Chapter 95
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Chapter 95: Brutality! Swallowing Bullets Without Spitting Out Casings
“Understood. Deploy two battalions and the reserves right away. Seal off the streets and cut off each district to surround them. Send out all armored vehicles, along with Mustafa’s security team. Have them notify everyone to stay indoors; those who disobey will be shot. What about Haus’s people? They are also moving? Good! Use all force to suppress; leave no one alive. We must resolve this before dawn. Do not worry about civilian casualties. Pass the information down: starting tonight, a full curfew is in effect. We must make them understand our might.” Natasha spoke seriously into the phone as she learned about the situation in Aysulu. It seemed that as soon as the first gunshot rang out, she had already arranged the proper actions.
Then she made another call. “I want Lawrence Cotler. Yes, good!” Moments later, as Lawrence picked up the phone, Natasha said, “I’ve arranged for two battalions to block the streets, and all key departments are under control. Yes, we will resolve the fighting before dawn. These clowns can no longer hold on; everything is under control.”
As the gunshots erupted, both open and covert battles unfolded according to plan, dependent on how well each side managed the details. The more you think and plan, the better you can maintain the initiative.
Lin Mo was surprised to see how capable this seemingly alluring commander was in making strategic decisions. It’s true that you can’t judge a person by their appearance.
“Morin!”
“Hmm?!” Lin Mo turned his head back from the window, likely knowing that the airport was in chaos due to Gold Coin.
“Come with me to the airport!” Natasha said, not bothering if Lin Mo heard her as she walked out of the bedroom, prompting Lin Mo to quickly follow.
“Ivan! Ivan!” Natasha shouted as she walked.
“Commander, what’s the matter?!” The captain of the Elite Guard, wearing a black beret, rushed to Natasha’s side upon hearing her call.
“Gather everyone; we’re heading to the airport! The chaos there has already been contained,” Natasha told Ivan. “Mr. Lawrence has also made his way to the airport. We need to concentrate our forces just in case and avoid being taken down one by one. The Elite Guard will serve as the reserve, ready for the final sweep.”
It was clear that Natasha had long prepared for a potential rebellion at the headquarters. If they couldn’t suppress it, they could evacuate via plane from the airport. In addition to two F-14s, there were three armed helicopters stationed at the airport, which were significantly easier to obtain and weaponize than fighter jets.
Because it was a strategic transfer, it was even more grand than their usual outings. Natasha had more Elite Guard members surrounding her. In addition to Natasha’s black bulletproof Bentley, there were over a dozen Humvees and Jeeps providing secure protection. Each Jeep was equipped with heavy machine guns, ready to retaliate against anyone daring to stop the convoy.
Gunshots rang out continuously along the way, as the Elite Guard never ceased fire, using their firepower to clear a path. After losing three Jeeps and a Humvee, with over ten dead and twenty injured, they finally arrived at the airport half an hour later.
Gold Coin had followed Lin Mo’s plan, lighting fires in a few inconspicuous places, firing rockets outward, or shooting randomly before hiding away.
At that moment, order had returned to the airport, with every area under tight security. Every ten steps, there was a guard; every five steps, a lookout, with light and heavy machine guns set up in every corner. Most of the Elite Guard had gathered here.
They had an estimated strength equivalent to a battalion, all wearing bulletproof vests and carrying AK-74s, complete with mortars and snipers—a standard enhanced battalion. They even had three tanks, representing the strongest armed unit of the Red Scorpion.
Here, Lin Mo nearly spotted the upper echelons of the Red Scorpion. Besides Colonel Yahann Frank, who was leading the troops outside, the nominal authorities—Lawrence Cotler, Intelligence Chief Haus (Ma Jun), and Officer Mustafa—were inside an airport warehouse, setting up radio and communication devices while laying out maps of the entire basin, functioning as a battle command center, controlling the suppression of the Aysulu rebellion.
Taking a moment, Lin Mo slipped outside the command center’s storage area, his black Elite Guard uniform serving as the perfect camouflage, allowing him to move through as if in an uninhabited realm.
“Gold Coin, Gold Coin! Where are you?” Once inside the airport, Lin Mo called out in his mind, having spotted the Red Scorpion’s biggest reliance—two F-14 Tomcats—readying on the tarmac, with ground crew busy loading ammunition. Lin Mo recognized the AGM-65 Mavericks, Rocket Pods, and several aerial bombs hanging under the wings, enhancing the F-14’s ground attack capabilities, which were also known as “Bomb Cats.”
“Morin, I’m by the hangar. By the way, that black Jeep, I’ll flash my headlights twice to show you.” Gold Coin communicated in Lin Mo’s mind. This soul contract conversation was limited by the power and distance of the Dragon Knight’s spirit; Lin Mo and Gold Coin could only communicate telepathically within a distance of about two kilometers.
“Holy cow!” Lin Mo was surprised that Gold Coin had managed to swallow an entire car. How audacious! Of course, he also spotted the open-top Jeep a little further away, flashing its headlights twice toward him.
Two careless individuals, perhaps thinking to take the car, climbed aboard, frantically starting it up. But it wasn’t moving as they anticipated; it suddenly turned and accelerated on its own.
The passengers shouted in panic, believing the car had gone out of control, desperately wrestling with the steering wheel. But it wasn’t that easy; the Jeep, now consumed by the gold giant dragon, emitted a deafening roar. The tires screeched against the ground, kicking up black smoke, as it charged crazily toward Lin Mo.
In just three seconds, the dragon Jeep reached a nearly two-hundred-mile-per-hour speed, far exceeding its designed limit, before suddenly screeching to a halt. The two Red Scorpion personnel who had forgotten to fasten their seatbelts were hurled from their seats by sheer inertia, screaming as they flew several meters through the air, crashing heavily before Lin Mo—clearly dead.
The abruptly halted dragon Jeep drifted sharply across the cement, positioning itself in front of Lin Mo, less than three meters away from the two heaps of lifeless bodies. The door of the pilot’s seat flung open with a thud, inviting Lin Mo to hop in.
This sudden turn of events shocked the Red Scorpion personnel in the airport, some witnessing the two individuals actually die. Many more couldn’t even react in time.
The closest individuals tried to check on the situation, but unexpectedly, a heavy machine gun rose from the backseat of the Jeep without warning, belching out a long chain of bullets, unleashing a hail of fire on the unprepared Red Scorpion personnel, mowing them down in swathes.
The gunfire lit up Lin Mo’s face as he experienced a surge of bullets passing by him. The barrage paused for a moment before resuming on the other side of Lin Mo, spitting fire once more, continuing to unleash metal projectiles. This mechanical control for Gold Coin was trivial.
“Morin! What are you doing? Come back!” Ivan noticed the chaos at the airport and saw Lin Mo standing next to the out-of-control Jeep.
Hearing Ivan’s call, Lin Mo turned his head, casually tossing aside his beret and AK-74. He saluted Ivan with a Patton salute, then nonchalantly stepped over the bodies of the dead Red Scorpion personnel and boarded the Jeep transformed by the gold giant dragon. He saw pilots beginning to board the F-14 nearby.
“Morin! Damn it!” Ivan’s heart dropped as he realized that Lin Mo was the infiltrator. How could he not have seen it? It was utterly unfathomable.
Ivan raised his AK-74 to aim at Lin Mo, but before he could pull the trigger, a flurry of scorching bullets swept toward him. Ivan reacted swiftly, throwing himself to the ground. But the Elite Guards around him weren’t so fortunate; they were struck down in a horizontal line against the wall of the warehouse, some even caught by large-caliber bullets that severed them in half.
The Jeep Lin Mo sat in was like it was controlled by no one. He hadn’t even placed his hands on the steering wheel, as the rear-mounted heavy machine gun opened fire indiscriminately, releasing brutal torrents of bullets. The bullets on the chain were of different calibers, yet the gold giant dragon controlled them instinctively, adjusting the caliber in the moment the bullets were chambered.
Lin Mo had no idea how many bullets Gold Coin had prepared beforehand, but now it was clear that the more the better. The rear heavy machine gun spun wildly, blasting out ferocious firepower without needing to aim.
“Charge toward those two F-14s! Remember, don’t harm the planes!” Lin Mo instructed the Jeep beneath him.
“Charge!” Gold Coin’s voice roared alongside the engine’s roar. It had been a long time since it felt this exhilarating, and the bullets seemed endless, far exceeding the standard ammunition count. This ferocious firepower made the dragon Jeep feel like it was in an uninhabited realm, sweeping aside all in its path, leaving chaos and bloodshed behind.
To be precise, if Lin Mo hadn’t considered the destructive power of the fired bullets, Gold Coin would have barely bothered to eject the casings. It was playing a game of swallowing bullets without spitting out casings, enjoying the feast of destruction.
In truth, the Night Intelligence Group’s Twin Stars didn’t have high expectations for Lin Mo. They hadn’t provided any prior arrangements for support or assistance for him now that he had reached the Red Scorpion airport. Lin Mo was essentially fighting alone.
Almost all the Elite Guards recognized the newcomer, the betrayer who had only joined the ranks days ago. From a distance and nearby, their firepower aimed squarely at Lin Mo.
