Chapter 93
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Chapter 93: The F-14 Is a Damn Money-Losing Product
“Stop! He, come here!” Lin Mo thought for a moment before awkwardly forcing the words out, shouting at the guards blocking Yakov on the outskirts.
Although Lin Mo held no formal position and was just an ordinary team member, he was almost regarded as an assistant captain, just below Captain Ivan in the eyes of the Elite Guards. They immediately obeyed and stopped blocking the old soldier dressed in ordinary desert camouflage, yet still warned, “Walk slowly; no running! If you run, we’ll shoot you!”
Clearly, these guards were well-trained in defense and were always cautious.
“What are you doing here? Is something wrong?” Lin Mo dragged Yakov to a secluded corner and asked darkly, having just seen the intelligence chief of the Red Scorpion was the young man Ma Jun he’d encountered on the train. Though he narrowly escaped identity exposure, he still felt uneasy and immediately had a bad premonition upon seeing Yakov.
Yakov pretended to act like an elder seeing a junior and gently patted Lin Mo’s arm, lowering his voice as he spoke. “Nothing has happened; your friends, the Twin Stars, contacted me. They wanted me to tell you they’re starting operations in the next couple of days. Be ready. If there’s any chaos in Aysulu, you can withdraw at any time.”
The Night Intelligence Group indeed arranged a backup plan for Lin Mo, contacting the Lone Wolf Yakov and handing him control.
“Withdraw me? What about my mission? Am I just supposed to give up?” Lin Mo was astonished. He was on the brink of action, having already scouted the airport location and planned to act tonight, yet Yakov was delivering a message from Li Muxin and Li Muling that meant he had to withdraw?!
Had he come all this way amidst great difficulties to merely draw attention for them and just pass through like an outsider?!
“Well, uh…” Yakov found it hard to explain. He had his own assignments. The gold bars and dollars with Lin Mo weren’t without cost. He had a part of his team in Aysulu both inside and outside the military camp, coordinating with the Twin Stars, tasked with inciting chaos in Aysulu and escaping at the first sign of trouble—this was the forte of these roaming armed groups.
“They wanted me to pass on that they discovered your mission was more difficult than expected and that it wouldn’t have much effect on the overall operation, so it was canceled! Morin, don’t be upset; isn’t this better? There’s no danger! You don’t have to risk your life like we do.” The Lone Wolf Yakov spoke kindly due to the special connection of Lin Mo managing his close friend’s son’s future, trying to comfort him.
“I knew it! They had no good intentions!” Lin Mo felt deeply insulted, realizing he was tricked by those two girls. What nonsense about “surpassing expectations” and “not much effect”—those were vague excuses.
“When are you going to act?” Lin Mo held back his anger; it wasn’t the time to get upset. Since these two women had played this trick, he wouldn’t hesitate to act on his own.
Yakov, thinking Lin Mo had accepted the orders from the Twin Stars, relaxed a bit and chuckled, “We’ll start tonight at nine o’clock; everything has been prepared.”
“Okay, I understand!” Lin Mo said no more, but the pride of a Dragon Knight wouldn’t let him swallow his frustration. Just in that short time, he had already begun formulating his own plan.
Lin Mo was no novice on the battlefield; every Dragon Knight was a seasoned warrior who had survived many battles.
“Hey! Look on the bright side! Your position is quite good right now; it’s safe and comfortable. Do you know how many were killed in the camp yesterday? At least forty, including a few squad leaders and even a platoon leader! Two of my subordinates were also found problematic and shot dead.” Yakov still felt uneasy, knowing how strong the Red Scorpion’s counter-surveillance abilities were. He was relieved to have escaped disaster given his experience and a bit of a reputation.
To confirm Yakov’s words, a flurry of gunfire erupted from a corner of the camp. Lin Mo and Yakov turned to glance at the source of the noise simultaneously, knowing it was the sound of yet another collective execution of suspected individuals.
“Yakov, if you survive this time, I suggest you quit while you’re ahead and find a good place to live peacefully,” Lin Mo stated after a long silence. He thought of the intelligence contact Aji’s son Buka and remembered his own childhood misfortunes, realizing that life amid gunfire and blade flashes was always filled with dread. Who among them truly feared nothing?
“Ha! You are my best patron; don’t worry!” Yakov didn’t directly respond to Lin Mo’s words, simply smiling like a true elder, patting Lin Mo’s hand. “Alright, I’ll leave now; you need to do well!”
Lin Mo, as an experienced soldier, understood Yakov’s mindset well. He was a true warrior who would rather die than silently pass away in bed, igniting a strange feeling in Lin Mo’s heart. There are always some who make such regretful choices, not just to protect their beliefs.
At noon, Colonel Yahann Frank’s battle plan reached Commander Natasha’s desk exactly as scheduled. Natasha rarely showed kindness to this lecherous man who had been eyeing her, but she did acknowledge his command abilities. She took out a black pen and promptly approved two battalions of troops that had already been screened.
Weapons and materials were the responsibility of Mr. Lawrence Cotler. Among the Red Scorpion, Natasha, Frank, and Haus all had clearly defined roles but kept each other in check, which is why the Night Intelligence Group concluded that there must be a mysterious big boss behind everything.
In the afternoon, Lin Mo gained a new perspective on the beautiful commander of the Red Scorpion, witnessing hundreds being executed on the spot while many others were tortured with salted whips without any questioning.
Such brutal and unreasonable purging had unearthed numerous infiltrators from other factions, yet many innocent individuals suffered even more.
In the evening, Commander Natasha finally left the military camp. Following Natasha closely, Lin Mo watched as the Red Scorpion soldiers tortured those who were captured, maintaining his expressionless facade the entire time.
In this place, there were no governments, no laws, and no ethics. On the surface, everything seemed peaceful and calm, yet all of it was fragile. This was the survival rule in the chaotic desert region, where more people joined armed organizations, fighting incessantly for small personal gains. Here, even the children could skillfully assemble firearms and had decent shooting skills, continuously becoming soldiers for various armed factions.
“Gold Coin, go stir up some chaos at the airport tonight. Just two planes, and as long as you have a good appetite, eat whatever you want! But remember, it can only be chaos; don’t make it too big, or it’ll cause trouble.” Lin Mo communicated to Gold Coin through their soul contract in his mind.
The black and low-quality iron bracelet on Lin Mo’s wrist emitted a burst of heat.
“Roar! Roar! Roar! I want to feast!”
Lin Mo’s mind echoed with the excited roars of the gold giant dragon Gold Coin, longing for a bite to eat after so long. The last time it had tried to sneak out, it was beaten to the brink of death and had learned not to underestimate humans. Now, with Lin Mo releasing permissions for a feast, it indicated that safety was assured, causing it to tremble in excitement.
“I’ll let you set off; start the operation at nine. Before nine, you cannot move a thing, not even a wire.” Lin Mo secretly instructed Gold Coin in his mind.
“Yes, Sir!” There was no trace of a dragon’s proud demeanor; it clearly had played too many games.
As Lin Mo followed closely behind Natasha, his hand accidentally brushed against a nearby telephone pole, and a swift shadow flitted through his fingers.
It was exceedingly difficult to find a place without metal in a world inhabited by humans. Unnoticed, Lin Mo released Gold Coin.
Hmph! Did those twin sisters think he was alone and helpless? He certainly was not!
Under the veil of night, Aysulu Airport, originally a private landing spot for an Arab millionaire’s desert garden, had now been claimed by the notorious terrorist organization, the Red Scorpion. As for the former owner, likely no one even remembered him anymore.
“Faster! Hurry up and get the stuff into the warehouse, you bunch of stupid pigs! If you break even one crate, I’ll strip you and cover you in sheep oil, then throw you out in the desert to feed the wolves, hoping you can have a fun party with those man-eating beasts.”
Amidst the malicious curses, the sound of a whip crackled.
Some strong prisoners were first dragged to work as slaves, doing the dirty, tiring, and dangerous jobs that always needed doing.
“Those poor guys! May Allah bless you!” Looking at those struggling workers unloading goods from a truck, Abla shook his head in pity. Turning to a man busy beside a silver-gray F-14, he shouted, “Hey, how’s the inspection on my war eagle going?”
“Damn it! Can you give me a break? This piece of junk is missing parts and has a big wear-and-tear issue. I’ve been fixing it for a whole day and night. Abla, what more do you want?! You expect me to ride it off into the sky?” The Bearded Squad Leader, dressed in traditional Arabic garb, had grease-covered hands and waved his tools in exasperation, glaring at Abla. His white turban was hardly cleaner than a rag, showing his bad temper as he swung the tools dangerously close to Abla’s head.
