Chapter 242
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Chapter 242: The Fierce Blade
In the eyes of those who witnessed everything, Lin Mo had completely transformed into a true devil.
The armed personnel brought by Ma Jun encountered the most terrifying situation of their lives; the legend of the "Silver Devil" was indeed real.
With a single swing of his sword, a beam of light shot out, even more ferocious and fierce than a gunshot, reaching over ten meters and swiftly striking like a shadow.
The "Silver Devil" faced no notable resistance, resulting in a one-sided massacre, with screams echoing endlessly.
A sniper hiding in the dark corner futilely squeezed the trigger, achieving nothing. The opponent showed no concern for the pointless efforts, and before the sniper could react, a blinding light ended his last moment of consciousness.
Eyes filled with rage, Ma Jun realized he had stepped on the biggest nail of his life today. He barely managed to turn around when he suddenly felt a chill in his legs; he lost sensation below his calves and toppled to the ground.
“My leg!” Ma Jun looked back in horror, only now feeling the overwhelming pain as it registered. His lower legs lay scattered a short distance away, alone.
It’s no wonder that guy had not resisted from the start, so obediently dropping his weapon and willingly shackling himself; he had not regarded Ma Jun as a threat at all, possessing such hidden power.
Who exactly was he? Could he truly be a devil?
Although Ma Jun only now began to feel fear, it was already too late. One should never measure a being from another world using the ordinary standards of this one.
As if confirming Ma Jun’s thoughts, all the screams disappeared while he fantasized in despair, replaced by the sound of light footsteps approaching him, bringing with them a suffocating sense of blood.
“I must ask, little Ma, can you still escape now?”
The roles of hunter and prey instantly reversed as Lin Mo leisurely approached Ma Jun, watching him frantically pressing down on the artery in his thigh. Despite his efforts, he was only delaying his impending death.
“Who… who are you?” Ma Jun’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the giant sword in Lin Mo’s hand transform rapidly into a three-edged spike nearly a meter long and as thick as a forearm, slowly spinning. What kind of technology was this?!
Ma Jun sensed he was ensnared in a terrifying conspiracy. How could someone demonstrating such power be an ordinary person? What he witnessed that night surpassed anything he had ever encountered, inexplicable and bizarre.
The silver armor swiftly retracted like flowing water, shrinking from Lin Mo’s body to his right hand, leaving only a spinning three-edged spike.
This… this was surely not just simple technology; when had humanity’s technological level reached such a point?
Pale and gasping, Ma Jun felt as though he had fallen into icy water, his body growing cold. He understood this was the consequence of massive blood loss, but for a sliver of hope, he trembled, pleading, “Please, save me! I don’t want to die. If you spare me, I’ll tell you who placed the bounty on you! You can seek revenge on him. I promise, I promise I won’t bother you again.”
“And, and our leader has set his sights on this place, planning to establish a temporary base here. I am merely the leading man of the advance team. If you let me go, I will definitely persuade the leader to abandon this place. You must also be a subordinate of that ‘agent’, right? As fellow members, if you spare me, we can leave the past behind and wipe the slate clean. We don’t want this place; it’s yours! There are many areas where we can cooperate, and we can definitely become good friends. It’s mutually beneficial; partnering can yield greater profits, and I assure you’ll benefit greatly too.”
“By the way, it’s not just us ‘Red Scorpions’ who have set our sights here; several other organizations are watching this place too. Your migration route isn’t a secret. Organizations under the control of the ‘Taliban’, ‘Jamaat al-Tableeg’, ‘Holy War Army’, and ‘World Uighur Congress’ have all collaborated and are gathering forces to come here. They plan to make this their stronghold. Abik’s men have informants among these Pashtun people, and they definitely have spies from those organizations too. Don’t kill me; I will help you identify these people. This is my expertise. I am still of use to you.”
“If more troops come with machine guns and artillery, even you alone, along with these ordinary civilians and a few mercenaries, how can you withstand them? Please don’t kill me! We can cooperate and it can be a pleasant collaboration, right?”
Ma Jun skillfully negotiated for his life, while simultaneously revealing crucial information. Lin Mo found himself caught in a complex whirlwind of plots. It wasn’t just the ‘Red Scorpion’ targeting him; he was being watched by several armed organizations focused on this prime location.
What a nightmare; how did a skydiving adventure lead to such a huge mess? This was no simple matter of tribal migration; it involved armed groups fighting for territory in the northern mountainous region of Afghanistan.
Ma Jun hoped to exchange this vital information for his life.
However, Lin Mo’s true identity was classified, and even Ma Jun, the intelligence head of an armed organization, wouldn’t be able to uncover it; he could only speculate and weave a web of deceit, trying to sway Lin Mo.
Feeling his life slipping away rapidly, Ma Jun saw dark mist blotting his vision, realizing if he didn’t take action soon, it would be dire.
In fact, those greedy individuals outside were not as oblivious to the migration team’s whereabouts as Mica Village’s leader, Mude Zariyev, presumed. Some shortsighted or cunning members of the group had leaked the news. One could imagine how attractive this hidden paradise was to those desperate for food in the desolate mountains.
The heart is a mysterious thing; kinship alone cannot keep secrets.
Had it not been for the old man keeping his mouth shut, merely pointing out the quickest route, this land might have long been seized. Now, because of betrayal within the group, they foolishly led others to it.
Those terrifying figures were about to arrive to snatch away the fruits of their grueling journey, threatening to obliterate their new home filled with hope.
What a malicious individual, properly identified!
The “Night” intelligence group had trained Lin Mo in assault tactics and various reconnaissance methods, originally intended for camouflage and evasion after capture, allowing him to discern the hidden meanings in Ma Jun’s words.
Truly an intelligence chief, blending truth with falsehoods and offering essential snippets of information to prove his continued value in exchange for his life, while simultaneously using the unconscious Pashtun girl as a conduit to portray Lin Mo as a member of some “agent” organization, informing the Pashtun that even if they expelled the hostile armed groups, this “knight” was also a “wolf” brought into their midst.
Naturally, he aimed to isolate Lin Mo from the Pashtun migrants, sowing distrust and fear. These scared Pashtun people would not only fail to appreciate this “knight” but might also repay kindness with malice, potentially leading to his demise.
Open attacks are easy to evade; hidden plots are hard to guard against. Countless heroes have fallen prey to the schemes of unscrupulous individuals.
Ma Jun remained unaware that Lin Mo could see through the layers of his words.
The individual before him was clearly more than just a so-called “pilot.”
Lin Mo knew full well that no ordinary local armed group would offer an eight million dollar bounty for him; someone had schemed meticulously to target him. This elaborate plan sought to exonerate him while inciting greedy elements to act unexpectedly, ensuring that even retaliation couldn’t find justification.
Only a national-level force, unable to attack openly, could afford such a price, bargaining with those struggling in the shadows to deal with him.
Spouting lies about Lin Mo being part of some “agent” organization? Ha! This man truly considered others fools.
Ma Jun’s hopeful gaze was met with Lin Mo’s cold, emotionless response: “I don’t need you!”
Lin Mo’s chilling voice marked the last thing Ma Jun would remember.
The three-edged spike penetrated Ma Jun’s skull without resistance, instantly transforming into a spiked hedge.
A once-proud head exploded into countless fragments.
Retrieving the now-destroyed spike, Lin Mo stood up and glanced at Ma Jun’s lifeless body. Suddenly, he turned his head and shouted towards a direction, “Sneaky guy, come out!”
Two shadows leapt from a distance, their backs spewing azure flames; they had single-man rocket flight packs, quickly taking off into the air.
As the mantis catches the cicada, the yellow bird lies in wait. Unbeknownst to them, Lin Mo had sensed their presence. Observing their equipment, he realized they were clearly from a different faction than Ma Jun’s men, but they didn’t anticipate that Lin Mo could spot them.
“Want to run? Not so easy! Gauss Gun!” Lin Mo flicked his wrist, transforming the three-edged spike into a nearly two-meter-long, thick firearm, brimming with a science fiction aesthetic. The weapon hummed as it charged. The gold giant dragon was the best high-power energy release device.
Swish! Swish!
Though there was no classic gunfire sound, the pure tungsten alloy projectiles dislodged from the gold giant dragon, creating a fierce sonic boom as they tore through the air.
