Chapter 94

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Chapter 94: The Gold Giant Dragon Takes Action

“Alright! Burton, I wanted to test fly a bit more; my bones are feeling loose!” Abla could only shake his hand and stand aside, not daring to step forward. This Bearded Squad Leader was the best mechanic at the airport. As one of the four F-14 pilots, he had to defer to this guy, who had the authority to approve his boarding. If he said “no,” Abla would just be counting ants on the runway, unable to guarantee even 100 hours of flying time a year. His career as a pilot was on the brink of wasting away.

“Abla, my good partner, don’t be too anxious. How about a smoke?” A cigarette was offered to Abla, who turned to see his backseat fire control officer, Yanker, holding a freshly opened pack of Marlboros. “Honestly, every time I sit in this old bird, I feel on edge, afraid I won’t come back after one of these flights.”

Abla quickly took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, and patted his partner Yanker on the shoulder. “I’ve asked Commander Natasha countless times, but she says Mr. Lawrence is still in touch. The earliest we can expect new planes is next year or the year after. For now, we just have to make do.”

“What can I do? This rusty thing should be replaced. If the boss doesn’t buy an F-18 or something by the end of the year, you guys are going to be out of a job.” Burton clearly had little confidence in the state of the aging aircraft. The high maintenance costs and the exorbitantly priced consumable parts needed for each flight made it a money-burning machine.

The F-14, nicknamed the Tomcat, was a twin-seat, multi-role supersonic fighter jet that began production in the 1970s. Many were familiar with this variable-sweep wing aircraft, which the United States had sold to Iran and other nations. One could only wonder what price the Red Scorpion paid to acquire these two F-14s from the hangar. Such advanced military hardware couldn’t be found on the market, even among outdated models, as many of its technologies were still beyond reach for the latest civilian technologies.

“What about Balrus and Jesse? Commander Natasha sent word that Colonel Yahann Frank is taking a team to engage ‘Holy Mercury Mirror’ and could need air support at any moment. Make sure we have at least one plane ready to fly.” Abla glanced at another F-14 parked nearby. That damned guy, earning a hefty salary, didn’t even have the decency to be more professional, still caught up in the Turkish baths with those girls.

“Got it, got it! Those two guys’ planes are just as unreliable as yours. I’ll make sure your war eagle is ready before dinner. And remember, be gentle; this old rust bucket might just fall apart in the air. Ha ha! You fool! Don’t do that. Hand me the wrench; damn it, I should shove your head into the engine’s nozzle myself.” Burton, the Bearded Squad Leader, grumbled a promise to Abla and turned his attention back to the urgent maintenance work, barking orders at the struggling mechanics.

Operating a fighter jet was no joke—it wasn’t something just any group could afford.

In a dark corner of the airport, a jet-black shadow slithered by, disguised as a desert cobra. The gold giant dragon Gold Coin moved stealthily around the airport, waiting for the right moment to strike. However, it showed no courtesy to various metallic objects along the way. Screws, wires, copper pieces—all vanished without a trace as it glided by. After observing for a while, it darted into the arms depot; having endured the destruction of human weapons, it held a deep-seated hatred for the ammunition stockpile.

Aysulu followed its own schedule, and at nine o’clock, while the entire Aysulu basin was lit, the desert outside lay bathed in silver moonlight, easily visible even without street lamps.

Lin Mo sat bored, watching the television, unable to sleep. With Gold Coin absent and lacking a timer, he could only glance at the TV as the time slowly ticked toward nine. Surprisingly, Aysulu had its own television station with just one or two people working there, mostly broadcasting the leaders’ speeches and a bit of adult content. Now, with such advanced electronic devices, the station felt like a ragtag group of five.

As the clock struck nine, reminiscent of the midnight tradition during the Chinese New Year, Lin Mo suddenly heard a series of rapid gunshots and continuous explosions outside, echoing all around.

The battle had begun!

“Nine o’clock, time’s up!” Inside the Red Scorpion’s arms depot, the gold giant dragon glanced at a small LCD screen, glowing faintly at the end of its tail, indicating the Aysulu time was exactly nine o’clock. Its bean-sized eyes flickered with bright red light; it was time to feast!

For others, war meant risking life, but for the gold giant dragon Gold Coin, consuming and causing destruction were its primary missions, eating as much as possible and creating chaos that would leave the enemy unable to react.

Looking at the crates of bullets, grenades, and rockets in the warehouse, it smiled wickedly!

A shadow shot toward the weapon rack.

Lin Mo lay in bed, making no moves. This chaos outside was merely the Twin Stars of the Night Intelligence Group stirring things up to attract attention, competing with the enemy causing division and destruction, a method the Night Intelligence Group had mastered well.

Flashes of flames continuously lit up Lin Mo’s room. It seemed that a lot of explosives had been used for this chaos, and the internal purge of the Red Scorpion also spurred a counter-reaction from some “nail” elements who had narrowly escaped disaster, further adding fuel to the fire amid the uproar!

Outside, voices called out; it was Ivan’s voice, and footsteps echoed as the Elite Guard members gathered. Lin Mo took his time to get out of bed and start straightening his clothes.

As he opened the door, he heard Ivan loudly addressing the guards, apparently assigning tasks. Upon seeing Lin Mo, he grabbed an AK-74 from a soldier carrying a large pile of guns and tossed it directly to Lin Mo. “Catch!”

Finally, it seemed they were going to arm him. Lin Mo caught the loaded AK-74 mid-air; this house contained its own small arms depot.

Ivan then pointed upstairs, saying, “Go up to protect Commander Natasha!” The house was five stories tall, and the beautiful commander’s bedroom was on the fourth floor.

It appeared that Ivan highly trusted him. After witnessing Lin Mo’s skills, he probably believed that if Lin Mo did harbor any ill intentions, Natasha and Colonel Yahann Frank would have likely been taken out during their last scuffle.

Lin Mo understood Ivan’s gesture clearly as he went up carrying the AK-74. Behind him, Ivan continued assigning tasks, and footsteps filled the air as a small squad of guards rushed past Lin Mo, heading outside to form a defensive line.

Reaching the fourth floor, Lin Mo pulled a maid aside and inquired about Natasha’s room, then found the door and knocked.

“Who is it?” Natasha’s cautious voice came from within.

“Morin!” Lin Mo replied.

“Come in!” Natasha seemed to relax a bit, her wariness fading. At this moment, the chance of an assassin appearing was at its highest.

Lin Mo gently pushed the door open and saw Natasha already dressed in full combat gear, inserting a pistol into her waist holster at the vanity. She turned and noticed Lin Mo leaning against the door with his gun.

Natasha flipped the makeup mirror around, revealing a wall filled with various firearms behind the frame. She picked one out, checking it in her hands while smiling at Lin Mo. “What’s up? Did Ivan send you to protect me?” Unlike Ivan, she seemed to have complete trust in Lin Mo.

“Mm!” Lin Mo understood only the word “protect.” If he had other motives, he would have likely opened fire with the AK at that moment, clueless to the fact that such a deadly assassin was lying in wait beside the beautiful commander.

The battle-hardened Dragon Knight was not a rookie on the battlefield. Even when facing the enemy, he remained calm and composed, precluding any visible flaws. This alone was something most agents couldn’t match.

Lin Mo walked past Natasha and her large bed, arriving at the window. He pulled back the curtains to look outside, wanting to know how Gold Coin was faring on its mission. This fellow carried a timing crystal and wouldn’t miss the moment.

In Natasha’s eyes, Lin Mo looked like a loyal guardian, standing vigilant at the window against potential enemies.

But Lin Mo was not admiring the scenery; he was observing the battle unfolding in the streets outside. Lines of fire crisscrossed, with explosions booming and flames erupting in several locations. He was most concerned about the direction of the airport, and soon enough, he heard the sound of fierce explosions coming from that way, even seeing missiles trailing bright tails shoot out.

Lin Mo was taken aback. Gold Coin was having too much fun, setting off fireworks. It needed to keep the noise down!

“What are you looking at? My guards are the most elite warriors!” Natasha remarked, noticing Lin Mo’s focused gaze outside. Like her soldiers, she wore dark desert camouflage and was fully armed, even carrying a tactical dagger at her waist.

Lin Mo glanced back at Natasha but said nothing. This woman still had her uses.

Perhaps accustomed to Lin Mo’s earlier silence, Natasha simply smiled and didn’t think much of it. She approached the window, cautiously lifting one corner of the curtain to peek outside, where armed militants were engaging in firefights.

The Night Intelligence Group’s various operational teams quickly performed their tasks, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Aysulu was thrown into chaos. Gunfire and explosions filled the air, reminiscent of the night of China’s New Year, with the ground trembling from powerful detonations.

Suddenly, the phone rang in the room, causing Natasha’s face to change. She walked over to the bedside telephone and picked up the receiver.