Chapter 241
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Chapter 241: Encountering an Old Enemy in a Strange Land
Lin Mo’s eyebrows twitched slightly, as if realizing something. Yes, up until now, Ma Jun still called him by his alias. He probably didn’t know much, not even his true identity, which was thanks to his ever-changing code names and aliases, leaving the other party in the dark.
"How much?"
Lin Mo shook the shackles, producing a crisp clanging sound. The fact that his captor was not in a hurry to kill him and claimed he was worth a lot indicated that someone certainly had their eyes on him and had carefully planned this operation.
It seemed that after he parachuted down, his movements did not escape their sight.
Damn it, using money to buy a life! Which fool is bold enough to offer a bounty for him? Both his identity as a Dragon Knight and as an air force pilot were not to be taken lightly.
"Be careful, let me remind you in advance, this is super hard alloy, even usable as special tools in machine tools. It’s stronger than high-speed steel and can’t be cut through, not even with a laser or a saw, let alone bullets. Just be careful not to hurt yourself."
Ma Jun thought to himself that these cuffs could bind an elephant, and they required two different keys to unlock them simultaneously, keeping this guy trapped perfectly. The clients offering the bounty almost got the organizations taking the job for free.
Originally, he didn’t know what kind of monster was bound by this thing, but now he understood well. Ordinary iron products wouldn’t necessarily hold a devil like this.
But given the current situation, this guy, known as the “Silver Devil,” was essentially caught like a turtle in a pot, securely held in Ma Jun’s grasp.
Ma Jun couldn’t help but let out a smug cold snicker.
The Red Scorpion’s base, Aysulu, had nearly been breached, leaving it severely weakened. Analyzing the post-war intelligence, there were countless connections with this guy.
He had too many mysterious backgrounds, and capturing him would require some serious interrogation to vent his frustrations.
…
Lin Mo tilted his head; why bother to break free? The food delivery had come right to the mouth of a creature that feasted on metal; he had never seen such eagerness before.
That Gold Coin must be about to burst with laughter.
As if confirming Lin Mo’s thoughts, the watch on his left wrist trembled slightly, indicating that the guy could hardly hold back.
This super hard special alloy, which was better than high-speed steel, sounded incredibly tempting; it would truly be a disservice to the guy to not become a food delivery servant, completely igniting the greedy appetite of this creature.
Ma Jun laughed again, his laughter quite unpleasant. He extended his fist, showing only his thumb and index finger—making a “V” gesture representing “eight.”
"Eight hundred thousand? I’m worth eight hundred thousand? Heh heh! Is that in yen or Vietnamese dong?"
Lin Mo looked sideways at this intelligence leader of the Red Scorpion, considering how to eliminate him. He was a threat alive; back at the airport during the Red Scorpion incident, Gold Coin had been exposed in a public setting—he must have been wiped out. But it was better to be cautious; encountering the Red Scorpions meant taking out one was worth it.
"No, no, no! Eight million! Dollars!"
Ma Jun chuckled coldly; this deal was quite substantial. He continued, "And the client requires results, dead or alive, so you’d better behave, or I can’t guarantee I won’t turn you into a corpse to deliver."
A tiger in a cage wasn’t so terrifying. Ma Jun felt his anxiety fade as he relaxed.
Who was the hunter and who was the prey remained uncertain; those who celebrated too early were destined to cry at the end.
Lin Mo scoffed, "Only eight million dollars? Heh heh, you underestimate me."
As a proper Dragon Knight, to be offered just eight million dollars was laughably low. Was this meant to brush off a beggar?
Lin Mo’s wealth surpassed that amount easily; this price felt like an insult.
Ma Jun saw disdain deep in Lin Mo’s eyes, as if looking at a rustic bumpkin, filled with a complex mix of sympathy and contempt.
The gold giant dragon, too, expressed discontent; after all, Lin Mo was now one with it. Capturing Lin Mo was the same as capturing them both, and this price was far too low. It was time to squash the one who dared to make such an offer.
Tied up like a rice dumpling, Sally’s eyes welled with tears as she couldn’t help but feel sorrow. This man was faced with imminent death, yet he casually discussed matters with the bandit leader. Did he not realize someone was worried about him?
Eight million dollars! The entire migrating team’s fortune before their departure didn’t even amount to one-tenth of that. This “devilish” man was being chased with such a high bounty; had he really stirred up such trouble?
“Right now, I can tell your boss that if he brings eight hundred million dollars, I will tie myself up and deliver myself to him.” Lin Mo felt a surge of anger. Using Sally as a hostage to threaten him, shackling him with alloy cuffs, and setting a trap to capture him were annoying at most, but the humiliation of the eight million dollar bounty successfully enraged him.
Fine, eight million? Go to hell.
“Hey, hey! Don’t get too excited, okay? Getting angry won’t help. Look, you have no weapons and are shackled. You can’t do anything. It’s better for you to behave; you can lessen your suffering.” Ma Jun teased the shackled man, dismissing Lin Mo’s fury.
This guy truly didn’t know how close he was to death. Ma Jun pointed his handgun at Pashtun, who lay on the ground, facing away from them. “And that girl is here too. After my men and I have our fun, maybe I’ll spare her life. So just behave.”
In his eyes, Lin Mo was merely a grasshopper in autumn, a doomed soul being sent to the guillotine, a fish on the chopping block. Facing death, he couldn’t hop around anymore.
“Who is it? Which bastard dared to put a bounty on me?” Lin Mo seemed not to hear Ma Jun’s threat, his anger growing. He fixed his gaze on Ma Jun, “Who is it? The American government or the Indian government?”
Thinking about it, those who wanted him dead were probably limited to those two.
The chaos in Afghanistan was closely related to America; a unified, independent, stable, and peaceful Afghanistan might bring more disadvantages to this superpower.
Thus, maintaining a certain level of chaos benefited those forces trying to profit from it. At least this chaos effectively raised the stakes; with some planning and operation, they could monopolize the mineral-rich country to a certain extent.
“You know quite a bit, but I can’t tell you. That’s the rule of our trade. Of course, it’s not just us ‘Red Scorpions’ accepting this bounty; other organizations are too. Eight million dollars is enough to drive many into madness, so you should be careful.”
Ma Jun smirked insincerely, glancing at Lin Mo with disdain. He then turned to his subordinates, snapping his fingers. “Come, untie this woman. I’ll have my fun with her first, then she’s all yours. It must be over before dawn; the drug will last six hours.”
“Umm! Mmm…” Upon hearing Ma Jun’s words, Sally felt like she had fallen into an ice pit, desperately struggling. She would rather die than let those demons defile her, a tide of despair washing over her.
“Be careful; you should worry about yourselves first. Arc Slash!”
Lin Mo’s voice blew in like a cold wind from hell, and a silver crescent beam as tall as a person flashed past Ma Jun’s eye.
Ah!
Screams erupted immediately as Ma Jun witnessed two of his men being sliced in half by the sudden silver arc before they could even get close to the Pashtun woman. Those who didn’t die on the spot struggled on the ground, howling in agony, their severed bodies and blood spilling out like it cost nothing, the air quickly filling with a strong metallic scent of blood.
What is happening?
Ma Jun turned around sharply, his eyes wide with disbelief. Lin Mo’s shackles had vanished, replaced with shining silver armor and a massive sword radiating a deadly glint.
What appeared before Ma Jun’s eyes was a true “Silver Devil.”
Where did this armor and weapon come from?
In that moment of distraction, the old hen turned duck.
Ma Jun gasped in frustration, shifting his gaze to the side, and even saw the sword, shield, and armor that he had forced Lin Mo to drop scattered in the distance.
What was going on?
Bang!
Nearby, the armed militants opened fire without hesitation.
The bullets sank into the sea, making no impact whatsoever; not even a ricochet could be seen.
The terrifying giant sword in Lin Mo’s hands felt weightless, and with a casual twist, he swung it again. With a piercing blade cry, a flash of light erupted, shooting another silver crescent from the sword edge.
Another scream followed as an armed militant, who kept firing at the silver-armored knight, was split in two.
If any of Lin Mo’s former world’s warriors were present, they would immediately sense the terrifying energy fluctuations radiating from him, particularly from the giant sword, which throbbed with a shocking battle energy.
“Whoever issued that bounty, I don’t care who they are; anyway, one comes, I kill one; two come, I kill two.”
A familiar voice echoed from beneath the silver armor; even in ashes, Ma Jun would recognize it.
“You, you, you!” Ma Jun stammered in terror, unable to find his words. The armor that had appeared on his opponent so suddenly looked incredibly intricate, like a piece of art, but it emanated a mysterious aura. When did he put it on?
This wasn’t an artwork; it was genuine battlefield killing armor designed for both offense and defense. Every detail was incredibly intricate, with reinforced protection at the joints and lethal blades extending from the armor, wrapping its wearer in a humanoid weapon.
The special alloy shackles, only able to be cut by lasers and special equipment, had disappeared without a trace, completely disrupting Ma Jun’s understanding of this world. Just who exactly was this “Chu Zhongtian”?
