Chapter 213
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Chapter 213: What Do You Understand?
After more than ten minutes, the pale-faced Chen Haiqing and the complicated-looking Professor Yan watched as Lin Mo emerged from the cockpit, a look of unfulfilled excitement on his face.
Surrounding them were many staff members. Just a moment ago, the server cabinets responsible for the simulations were nearly at maximum capacity, and the monitoring system was continually sending out alarms. Several large screens next to the simulator displayed the simulated area, showcasing Lin Mo’s flying status from various angles with realistic effects.
However, after Lin Mo selected war mode, the overwhelming intensity of his aerial combat skills was hard to believe. At first, he used bizarre maneuvers to find opportunities for lethal strikes, and then he unleashed overwhelming firepower, fully exploiting the advantages of the X-1.
"I finally understand, I finally understand!" Chen Haiqing stared intensely at Lin Mo, muttering to himself.
"I understand too." Professor Yan exchanged glances with Chen Haiqing. Although they were saying the same thing, there was a deeper implication: this top disciple was extraordinary. From the looks of it, he must be an ace pilot. Even if he wasn’t, shooting down eight highly capable fighter jets in the simulator was an impressive achievement.
It’s important to note that the enemy aircraft controlled by the computer system wouldn’t experience emotional fluctuations like humans and wouldn’t make mistakes. They were cold, precise killers executing tactical movements at the right moment.
"What do you understand?" Lin Mo looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression, confused by their mysterious remarks.
"I finally understand why you need to create a ‘monstrous’ fighter!" Chen Haiqing’s gaze toward Lin Mo was as if he were seeing a human-shaped diamond, a treasure, greed shining in his eyes.
"Current fighter jets, even fifth-generation ones, might not be enough for your needs. You need better and stronger aircraft to show your true potential! I see! Even the F-35 series can’t bring out your full combat strength—you were practically born to be an ace for air combat!" Professor Yan continued Chen Haiqing’s thought, his understanding growing clearer. Such crazy maneuvers would even overwhelm the J-10.
Typically, pilots adapt to fighter jets, but it is rare for fighter jets to struggle to adapt to pilots.
Perhaps only those super experimental machines buried in past studies could match Lin Mo. However, those were monsters ordinary pilots could not handle.
The stunning moments in the simulated aerial combat were clear enough, even for a fool to see what kind of ace pilot Lin Mo truly was. His extraordinary spatial awareness, bizarre tactical arrangements, and impossible maneuvers made it feel like he toyed with the enemy planes effortlessly.
This guy should definitely spend more time on the battlefield; if a third world war were to occur, he would undoubtedly become a nightmare that the enemies couldn’t shake off.
Chen Haiqing once again confirmed how frighteningly fast Lin Mo was growing. It hadn’t been long; he could even apply to the Guinness World Records.
According to rumors, his superiors sent him to Bastan for over two months of real combat training; it was undoubtedly a brilliant decision. Without this war, this ace would never have been unearthed.
Just the counter-terrorism operations and aerial patrols would mean no ordinary pilot could do better than Lin Mo.
He was just as much a "monstrous" ace as the fighter jets he was helping to create!
Indeed, they were a pair of "monstrous" talents.
The only pity was that due to cost and the flying lifespan, the country could not simply fund Lin Mo to build a dedicated fighter jet for himself, unless he did it himself; in fact, he was already doing just that.
"Great job! Truly an ultimate ace! I’m really impressed."
As soon as Chen Haiqing finished speaking, the staff members gathered around the twenty-degree flight simulator burst into warm applause.
What a spectacular simulated aerial battle! Although it wasn’t real, it genuinely captivated everyone who watched.
This guy really is an ace!
Many people didn’t know the relationship between Lin Mo and Chen Haiqing, assuming that the young master of the Chen family had spent a great deal to hire an ace pilot for the company.
Isn’t he a bit too young for this? Thought Engineer Liu, who was organizing the operation manual for Lin Mo. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes and confirmed that this specially customized twenty-degree flight simulator had no other branches in the country, he would have thought Lin Mo had played on it countless times before.
"Haiqing, this thing is fantastic! Hahaha, it’s so much fun! I’m having such a great time!" Lin Mo was extremely satisfied. Just as Chen Haiqing and Professor Yan assumed, they truly understood Lin Mo’s thoughts about building a weapon for aerial combat that could unleash his full power.
Standard equipment has never suited the Dragon Knights as their main battle weapons.
"Since you’re here these few days, play as much as you like! Just remember, you’re my test pilot, and I’m not paying you!" Chen Haiqing said with a smile, impressed by Lin Mo.
People are truly incomparable. A university student who seems unremarkable and ordinary may turn into a killing machine once on a fighter jet, an unimaginable difference.
"This is your word!" Lin Mo rubbed his hands and spoke in his mind through the now partially functioning soul contract with Gold Coin. "Help me figure out stuff here over the next few days, big or small, but don’t eat anything."
From the moment Lin Mo entered the hangar, he felt Gold Coin stirring with excitement. The gold giant dragon, whose main diet consisted of fighter jets, clearly had its eyes set on the three jets and the equipment here, with all the abundant metal materials almost equivalent to a rat falling into a grain bin.
That damned guy should really be kept in check.
Gold Coin always tried to steal a bite when Lin Mo wasn’t paying attention. Though it seemed quick on the surface, Lin Mo could hardly find a scrap of iron or a useless screw within a kilometer. Sooner or later, it would resort to rummaging through trash bins.
This world was like a giant grain bin for the gold giant dragon.
Lin Mo wasn’t the only one thinking this; Gold Coin was likely thinking the same.
If given the chance to return to Lin Mo’s original world, this dragon would probably be reluctant to go back.
Lin Mo’s acceptance to work for free surprised Chen Haiqing, who rubbed his hands together excitedly. This wasn’t Lin Mo’s usual character; was there some kind of plot?
Chen Haiqing felt uneasy. When they performed at the Zhuhai Airshow, he had insisted on getting a performance fee.
He didn’t know that this plot wasn’t from Lin Mo himself, but from a one-piece "watch" wrapped around Lin Mo’s wrist.
God bless, may the National Defense Star steel factory not wake up one morning with a large hole in the roof. Just imagine how chaotic it would be if a rat fell into a cake.
Holding thick instruction manuals, Lin Mo spent the entire night studying.
Fortunately, his previous university experience had given him a solid foundation for reading and learning, and he quickly grasped the basic operational differences between the three fighter jets, though those differences were minimal.
All the aircraft were designed within the same framework, and there wouldn’t be different placements for function keys due to model differences. Otherwise, not only would pilots encounter issues, but mechanics would also have a headache. Given the dense array of switches and instruments in the cockpits of second- and third-generation fighter jets, it would absolutely overwhelm an ordinary person.
"Hey! Professor Ji, long time no see! When did you arrive?"
"Me? I just got here this morning. I just took a breath. If not for some work on my hands, I would have arrived a week early like everyone else."
"You seem anxious. But there’s no need to rush; there’s still time. Su Zhenggong, Huang Bai, and Ma Congyun have been here for a year now. They’re probably circling around those three fighter jets."
"Oh? Really? They are the backbone of several research institutes and well-known mechanics. Did they bring their teams along? I heard that Li Jian and Liu Yun’s juniors are also here. It seems these old brothers plan to take their disciples, and soon it will be a world for the young."
"Yeah, these young guys are quite talented; each has skills. They are all our backup forces. When we can’t handle things anymore, it will be up to them to take over. Have you heard that Old Yan is here too? A few years ago, I heard he retired, quite a pity. I saw him in Hangar 9 yesterday. Hey, this old chap retired and still brings a disciple; it seems he must pass on his skills."
"The Old Yan from the 611 Institute? That guy is amazing. He worked with Old Tu, Old Song, and Old Yang on the J-10 and J-20. He probably retired due to age and lack of stamina. I just heard he came, but I haven’t seen him yet. Hey, he has a disciple too; seems like he’s forever young in spirit."
"Look at you two having such a lively chat! Old Hai, why are you just arriving? We’ve been waiting for you for a long time." A gray-haired old expert approached the two excited aircraft specialists. "Let’s hurry, the three planes are already out. I’ve seen Old Yan’s disciple too—he’s a fantastic young man, and hey, he’s a pilot!"
"What? A pilot disciple? Wow, that’s quite a high rank. Only someone like that could accurately test the performance of the machine. It’s not enough to have theoretical knowledge; you need the physical ability to pilot as well. If we, who focus on theory and design, had proper physical qualities, we might as well pilot and test ourselves. The information obtained this way would be more detailed."
"Exactly—let Old Yan’s disciple help us with the testing; it’s a perfect match. Why didn’t I get a pilot disciple?"
"Disciples aren’t that easy to find; they are carefully selected. They need to have talent and be willing to work hard. It’s not easy! Ha! Just as you mentioned, this test pilot is indeed Old Yan’s disciple."
An accidental revelation from an expert immediately drew the interest of several old fellows, and those disciples gathered around out of curiosity.