Chapter 345

Chapter 345: The Legacy of "Caviar"

“Whoosh!”

As Okinets looked at the empty street, he suddenly recalled something he had just witnessed. His companion, Ilya, was right; the sudden punch that knocked down a large water buffalo displayed extraordinary strength. It completely neutralized the buffalo’s momentum, and the puncher didn’t even change color or wobble; it seemed like he still had power left to spare.

Wasn’t this the definition of a terminator? It was simply too powerful and terrifying.

“Is it Chinese kung fu?” Okinets immediately thought of one of China’s most famous martial arts!

The ancient Oriental nation, as one of the four great ancient civilizations that have not been extinguished, boasts martial arts that represent personal strength and skill. It often unleashes powers beyond ordinary imagination—mysterious and mighty.

Perhaps "hiding the tiger and letting the dragon out" perfectly describes the vast population of this great nation—when the base population is large, naturally, through probability, the number of geniuses and prodigies will also be significantly higher than in other countries.

“I don’t know, but one thing is certain: the first criterion for entering a unit like ‘Night’ is, in Chinese terms, the king of soldiers.”

“King of soldiers?! That sounds strange. Soldier king?”

“No, no, no, it means the king of warriors. Damn, I don’t know how to translate it; maybe warrior king, or simply god of war.”

“How is that even possible?”

“There’s nothing impossible about it. With the world’s oldest combat techniques and the longest history of warfare, combined with a massive population, perhaps a million people might yield one king of soldiers. But with over a billion people, it is enough for China to gather several of these terrifying secret units.”

“That’s simply terrifying!”

“Exactly! You just saw it; it was just one punch! A completely unskilled blow, relying only on strength, could directly kill a buffalo on the spot. Just think about it, how many people from ‘Alpha’ or ‘Signal Flag’ could achieve that? Even the top fighters in the world’s underground boxing championships might only reach that level, and this is just a pilot.”

This is merely a pilot!

The conversation among the white men abruptly halted, and they couldn’t help but shiver. If the true king of soldiers was yet to be revealed, it would be even more formidable than the devil.

“Oh my God, let’s never encounter such an opponent again! I would rather commit suicide!”

“Don’t worry, Dereck! The Chinese won’t casually deploy such units. It’s already lucky we encountered one here.”

“Should we even attempt to make contact with them?”

“Why not? Didn’t you see the special agents from other countries already moving out? This target is quite a special individual; his strength doesn’t just lie in the displayed martial prowess. Remember, never judge a book by its cover.”

“Yes, Hansen, but what you’re saying frightens me.”

“Okinets, Dereck, this is a mission! Even if we cannot secure him, we must leave a good impression. You know, like boiling a frog in warm water? In Chinese, we say, ‘You can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry.’ The seeds you plant will eventually sprout.”

“Yes, boss Hansen!”

“I, Okinets, will definitely complete the mission.”

“Alright, alright, don’t be so formal! This is just an informal contact; we’ll just have a few words and gauge the situation. Soon, we’ll approach them.”

The group of white men lingered in the alley, chatting briefly before leaving through the other end. They didn’t seem worried about losing the target. As agents of a secret intelligence organization from Russia, they had various ways to track targets.

Besides the technological civilization in this world, the culinary culture also attracted dragon knights from another realm. The tea here could aid in mental recovery, which was an unexpected harvest in exploring this world’s wonders.

Moreover, the unique combination of herbs and spices used in Thai cuisine fascinated Lin Mo greatly. He even discovered several materials identical to the magical spices that helped improve the success rate of magic spells, all at astonishingly low prices.

If he could bring back a few trains worth to Lin Mo’s original world, it would surely be an extremely lucrative windfall.

Lin Mo praised this resource-rich world, just like gold coins, appreciating that even the soil contained magic silver (titanium). The developed industrial base made the alchemists and blacksmiths of the Su Lan Empire seem almost like primitive men.

In another world, magic silver and alloy products constituted strategic materials or family heirlooms, easily obtainable for those with money. Almost all of it was open to the public market—how shocking was that?

Materials that assist in mental recovery, akin to the functions of magical spices, were practically dirt-cheap here. This place was not only a paradise for gold giant dragons but also for magicians and warriors, where they could discover resources beyond imagination.

The only regret was that the elemental power in this world was not only sparse but also highly inert. Even high-level battle mages here would have their strength reduced by three levels, making it difficult to cast powerful spells.

Lin Mo spent all the Thai baht left in his pocket to buy these spices. His actions puzzled the followers behind him. Did he intend to make a whole barbecue, treating these spices as ingredients, completely unaware of Lin Mo’s true purpose for buying them?

Only Lin Mo, inheriting the knowledge of two civilizations, knew how to discover the special uses of certain resources.

“Hi hi!”

A few white tourists waved their DSLR cameras at Lin Mo, seemingly asking him to help take a photo.

“OK! OK!”

It was just a simple task, and Lin Mo didn’t mind. In fact, he had already encountered several tourists asking for such small favors on his journey. They only approached other tourists for help, fearing to hand expensive cameras to locals, worried that the locals might run away with them.

As a tourist city, Songkhla welcomed a stream of travelers all year round, becoming an important economic pillar for the area.

Lin Mo was no longer a novice with a DSLR camera; holding a foreign tourist’s Pentax camera, he took a few pictures to help out.

“Thank you! ‘Dragon Knight’!”

A bearded white man with a yellowish beard took the camera Lin Mo returned and nodded with a smile.

“Oh?!”

Hearing his codename being called, Lin Mo was taken aback at first, then raised an eyebrow. These tourists seemed to have unusual identities.

“Hi! Hi! Don’t worry, we mean no harm! I know you understand English.”

The bearded man stepped back and waved his hand, visibly cautious and worried that a single wrong word might provoke a punch from Lin Mo. Compared to a large water buffalo, his small frame was certainly lacking.

The three approaching white men were also very tense, moving cautiously as if facing a formidable enemy. One of them even subtly reached for his lower back, where a large-caliber handgun for agents was concealed.

To them, Lin Mo appeared like a human-shaped beast, the ultimate demon who could kill without blinking an eye.

“Weapon detected! Unknown model. The gun is made from non-metallic composite materials, unable to identify the specific type. Only the bullet has a full steel core, with a diameter of 1.143 centimeters, approximately 0.45 inches in caliber. The casing is also non-metal, likely a Colt pistol round, suspected to be a Colt M1911 based on the Western grip.”

Lin Mo’s gold giant dragon wristwatch suddenly vibrated, and he heard the sound of gold coins in his mind. The military-grade high-density storage chip in the watch recorded a vast amount of weapon data, spanning a thousand years of human weapon history in this world, from fighter jets to daggers, with outlines and features documented. The appropriated CISC high-performance processor became the best tool to assist the gold coins, requiring minimal effort for data retrieval. It even provided Lin Mo with straightforward help without him lifting a finger.

The metal detection capability of the gold coins, combined with the continuously operating microcomputer system inside the watch, transformed it into a 24-hour weapon scanner with a sensing radius of 1,000 meters. After scanning through the preprogrammed operating system and loaded software, results were instantly returned.

“Who are you?”

Their wariness was indeed justified, and Lin Mo felt the battle energy flowing rapidly within him.

The fact that they could call out his codename indicated that their identities were quite significant. He usually exercised caution and seldom reported his codename, even while piloting a fighter jet, to avoid being overheard.

Besides, the relevant departments back home had implemented multiple layers of confidentiality measures, making it a bit alarming that they could find him like this.

“My name is Hansen Netskov. Do you know ‘Caviar’?”

“Hmm?” Lin Mo was somewhat surprised. ‘Caviar’, Leonid Ivanov, a Russian volunteer, had once worked with him in Pakistan with the Indians. He nodded, “I know!”

“‘Caviar’ is Leonid Ivanov. I believe you’ve heard of him. He asked me to pass something to you.” It seemed Hansen Netskov had come well prepared.

“What is it?”

During their time in Pakistan, he had maintained a decent relationship with the Old Russian. This guy could finally remember him, but clearly, finding him was more complicated than simply being a deliveryman.

“I know this won’t immediately earn your trust, ‘Dragon Knight’.” Hansen Netskov smiled, noticing Lin Mo’s thoughts, and waved to his companions. “Okinets, bring over what ‘Caviar’ entrusted to transfer to ‘Dragon Knight’.”

He turned back to Lin Mo and continued, “These are my partners: Okinets, Ivan, Seryozha Berekov, and Zoe Masud. We are Russians, and your Chinese colleagues should be familiar with us. Rest assured, we come without malice; our role here is just as intermediaries.”