Chapter 400

Chapter 400: Not Hungry Today, Eight Parts Full

This was indeed a surprising situation.

The members of Blackwater ambushed Lin Mo, but they did not expect to be taken advantage of by the Chinese agents, turning Lin Mo’s trap into a snare for Blackwater’s forces.

From the other side of the passage, three Chinese agents dashed out, quick and decisive, raising their guns and firing without hesitation.

The Blackwater assassin attempting to throw the Lan Ye Ci in a desperate gamble was struck by several electric bolts on the spot. A powerful electric current surged into their bodies all at once, making them feel like a hundred ants were gnawing at their bones. Unable to scream, they curled up like shrimps, immobilized and collapsing to the ground, subjected to their own trap.

“Be careful!”

At the same time, an electric bolt had broken away from its target, dragging a long wire toward Lin Mo.

He swiftly swung his watch-dagger in front of him, and the electric bolt struck the oddly shaped dagger in his hand. However, the powerful current attached to the bolt failed to produce its expected effect, only sparking briefly with small arcs of electricity before vanishing.

As a metal master with some electromagnetic talent, the gold giant dragon seemed to attract the electric bolt to itself, absorbing the fainting current into its supercapacitor.

For the gold giant dragon, evolving non-conductive metal was not a challenge—there were several rare metals in another world that had insulating properties.

“Are you alright?”

The agents from the Security Bureau rushed over quickly to check for any injuries.

During Lin Mo’s combat with the assassins, no one shouted or screamed. The sounds of blade clashes were largely drowned out by the noise of the train, and passengers in other sleeper compartments were unaware of the fierce death struggle occurring in the passage.

However, the first scream drew attention from many passengers. As some curious onlookers began to peek out, a shout of “Get down! We’re from the Security Bureau!” eliminated any thoughts of braving the situation. Who knew what terrible events were happening outside? Better to stay lying in bed while the national security agents took control of the situation.

They hadn’t taken more than a few steps when a scream echoed out. From Lin Mo’s sleeper compartment, a bald, muscular man—shrouded in arcs of electricity and smoke—flew out and crashed heavily against the train window, his force nearly shattering it.

What a powerful electric weapon; could it be an electric rifle?

The man had been blasted away; could there still be allies in that compartment?

This place had practically become a gathering of electric weaponry, with one surprise after another.

The Security Bureau agents at both ends of the sleeper compartment stared at the scorched figure, who seemed like a rare fish that had slipped through the net. This unfortunate soul was breathing heavily, nearly out of breath, making them wonder if he had stumbled upon a high-voltage transformer.

The Gold Coin, guarding the “Dragon General” tactical armor inside the suitcase, was no easy target.

The gold giant dragon had a supercapacitor, masquerading as a combination lock on the handle, fully charged. Its discharge power rivaled that of an Amazon electric eel, capable of releasing five hundred volts, recharging every hour.

If it weren’t for the gold giant dragon’s moderate efficiency in converting electrical energy through magnetic fields, it could almost earn a title as a lightning dragon, an innate electric weapon.

In the sleeper compartment, as a bright blue flash of electricity lit up, Nong Lan and Bayu both shuddered. No one expected such a dangerous mechanism would accompany their luggage.

The pilot wasn’t just bold; he really had guts.

Blackwater played a clever game, aiming to eliminate persons and seize items.

If they truly obtained the “Dragon General,” it would be like slapping the Chinese military and intelligence agencies hard in the face, the loss being incalculable.

Yet Lin Mo, bold as ever, had brought it out.

“Quick, clean up the scene.”

A lead Security Bureau agent swiftly navigated around the dining car, arriving in front of Lin Mo. After a quick glance up and down, he sighed in relief and said, “Dragon Knight, are you injured? What an unexpected turn today; it’s quite unfortunate to have everyone gathered.”

“No, I’m fine! Very well indeed!” Lin Mo replied, feigning calm as he twisted a few times on the watch that had transformed into a dagger. The sharp blade retracted, returning to the shape of a watch once more.

Indeed, it was Memory Alloy, and the design was exceptionally clever, the lead agent thought to himself.

No one from their side was injured; they were incredibly lucky to have caught the enemy off guard while Lin Mo engaged them.

They had just received the notification that their country’s pilot was facing a threat from foreign mercenary assassins. They hurriedly dispatched a team for investigation and protection.

Although they had started to take action, they did not expect the enemy to act so quickly. Thankfully, Lin Mo held them off for a while, giving them time to respond.

The enemy disguised as crew members were selling boxed meals to attract Lin Mo’s attention while blocking one side of the corridor. Meanwhile, they disguised as passengers and took advantage of Lin Mo’s unguarded state as he paid with one hand and took the boxed meal with the other to launch their attack.

However, no matter how clever their plan, they did not foresee that fate was on Lin Mo’s side.

Seven parts were determined by fate, while three parts relied on effort.

If it was destined to fail, then no matter what arrangements Blackwater made, it would be futile.

From beginning to end, Lin Mo was never alone; another pair of eyes was watching over his safety.

With intention and lack of awareness, ambushing a Dragon Knight was nearly impossible.

“Get ready, these guys are quite troublesome. Be careful; they’re all outlaws,” Lin Mo said, glancing at the bald man turning into charred remains, realizing that the adversary had set their sights on his suitcase. He hadn’t paid much attention when the man broke into his sleeper compartment, trusting that the Gold Coin would handle it.

He wondered what force had such keen senses, able to detect that he carried tactical armor. Could they have secretly scanned him with radar or X-ray equipment?

Lin Mo already suspected that his whereabouts had been exposed. He looked up at the surveillance camera at the end of the carriage, realizing that public monitoring wasn’t very reliable. After all, it wasn’t part of the national security or special operations monitoring networks, and it might have been hacked.

They likely used facial recognition software to track his location.

Technology improves life, but it also restricts it.

He firmly decided that his next move should be to change routes and take a more secluded path.

“Okay, please rest assured. We’ll handle the rest,” the lead agent turned to his subordinates and commanded, “Double cuff them, making sure they have wrist cuffs, thumb cuffs, and leg irons—none should be missing. Also, add two more restraining chains. Oh, and shave their heads completely. Search their bodies thoroughly, leave no corner unchecked. These bastards are cunning!”

He walked into Lin Mo’s sleeper compartment and nodded at Nong Lan and Bayu, who were sitting neatly on the bed, “We know every move you make. Keep it up.”

There were no excessive words or praises, but it made Nong Lan and Bayu feel surprised and thrilled. Thankfully, they had followed the rules and didn’t act recklessly; otherwise, they might have ended up being zapped by the electric gun too.

Watching the bald man who touched the suitcase only to be thrown back by a dazzling arc of electricity, Bayu thought to himself how lucky he was—not having any bad ideas. This “Dragon Knight” was truly formidable; setting such cunning defenses around his luggage was simply terrifying.

Lin Mo returned to the sleeper compartment, holding the boxed meals safe and sound. Instead of the three big bags he intended to buy, he had emptied half of the meal cart, bringing back forty boxed meals that took up half of his bed.

“Are you okay?”

Nong Lan, who had been worried about Lin Mo’s safety, saw him return seemingly unaffected with the boxed meals. She unknowingly squeezed the walnuts she hadn’t put down, making a few crisp cracking sounds as the shells shattered.

It was tougher to crush a single walnut, but several walnuts adjusted their pressure points, making them easier to break (her cousin would eat walnuts this way).

“Here, let’s eat!” Lin Mo did not answer Nong Lan’s question but instead pushed aside the snacks on the small table by the window, piling the boxed meals high, and without looking up, said, “Do you want braised pork chop or cured chicken leg? Pick for yourself; feel free to eat.”

These were his spoils, so he didn’t have to pay a cent. He was glad to save money, not just taking twelve portions. The unattended meal cart allowed Lin Mo to grab as he pleased, while the agents from the Security Bureau were too busy to notice his opportunistic behavior.

Let the railway department grieve over their lost lunch.

Opening the bamboo chopsticks, Lin Mo began to savor his free lunch by the window, thoroughly enjoying the food that cost nothing. After doing a little “pre-meal exercise,” his appetite was even more heightened.

The corridor outside the sleeper compartment was quickly tidied up.

Several railway police in uniforms pretended to arrest fugitives, dragging the unfortunate souls who had been subdued toward the front of the train.

At the next station, those unfortunate fellows would be taken off the train—where they were going was not Lin Mo’s concern.

After all, while the National Security Bureau and Special Operations Team had overlapping duties, they each belonged to distinct branches.

Having only eaten half a boxed meal, Nong Lan lost her appetite as empty boxes quickly stacked up on the floor. The pilot’s appetite made her feel a bit terrified; he devoured food meant for ten people in a whirlwind, and yet he was still going for more.

Bayu held his meal box, mouth agape, staring at the performance of this big eater, not knowing where his limits were.

However, after finishing most of the food, Lin Mo patted his hardly bulging belly and took out a water cup, elegantly sipping from it.

“Hmm, not hungry today; I’m eight parts full!”

Clatter! The chopsticks in Nong Lan and Bayu’s hands fell to the ground simultaneously.

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