Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Submission for Inspection

The intelligence department aboard the Shilang aircraft carrier had very few people on leave. Due to the sensitivity of their identities, they couldn’t just go outside freely, and they also had to maintain communication with the domestic intelligence network.

Even though the aircraft carrier docked in port, it didn’t mean there was complete disarmament and peace; they still maintained a level of vigilance and basic operational personnel to respond to emergencies and unexpected situations.

In a reception room outside the intelligence department of the Shilang, a weathered leather box sat on the table.

“Instructor Lin, what’s this?”

Director Su Hui, head of the intelligence department, was surprised to see Captain Lin Mo, the aviation crew instructor, arriving with a leather box. This was somewhat unusual, as there was rarely any direct contact between the aviation crew and the intelligence department; any special circumstances were typically relayed through the command center.

Su Hui found this unexpected visit quite intriguing but seriously arranged a room to receive Lin Mo.

The room was equipped with special surveillance cameras, recording devices, and interference shielding equipment. It could even withstand a certain degree of explosion, used for interrogations and special communications.

As a large operational vessel and the flagship of the fleet, it was indeed very necessary for the Shilang to have such rooms designed for the intelligence department.

“I have two matters. The first is an ‘inheritance’ left by a former ‘comrade.’ I can’t accept it directly, so I need the higher-ups to help handle it. At the very least, it should still have some value. As for where it goes or how rewards are divided, I don’t mind; I leave that up to my superiors.”

Lin Mo opened the box, gesturing for Director Su to take a look, then added, “Everything’s inside!” and pushed it across to her.

“Inheritance?” Director Su was taken aback, but her mind raced. With a woman’s instinct for detail, her eyes narrowed, and she immediately thought of something. “How did you get this? Who gave it to you? When and where, and how reliable is the information?”

Once her work was involved, she snapped into action, treating Lin Mo like a suspect in an interrogation, bombarding him with a rapid-fire series of questions.

The operation of the Shilang itself was highly classified, so it posed a concern that someone could have approached a naval officer in Thailand. Did this mean the list of personnel aboard the carrier had fallen into someone else’s hands?

The potential for other military secrets to be leaked made Director Su’s heart tighten with tension.

“Uh, okay, you’d better ask one question at a time. I can’t answer too many at once,” Lin Mo said, taken aback by her urgency. Her tone felt a bit uncomfortable.

Director Su blushed and tidied her ear-length hair, somewhat embarrassed. “Oh, right, I’m sorry. You see, we in this line of work tend to break down everything to the last detail.”

“I understand. Let’s start with the first question!” Lin Mo clasped his hands, signaling his cooperation. This was expected; the nature of the intelligence department’s work was to gather every possible clue, organize, filter, and derive valuable information.

Lin Mo had a deep respect for those in intelligence work, though he usually preferred to keep his distance unless necessary.

These individuals could analyze your actions and expressions to deduce personal secrets, which meant he had to keep his own little secrets close to heart.

“Alright, let’s take them one by one,” Director Su said, smiling slightly. Instructor Lin approaching willingly indicated he was quite reliable when it came to loyalty. She raised her head and addressed a hidden camera in a corner, saying, “Little Lu, please record everything in this room for me. I also need a written transcript; secrecy level 15.”

“Understood, Director!” A young man’s voice responded from the corner speaker. A dedicated team was responsible for monitoring everything within the room.

If a pilot was untrustworthy, they’re unlikely to pass the political reviews and psychological assessments in the selection process. Compared to other branches of the military, pilots, submarine personnel, and strategists of the Second Artillery— all pretty much members of the party— were among the most reliable soldiers.

“First of all, the original owner of this item is Leonid Ivanov, a Russian, code-named ‘Caviar.’ He was also a pilot and participated in classified military operations with me. This was organized officially. ‘Caviar’ was recently killed in Syria, so according to his will, he split shares from a Caviar factory and personal belongings into several parts to gift to those who fought alongside him. The individual who delivered it is named Hansen Netskov, from the Russian intelligence department, possibly a semi-public figure, who claims to be a go-between. His three subordinates are named Okinets Ivan, Seryozha Berekov, and Zoe Masud. We met in Bangkok around nine in the morning, about five kilometers southwest of the base gate. I just happened to encounter a rampaging water buffalo, and after punching it to death, shortly after, those four Russians approached me under the pretense of helping to take pictures. They called out my code name and handed over ‘Caviar’s’ belongings, expressing hope for future cooperation without delving into further discussion.”

Lin Mo recounted their dialogue verbatim, keeping the details about his relationship with “Caviar” brief, as this involved strategic-level secrets the intelligence department of the Shilang aircraft carrier did not have the clearance to access.

“Hmm!”

As the best listener, Director Su didn’t interrupt Lin Mo and blinked rapidly, mentally cross-referencing the names he mentioned. She was quite impressed by Lin Mo’s memory, as not everyone could remember a name after hearing it once.

Human memory generally requires at least seven repetitions to form a lasting impression. Instantaneous retention can only keep related information for a few minutes; without reinforcement, it quickly fades.

“I don’t know how they found me, but they revealed a piece of news to me, which is the second matter.”

The appearance of Russian intelligence personnel in Thailand was not particularly surprising. With advanced technology, satellites could locate the Shilang aircraft carrier’s position and movement direction, and past base intelligence could verify the fleet’s course and destination easily.

More advanced systems, like a global monitoring network, could even intercept Chinese communication data packets.

“What’s the news?”

Director Su sensed something strange and peculiar in what Captain Lin had encountered.

“They told me that the unmanned combat aircraft that engaged me recently belongs to the British. Though its purpose was unclear, they knew the code name of that unmanned aircraft was ‘Falcon.’”

“Code name ‘Falcon’? Did they confirm your identity?”

“I didn’t give them a clear response, but they knew my code name.”

Lin Mo had participated in various operations, which made his impact considerable. It was likely that foreign intelligence agencies had compiled a dossier on him and tracked his information.

Many Chinese pilots patrolling near national borders have been monitored and recorded by foreign intelligence agencies. There are no secrets that aren’t exposed; with advanced reconnaissance technology and analysis experts, even Lin Mo wasn’t immune.

“Is that so? I didn’t expect the British to have such advanced aircraft,” Director Su frowned, rubbing her hands uncomfortably, clearly facing a tricky situation. She shook her head and said slowly, “It seems that the Russians are already aware of your code name, indicating that you’ve attracted their attention. Perhaps it’s due to information leaked by ‘Caviar.’”

As intelligence personnel, they always pay close attention to the subtle actions of their hands in both work and daily life.

Even with all precautions, people unconsciously reveal their true thoughts through their involuntary hand movements. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then a person’s hands often serve as the doorway to the heart.

Lin Mo recalled his combat experience in Pakistan and stated affirmatively, “When we executed secret missions, we were only permitted to use code names, prohibited from using real names or discussing our affiliated units. ‘Caviar’ only knew my operational code name and combat style.”

“Hmm, if it were me, I could confirm your affiliation through action records and satellite monitoring with a bit more effort. But don’t worry, the confidentiality level for pilots domestically is very high. Your personal information can’t be leaked. Even if someone knew your name, it wouldn’t matter. Haha, there aren’t just a few hundred thousand people named Lin Mo in China, so good luck finding specific details; that would be harder than searching for a needle in a haystack.”

Director Su rubbed her temples, slightly overwhelmed by the astonishing revelations Lin Mo brought. In just a short time, she had imagined hundreds of possibilities, a feat requiring immense mental energy.

However, seeing Lin Mo still so calm, she silently nodded at his exceptional mental resilience.

“Fortunately, they must have come with good intentions. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have given you such crucial information. Hmph, the British are getting bolder. I will report this matter to my superiors for thorough investigation.” Director Su sighed in relief and continued, “Don’t worry; we’ll handle the follow-up work. Once the adjustments are complete, we will further enhance communication confidentiality levels, so you can rest assured about your personal safety. Correspondingly, I will also submit a report to the command center to reduce your flying assignments.”

“On the way back, I encountered someone who attacked me on a motorcycle, but a Thai woman shot them with a silenced pistol. However, I suspect that woman doesn’t seem like a Thai agent. If I encounter a similar situation again, what should I do?” Lin Mo casually mentioned a small incident that occurred on his way back to the base.