Chapter 92

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Chapter 92: The Dangerous Haus

What is this woman talking about? Lin Mo could barely grasp what she was saying, struggling with too many unfamiliar words. He only caught mentions of "Yakov" and "KGB." He estimated that she knew about his connection to Yakov, as this was all out in the open. As long as Yakov didn’t get into trouble, Lin Mo had nothing to worry about. Little did he know that the Red Scorpion had already noticed recent infiltrations and was conducting a massive internal cleanup and search, while he wandered dangerously close to the edge.

"Hey!" The newly recruited guard seemed destined to become a mere enforcer. Natasha shook her head helplessly, took out a red pen, marked Lin Mo’s alias with a check, and signed her name.

In this way, luck unexpectedly favored Lin Mo, allowing him to escape perilously, with the beauty commander of the Red Scorpion backing him. Who would dare question him now?!

Natasha picked out dozens of names from the list, crossed some and marked others with circles before handing it back to Gabal. "I’ve re-labeled these people; proceed as noted," she instructed. Clearly, this woman lived up to her reputation as a "beautiful and deadly vixen," decisively determining the fate of several individuals in an instant.

Colonel Gabal accepted the list stiffly and reported, "Yes!" He quickly passed it to his subordinates. "Commander Natasha, it’s lunchtime now, and I have prepared a meal. Would you like to dine with me?"

"Alright! I’m hungry too." Natasha agreed after listening to Gabal’s lengthy report for two hours. While her loyal subordinate lacked any particular flair, he was conservative in nature, but his execution was commendable, making him ideal for managing complex daily operations.

Just as they stepped out of the commander’s office, someone in the distance waved at Natasha, calling out, "Hey! Commander Natasha! Long time no see, you’re looking more beautiful than ever."

"Haha, Haus, your flattery is getting better! When did you come back without even saying hello to your sister?" All women enjoy lovely compliments, and even the "beautiful and deadly vixen" was no exception. Natasha laughed joyfully, her stern military demeanor melting away into enchanting charm.

Standing behind Natasha, Lin Mo’s pupils suddenly constricted. The person greeting Natasha looked familiar; he recognized him from somewhere. Yes, wasn’t he Ma Jun from the train heading from Urumqi to Almaty? Wearing dark sunglasses, the slim young man had been drooling over a Canon "Invincible Rabbit" DSLR camera.

Haus? Isn’t that just the English pronunciation of "Ma"? Here he was, unknowingly sharing a sleeping compartment with a senior member of the Red Scorpion, completely unaware. This world is too small.

No wonder he warned me to protect the lens carefully, preventing it from getting scratched by sand—this knowledge surely comes only from someone experienced in desert living.

Lin Mo’s heart began to race. Although he had only known that the information chief of the Red Scorpion was named "Haus," the specifics such as gender, ethnicity, appearance, or age were all unknown to him. This "Haus" was nearly as mysterious as the true big boss whose title he didn’t even know.

Danger, danger! He hadn’t expected the Red Scorpion’s intelligence chief to actually be Asian and likely Chinese. This joke had gone too far! No wonder outsiders struggled to verify information about the Red Scorpion’s intelligence chief; such an unexpected identity existed. Lin Mo felt an instinctive alarm—this "Haus" had met him before. If exposed, not only would his cover be blown, but the entire operation could fail.

Lin Mo quietly shifted his position, using Natasha to shield himself from Haus’s view. It seemed he remained oblivious to the fact that the Knight Stars had already categorized his actions as alternative plans.

"Oh no, I’m merely stating the truth. Natasha, you are beautiful, and I’m not exaggerating. This isn’t flattery,” Haus replied smoothly, his compliments flowing effortlessly.

“Would you like to join me for lunch?” Natasha, in a good mood, appeared to have a favorable impression of Haus.

If they dined together, Haus’s chances of discovering Lin Mo would increase dramatically. In his mind, Lin Mo kept repeating: Don’t accept! Don’t accept! Don’t accept! Don’t accept…

“Oh no, I have a few people to interrogate. I’ll be quite busy for the next few days, Mr. Lawrence has expressed concerns about many spies mixed in Aysulu,” Haus said apologetically, bowing slightly to decline the invitation from the beautiful commander. If Colonel Frank were here, he might become unbearably jealous.

“That’s too bad! Mr. Haus, please take care of your matters. Remember to eat early; otherwise, it’ll affect your health,” Natasha replied with a radiant smile, continuing on her way, with Lin Mo and Ivan following closely behind.

Lin Mo maintained his expressionless demeanor, completely ignoring Haus, silently praying that the identification features molded by the Lone Wolf Yakov would help him escape the poisonous serpent’s scrutiny.

As Haus brushed past Lin Mo, he suddenly exclaimed, “Hmm?” and turned to watch Lin Mo’s back, sensing something familiar about the guard who had just walked by him, following closely behind Natasha and alongside Captain Ivan.

“Chu Zhongtian!” “Morin!” Haus called out loudly, with barely any pause between the two names.

“Hmm?!” Lin Mo instinctively turned his head, staring blankly at Haus.

“It’s nothing! I heard you are the ‘Lone Wolf’ Yakov’s nephew?” Haus locked his gaze onto Lin Mo’s face, trying to spot any abnormalities.

“Hmm!” Lin Mo continued to wear a generic blank expression, though a tempest was swirling within him. This "Haus," Ma Jun, was exceptionally cunning, utilizing one’s instinctive reflex to verify identity.

"Chu Zhongtian" was merely an alias, and Lin Mo showed no reaction. However, the key point was that "Morin" was Lin Mo’s true name in another world. The Knight Stars thought it was another alias, but if that belief was true, it would be disastrous. Fortunately, Lin Mo turned instinctively; if he hadn’t responded, he would have fallen into Haus’s trap, revealing that "Morin" was also a pseudonym.

Even the entire intelligence group of the Night would never expect the Red Scorpion’s intelligence chief to be this astute, cooking up such a clever tactic. If it weren’t for a genuine instinctive reaction, hesitation would lead to exposure.

"Keep up the good work! You look a lot like a friend of mine—I must’ve mistaken you." Seeing nothing unusual on Lin Mo’s face, Haus chuckled, flashing a boy-next-door smile that seemed innocent but concealed the deadly hiss of a snake.

True to his role as the intelligence chief of the Red Scorpion, Haus had already learned the name of the newly appointed guard beside Commander Natasha in just one day.

Lin Mo remained silent, slowly turning his head back, embodying the temperament of a true guard—acting more and talking less—as he closely followed Natasha, though a tremor of luck coursed through him. That was close, too close; he almost fell into the trap.

Lin Mo nearly considered acting, as revealing himself wouldn’t scare him, but a large-scale slaughter would create problems for the Night. Even if he could justify it, wouldn’t he then have to turn into an infantryman? No way! Lin Mo still dreamed of flying fighter jets in the air.

As for that "Morin," let them verify it. Unless they could survive a "large spatial forbidden spell," jumping dimensions safely enough to discover Lin Mo’s true identity, they would find nothing.

Lin Mo wiped his sweaty palms, while Ivan remained oblivious to the tense moment that had just unfolded nearby.

Colonel Gabal had invited a chef from outside to prepare a delicious and lavish lunch to please his superior.

As the personal guard of the beautiful commander, Lin Mo and Ivan took turns dining. The meal was simple—a few pieces of bread, a slice of roasted meat, a cup of fermented mare’s milk, and a pot of red tea. Lin Mo was not picky and enjoyed the meal, which tasted fantastic compared to the monotonous menu of the other world.

“Hey, who are you? Step back! Step back!”

“Get any closer and we’ll shoot!”

“Don’t shoot! I’m here looking for someone, not to interrupt the commander’s meal.”

Upon hearing the sound of the guards loading their guns, Lin Mo noted that besides Natasha’s personal guard, most of the outer guards wielded AK-74s, stationed around the temporary Arabian-styled tent where the commander was dining to maintain security.

If he could break through the outer guards’ obstruction, it would indicate that firearms were no longer sufficient to handle the situation, bringing the scenario to close-quarters combat range.

Lin Mo’s sidearm remained a mystery, as Ivan probably thought he had stolen Colonel Frank’s gold Desert Eagle and thus didn’t give him a gun. He assumed Lin Mo was not skilled with firearms, or else why did he still only carry a short Triangular Military Dagger? The already short dagger in its sheath served more as a lollipop for enjoyment than a lethal weapon for gold coins.

Lin Mo shifted his gaze and saw the Lone Wolf Yakov, who had already become a squad leader judging by his insignia. Why was he rushing over?

“Morin, Morin! My good nephew, Uncle is here to see you!” The Lone Wolf Yakov waved vigorously at Lin Mo, their identities serving as an excellent cover for both.