Chapter 197
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Chapter 197: The "Giant Dragon" Radar on the Battlefield
“Hey! Talking to you is really dull; with your cluelessness, you probably don’t have a girlfriend, do you?” Wild Chicken shook his head in frustration.
“Quiet down, everyone. Come on, stay close! We’re leaving! Don’t fall behind! After we pass this alley, we’ll be at our destination,” the tour guide Hark Anyum pressed his horn to remind the excited Chinese pilots, giving a nod to the driver still on the bus.
Bearded Squad Leader nodded silently and discreetly pulled a pistol from under the steering wheel, quietly chambering the round. After sitting in the bus for a moment, he silently followed the group that had already entered the alley.
As he left, several shadowy figures appeared behind him.
“Huh?!” Lin Mo listened to the endless stories about cultural landmarks and historical anecdotes from Hark Anyum. Years of battling in a different world had given him a keen sense of danger, making him feel like someone was secretly watching them.
At that moment, Gold Coin suddenly spoke in his mind: “Lin Mo, there are armed people in front, behind, and even on the rooftops nearby. Their guns are already loaded.”
The gold giant dragon had an instinct for metal detection far superior to any metal detector. This wasn’t even a skill; it was the gold kin’s natural hunting instinct, something they could utilize directly if they chose to.
“What?” Lin Mo’s pupils narrowed. They were walking through an alley, blocked both in front and behind, which meant they had fallen into an ambush.
As air combat specialists, other pilots might not recognize the ground threats, but Lin Mo, skilled in ground battles as well, quickly understood that their lives were in danger.
That tour guide must be up to something; although he hadn’t activated the Light Mirror Technique, Lin Mo could sense the breathing of people nearby quickening and the slight sound of metal clanging from the guns.
Armed personnel were commonplace on the streets of Pakistan, but such a concentration of them in this unremarkable place signaled trouble.
“Wild Chicken, we’re surrounded! There are people behind us with guns ready to block our way!” Lin Mo subtly nudged the nearest pilot, Wild Chicken, as if by accident.
“Yeah!” Wild Chicken frowned but quickly composed himself. Being an experienced soldier, he feigned nonchalance as he nudged others, sharing Lin Mo’s words discreetly in a tone only they could hear.
Such a joke shouldn’t be taken lightly, but Lin Mo’s keen eyesight had definitely revealed something unusual, something the ambushers hadn’t anticipated.
Unconsciously, the pilots’ footsteps slowed as they exchanged glances, trying to devise a way to break out.
Though pilots weren’t special forces or spies, they had still undergone some specialized training related to such situations.
Meanwhile, Hark Anyum remained oblivious to the pilots’ subtle gestures and exchanged glances, continuing to count off and narrate stories cheerfully.
To the pilots’ ears, Hark Anyum’s words felt more like a countdown to doom, as they realized the alley was indeed an ideal spot for an ambush.
This alley was narrow and long; if even a single AK-47 were set up, escape would be impossible.
Lin Mo suddenly spotted a door in the wall of the alley—a stroke of luck. It also happened to be at a corner. He glanced at Wild Chicken. “When I break down the door, you all rush in together and hide for a bit; I’ll handle everything outside.”
“You?!” Wild Chicken’s eyes widened. They were completely unarmed; how could Lin Mo face so many armed thugs by himself?
While traveling, Lin Mo hadn’t worn his Kua Fu battle armor. His most reliable defense was absent. Did he really think he was invulnerable like a superhero?
“Trust me!” Lin Mo held a coin in his hand and, in front of Wild Chicken and the other pilots, pressed it with his fingers, deforming the coin.
Sizzle!
What immense strength!
“Night!” Lin Mo uttered the name that sent shivers through everyone.
To convince his comrades, Lin Mo had to reveal shocking news.
Night?!
Gasps echoed; ordinary people and standard soldiers might not grasp its meaning, but as ace pilots of the country’s elite combat forces, they knew some legends surrounding “Night.”
It was practically the lair of kings of soldiers; anyone who came out could rival any top-notch ace, with terrifying attacking prowess. The survival rate for missions was the lowest of all special forces. When orders to deploy “Night” were given, it was a kill command.
This little brother!
The senior brother "Wild Chicken," who also came from the Chicken Coop, couldn’t contain his astonishment; it was simply unbelievable.
The others exchanged glances, casually pretending to chat while quietly nodding in agreement with Lin Mo’s plan. Although they were uncertain about how Lin Mo would deal with the thugs, now was not the time for detailed explanations.
“Seven, six, five, four…” The tour guide Hark Anyum, who could rival an Oscar-winning actor, silently counted down in his mind. They were almost at the designated spot, the place where the wall exposed a cross-like brick shape. He even caught a glimpse of the armed militants in the corner signaling to each other.
As soon as he threw himself to the ground, eight armed militants with AK-47s positioned in front, behind, and on the rooftops of nearby buildings would unleash a fierce barrage of fire, targeting the pilots standing behind Hark Anyum.
The dense hail of bullets would mercilessly shred everything in its path.
Just as he was about to count down to "three," a sudden turn of events occurred!
Bang! Wood splintered and exploded into a cloud of dust.
Lin Mo’s figure suddenly shot forward like a shadow, disappearing in the blink of an eye. The thick wooden door of the narrow alley crumbled before the terrifying strength of the Dragon Knight, shattering into countless fragments.
Almost simultaneously, as if they had rehearsed it countless times, "Wild Chicken," "Meat Sauce," "Caviar," and the others, who had been joking moments ago, lined up in order and rushed through the wooden door that Lin Mo had just broken open.
Discipline! Order!
This was the biggest difference between soldiers and civilians.
The solid walls of the alley could withstand grenade attacks, while the complex building structures inside would allow the pilots to swiftly organize counterattacks.
Knowing how to escape after ditching the aircraft and use various available items to fight back and protect their lives was a necessary lesson for every pilot. In some ways, pilots could be more terrifying than elite special forces.
This was why, since the establishment of air forces around the world, pilots had been one of the hardest troops to capture in wars.
Don’t think pilots are only difficult to deal with in the air; they are just as challenging on the ground.
And Lin Mo created a favorable environment even in a desperate situation.
Tat-tat-tat!
The crisp sound of the AK-47 echoed as the armed militants, initially shocked and ready to fire, reacted instinctively by pulling the trigger.
Flames of fire lashed out at every corner of the alley, but the solid adobe walls held strong against the locust-like bullets.
A shadow moved with incredible speed, bouncing off the walls of the alley and darting toward the nearest armed thug.
“Gold Coin, shield!” Lin Mo shouted, waving his hand as a shield taller than a person appeared in front of him.
The nearby militants didn’t see the terrifying scene because their view was blocked by the buildings.
One thug occupying a rooftop suddenly saw someone jump up from the alley. Was that even a person? As he managed to aim, he was taken aback to find a beautifully crafted, artistic shield appearing before Lin Mo.
What was this?! Where did it come from?
Before he could think further, he pulled the trigger, releasing a fierce volley of bullets, yet they vanished without a trace against the shield.
God Allah in heaven!
What was this? A divine weapon?
The thug barely had time to ask a second “why” when the shield rushed towards him in an instant. Following that, he felt a sudden lightness in his hand as the AK-47 slipped away, while the assailant swiftly removed the magazine from his weapon.
As the thug let out a terrified scream, he realized, shockingly, that he was now airborne, having been thrown out of the alley.
Ten meters of height approached in an instant.
With a dull thud, the heavy sound of a body hitting the ground echoed through the alley, silencing the thug’s screams.
With a gun in hand, Lin Mo felt much more confident. Although he could let Gold Coin evolve into various weapons, even firearms, it was difficult to evade subsequent investigations. Lin Mo chose to rely on himself instead.
He changed the magazine and switched to single-shot mode.
Lin Mo aimed and fired three shots at tour guide Hark Anyum, expressing his intention not to let this guy off the hook for trying to deceive them.
One shot knocked the handgun from Hark Anyum’s grasp, while the other two shattered his knees.
Lin Mo also spotted the bus driver lurking in the alley behind, directly firing two shots that also destroyed the driver’s knees.
Puff puff puff!
A volley of bullets flew toward Lin Mo, prompting him to duck behind a low wall on the rooftop.
The gold giant dragon became Lin Mo’s battlefield radar, constantly monitoring nearby enemies. As long as they wielded metallic weapons, they could not escape Gold Coin’s perception.
Several militants continued to fire at Lin Mo’s position, while others approached the alley, planning a strong assault.
