapter 153: Good Luck Today, The Americans Treat Us to Planes
In just a moment, the gold giant dragon’s metallic senses had analyzed all the parts and functions of the entire engine.
Like chewing sugar cane, Gold Coin quickly gathered its share, and now it was time to work after receiving its reward. Under Lin Mo’s direction, Gold Coin collected all the spare parts and materials Lin Mo needed and began to feast again.
It gnawed for a solid half an hour, extracting even the metallic elements from the metal floor, leaving many walls and columns exposed in gray-white concrete. They were shaky, weakened substantially after the steel reinforcement was extracted.
Gold Coin packed several large boxes, securing everything Lin Mo needed, and collected some necessary ammunition before starting to break through the ground.
Rather than saying it was drilling through, it was more like eating through; thick steel plates simply dissolved away without a sound.
Lin Mo then took out the gold giant dragon’s special plugin module called "Spark."
Then came a loud rumble, shaking everything above and below ground. The gold giant dragon burst up from the earth, carrying a massive metal container, quickly transforming into a cargo truck inside the warehouse, and sped away with Lin Mo toward the distance.
Although a long passage stretched toward the larger main base in the Mibatong range not far ahead, Lin Mo had no interest in further exploration. Bases with such high secrecy presented too many unpredictable dangers. Knowing when to stop was the first principle.
Lin Mo fully believed a group of soldiers wearing "Future Warrior" exoskeleton armor could easily overwhelm him with sheer numbers, just like during the war between the Texi Empire and the Su Lan Empire. When troop numbers reached a certain level, the huge difference in combat prowess could be disregarded.
If he truly angered these Americans, it would lead to a no-exit situation. Lin Mo was unaware that his bounty was enough to drive those Americans completely crazy.
The massive explosion and shockwave startled countless individuals. A large pit suddenly erupted in the African savanna, billowing smoke and flames. The scorching heat ignited the grassland, intensifying the fire. Countless wild animals fled in panic, unable to choose their paths, and the weak were helplessly consumed by the flames, becoming mere sparks in the inferno.
“Good luck today,
The Americans treat us to planes.
I won’t answer the phone,
What good does it do to call?
What good does it do to call?”
A pure black container truck sped across the savanna at an abnormal high speed, covered by the night. Under only faint starlight, it ignored any need for headlights, maintaining its speed completely, effortlessly maneuvering around any obstacles, even small low shrubs which it completely disregarded, crushing them under its flexible metallic wheels. The gold giant dragon’s Void Magnetism ability supported the truck, allowing it to cross over landmines without detonating, and it ignored various pressure-sensitive devices.
Even sharp stones and thorns posed no threat to the vehicle.
Inside the pure black container truck’s cabin, Lin Mo wore a grin, singing absurd songs and slapping the steering wheel in joy. It was a big haul—today was absolutely fruitful.
As for the unfortunate Americans, he didn’t care. At this moment, Lin Mo was in high spirits and had no mind for how those unfortunate souls would react.
Building his aerial weapon brought him one step closer to his goal. Lin Mo was completely oblivious to the shocking nature of his actions. Creating the strongest fighter jet for himself was something even professionals wouldn’t dare to imagine, let alone ordinary people. Not counting the investment needed, just the myriad of parts, the intricately detailed designs, and the headaches of maintenance made the challenge unimaginable.
Gold Coin evolved the black container truck and required no input from Lin Mo; even with the steering wheel spinning wildly, the truck drove straight. There was no need for Lin Mo to worry. The Void Magnetism negated the heavy cargo weight, and the truck sped westward at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour.
In a short time, it left behind the area densely packed with various sensors. Even if it was detected, it wouldn’t matter—at most, it would only capture a shadow. After moving two hundred kilometers west, the truck directly shifted south.
On the way, it changed shape and color three to four times. Lin Mo had confirmed that unless someone had buried a signal transmitter inside, no cutting-edge technological device could identify them. Besides, he was already on the official road of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, blending into the vehicles around him; a red container truck was hardly noticeable among the passing convoys.
This place was nothing like home, where checks were strict. In this small African country, there wasn’t even a reliable landline communication system; they relied entirely on satellites and ground stations for communication, which significantly reduced the intensity of searches. Lin Mo confidently drove back with his spoils.
Thanks to the American secret base, Gold Coin, having eaten to its heart’s content, was finally willing to help Lin Mo as a transport vehicle.
Lin Mo had noticed a number of roadblocks cropping up on the roads of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, indicating that the Americans had mobilized. It seemed they wouldn’t simply swallow this defeat and move on without taking action. They had clearly calculated what had been lost from the storage rooms, but unexpectedly, most of it had gone into the gold giant dragon’s belly, while Lin Mo only took a small portion. Notably, major checkpoints, railways, and airports had become strict targets for inspection.
Ordinary people were completely unaware of the inexplicable blockades and had no idea that a powerful nation was operating in the shadows.
However, Lin Mo’s reaction time was faster. Sometimes to avoid checkpoints, he had Gold Coin utilize its Void Magnetism ability to lift the truck, crossing mountains and waterways at night to evade one interception point after another, hiding from suspicious people, and avoiding satellite scans overhead. The tightly sealed container truck meant that even if the Americans had left a backup plan, they wouldn’t be able to send a signal.
The truck didn’t continually head south; it kept changing direction. When they arrived in the major city of Likasi in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Lin Mo quietly swapped it for a real large truck, while the container remained as Gold Coin’s evolved form.
Under the cover of night, Gold Coin lifted the truck over the barbed wire border fence, enabling Lin Mo to return safely to Zambia. Even the Americans were powerless against them. Moreover, the actions of one person and one dragon completely shattered conventional understanding. No matter how this secret base’s intelligence analysts calculated, they couldn’t explain Lin Mo’s rapid movement and changing exterior, nor could they explain it scientifically.
As Lin Mo returned after three days of disappearance, the individuals at the Lusaka Air Force Base were in a state of panic, eagerly awaiting feedback on search results from the government of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, their faces pale with anxiety. Suddenly, Lin Mo swaggered back to the base.
Everything seemed completely unexpected, and there was a room full of broken glasses.
Just a minute earlier, the search team sent by the Democratic Republic of the Congo government had discovered only an ejector seat and some torn parachute fabric and lines. It was likely that even Lin Mo didn’t realize that the location where the search team found the ejector seat was over a hundred kilometers away from the actual landing point.
In the wild, dangers from snakes, beasts, and parasites, as well as unimaginable threats, made even the locals extremely cautious, fearful of getting caught by the brutal laws of nature.
Lin Mo returned safely, causing everyone to breathe a sigh of relief. However, the information he reported to the head of the instructor group, Major Huang De, made him draw in a sharp breath.
Lin Mo was vague in his report, not detailing everything he experienced. After all, this matter was of great importance and could have immense repercussions. When a high-ranking military officer from the embassy finally arrived, Lin Mo revealed everything, of course, weaving a story worthy of a novel—regardless of how it was spun, just hearing about the F-22 engines was fantastical enough.
No one had been to the scene to know how those large boxes got onto the truck or how they drove away. They could only assume that the Americans had loaded the truck, and Lin Mo had happened to pass by, overturned the guards, and seized the opportunity to drive away. Perhaps they could only understand it as a 007-style operation.
Despite that, the explosive information made the embassy’s intelligence officer break into a cold sweat. He didn’t even bother to ask Lin Mo for the keys to the container truck. Instead, he immediately arranged for personnel to swiftly dismantle and transfer everything Lin Mo had brought back. They couldn’t risk leaving anything in hand; it might even lead to the deployment of a covert response team.
At 5:45 a.m. on May 8, 1999, Beijing time, the so-called "accidental bombing" of the Chinese embassy in the former Yugoslavia occurred, precisely because there were secretly stored pieces of a F-117 Nighthawk navigation device, stealth-coated skeletal remains, and high-temperature resistant engine nozzle components in the embassy’s basement. Although they suffered a bombing, they were preserved and sent back to the country in time.
Though there were personnel casualties, China’s research progress on stealth materials accelerated by ten years. This covert struggle had never ceased. Both China and the U.S. were always tacit in their understanding of these silent conflicts, masking the truth with false appearances. Many matters could not see the light of day. Once exposed, it would lead to a relentless war, with only those privy to the high-ranking officials of each side deliberately maintaining the struggle within certain boundaries.
What Lin Mo brought back was simply terrifying—heavier than what was recovered from the former Yugoslavia. Not only were there complete engines and maintenance parts for the F-22, but also the full suite of "Future Warrior" exoskeleton armor. If caution weren’t exercised, large-scale unrest could erupt among African nations. The value of this equipment’s engines lay not in production costs but in the technological and material value they represented.
If the intelligence officer knew Lin Mo only took back six engines, while feeding six others directly to Gold Coin, he would likely faint on the spot, overwhelmed by the sheer audacity of such wastefulness.
Although Lin Mo insisted on returning two engines for himself, this made the intelligence officer’s expression quite peculiar. The two F119-PW-100 thrust vectoring engines were neither edible nor easily sellable; keeping them occupied space without any personal value. Did he plan to install them on Lin Mo’s J-10?!
