Chapter 80

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Chapter 80: Annihilating Your Whole Family

Almost simultaneously with the gunshot, Lin Mo quickly tilted his head and then returned.

The bullet whizzed past Lin Mo’s ear, creating a fist-sized hole in the restaurant wall.

He didn’t get hit?! Everyone thought Lin Mo would be shot dead, only to realize he was unscathed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots fired in rapid succession, aimed directly at Lin Mo’s body, but he evaded each one with minimal movement, all the shots missing their target.

His speed surpassed that of the bullets; it was as if he was anticipating their trajectories, a technique unseen by anyone, leaving even the camouflaged Russian thugs astonished, holding their AK-74 rifles like firewood, having forgotten how to pull the trigger.

To Lin Mo, this was merely a normal skill of an aerial knight; when the opponent’s finger moved, he could already predict the bullet’s path. His body reacted almost in sync with his nervous system. Ordinary humans might require years of training to achieve Lin Mo’s level of reflex, but he developed this instinct in another world through countless surprise attacks by gold giant dragons.

"Keep going!" Lin Mo grinned, showing his white teeth, causing the blond Russian thug who just fired to feel an overwhelming urge to flee, wanting to escape as far away as possible.

The blond Russian’s hand trembled around his gun, trying to reassure himself—this wasn’t a movie, it wasn’t science fiction, and these weren’t aliens.

"Speak! Who sent you to kill Aji?" Lin Mo’s eyes widened, his killing intent pressing heavily against the blond Russian. The dragon aura he could now easily summon from the gold giant dragon tied to his wrist felt palpable.

The group of Russian thugs suddenly felt an immense, invisible pressure; their raised AK-74s felt as if they were weighted down with lead, causing them to drop toward the ground. They felt as if their lives were now in Lin Mo’s hands.

If the Twin Stars sister duo from the Night special operations intelligence group were there, they would cover their mouths in shock, wondering just how many cards this J-10 pilot had yet to reveal.

"It was Ralph! Ralph sent us!" the blond Russian thug exclaimed, treating his gun like a toy. In such close proximity, he felt confident that he could dodge bullets; however, he feared that the next time he fired, it would be his end. Although fierce, these Russians understood that reckless bravery had its limits.

Taking advantage of the moment, Baletaberke scrambled away, gasping for breath with a bruised face and aches all over. He watched Lin Mo confront the Russian thugs and understood why his father had repeatedly warned him against coming to this town. It was terrifying, filled with ruthless killers, and he barely escaped with his life.

In a blink, the gun was in Lin Mo’s hands, and everyone saw how he reached for it.

"Where are they?" Lin Mo said, disassembling the gun piece by piece as if performing magic. Of course, the gold dragon required payment for its services, and Lin Mo thought a tip was only fair.

He planned to follow the clues to see if Aji’s death was linked to his current mission. Since he was already there, he had to gather information swiftly and report it to the Intelligence Group for clearer instructions, knowing others were likely acting urgently as well.

"In a wooden house east of the town; there’s a black iron cat on the chimney," the blond Russian stammered, trembling. Lin Mo dismantling the gun clearly showed he wasn’t afraid of others aiming at him, but the thug still had a sliver of hope. He answered Lin Mo honestly, but the wooden house was a treacherous place.

The blond Russian even secretly wished Lin Mo would fall into a trap, believing Ralph and his crew would take him out; he doubted this bullet-dodging guy could handle a lot of men.

"Alright!" Lin Mo patted the blond thug’s face, glancing at the group of Russian men behind him. "Put your guns on the table, then face the wall and count to 500. Otherwise…" Lin Mo suddenly swiped his hand, and the nearby dining table shattered into pieces, the immense force shattering it without giving it a chance to resist, similar to breaking a napkin with a bare fist.

Everyone jumped in shock—Chinese kung fu! They thought that from now on, they would avoid any Chinese people, lest they end up like that pile of splinters.

The Russian thugs hesitated, but then their leader, the blond thug, cursed fiercely in Russian. The other Russians quickly tossed their guns onto a nearby table and obediently leaned against the wall, mumbling—who knew if they were counting, as Lin Mo couldn’t understand.

Lin Mo showed no mercy, taking advantage of the Russian thugs’ bewilderment to knock them out one by one, swiftly and decisively.

"Baletaberke, collect the guns!" Lin Mo instructed the Kazakh man who had accompanied him into town. "I’m sorry to involve you in this. You need to leave quickly; it’s too dangerous here. Don’t worry about me; I’ll be fine. But can you do me a favor and look after these kids?"

Lin Mo took out most of the money from his wallet and stuffed it into Baletaberke’s arms. "This money is for you to take care of the children. It’s not much, but please accept it. If it’s not enough, I’ll find a way to send more. The kids should be able to help with some work to support themselves."

Lin Mo felt pity for the group of orphans but couldn’t take them with him; it was too dangerous. He could only entrust them to Baletaberke, and the money from his wallet would cover at least a year’s worth of meals for the kids, putting no financial strain on the kind-hearted Kazakh.

Baletaberke hesitated briefly, then nodded. "Don’t worry, Morin. A Kazakh man’s promise is worth a thousand gold pieces; I’ll take great care of these kids. They’ll become the finest herders on the grasslands."

Lin Mo then turned to Aji’s son, little Buka, saying, "Buka, it’s dangerous here. You should leave with Uncle Baletaberke as soon as you can. I’ll make sure he takes good care of you and Trelik."

Though Lin Mo had his own mission, he arranged an escape route for Aji’s son.

"Thank you, Uncle Morin!" The little boy’s eyes turned red again, and he couldn’t help but rub them. Suddenly, with determination, he pulled on Lin Mo’s sleeve and whispered something in his ear.

Lin Mo perked up, his expression turning serious. After Buka finished speaking, he held the boy’s shoulders and said, "Buka, what you told me is incredibly valuable. Thank you!"

It seemed the task had suddenly become clouded by the fog of Aji’s death, but after hearing Buka suddenly recall something, it became clear again for Lin Mo.

Good people receive good rewards; a faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Mo’s mouth.

Lin Mo used the remaining money in his wallet to pay the restaurant bill. Baletaberke, along with the older children, carried the AK-74 they had seized from the Russian thugs, teaming up with Buka and the others as they left the town. Lin Mo’s chestnut horse followed suit; he no longer needed it.

In this chaotic region, with guns in Baletaberke and the kids’ hands, they could deter some would-be troublemakers. The small-caliber weaponry was manageable for the older children to control, and here, men and women alike were skilled with guns.

Lin Mo returned to the dilapidated house of his intelligence informant Aji. Guided by Buka’s memory, he pried a brick out of the greasy stove, uncovering a wooden box tucked away in the mortar. This was precisely what Lin Mo hoped to find. Even though Aji was dead, this object could help the mission continue.

The wooden box contained nothing but a contact information card for the handler and a small knife with a broken tip.

"Alright, it’s time to trouble certain people," Lin Mo mused, running his fingers over the old knife with narrowed eyes.

"What’s going on?" The blond Russian thug, now recovering from unconsciousness, stood empty-handed in a wooden house east of the town, staring blankly at the room filled with corpses.

No guns, no bullet holes, no knives—besides the dead, the room was clean, devoid of any weapons. The black iron cat on the roof was also gone, and there was no sign of what had transpired. Did the boss Wolf’s crew not bring a single weapon for self-defense? How could they have been wiped out like this?

The group of Russian thugs looked dumbfounded.

The Night team, the Intelligence Group, Colonel Xie Fengdao.

Since Lin Mo set out a week ago, the satellite tracker in his backpack reported his location to the intelligence group every hour. On the computer screen, a faint blue dot lit up the map, while over a dozen faint green dots flickered in different positions, accompanied by many other colored dots representing various identities.

"Lin Mo is moving quite fast; I wonder how the Twin Stars and others are preparing," Colonel Xie mused, stroking his chin, feeling the prickly sensation of his stubble.

In truth, the entire operation had a backup plan designed for Lin Mo’s initial mission’s safety. Even without Lin Mo, this alternative plan could achieve the objectives, albeit with less effectiveness. Lin Mo’s safety was paramount, and for that reason, the intelligence group operated at full capacity. Unbeknownst to Lin Mo, many intelligence personnel followed secretly. Though they might not possess Lin Mo’s skills, they had advantages in areas where he could not compete.