Chapter 433

Chapter 433: Envy! Jealousy! Hatred!

I must say, Lin Mo’s "Dragon General" tactical armor for ground and air combat is indeed very eye-catching. At first glance, it looks quite impressive and certainly stands out.

However, its functionality is incredibly powerful. The country’s specially customized fighter jet operating system has reserved remote control program interfaces, which are usually not utilized, but once Lin Mo donned the "Dragon General," it immediately activated this functional module.

Even though Henghai Defense, which produces the "Dragon General," and Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group, which manufactures the J-10B, are not part of the same system, it does not prevent seamless data transfer between the two operating systems.

Data flashed in front of Lin Mo, displaying aircraft performance and status parameters. Using his pupils as a cursor, he closed the program module connected to the fighter jet, and his view cleared up.

"What’s wrong?"

Lin Mo heard Wang Xuejun, still seated in the cockpit, exclaim in surprise, as the visor filter automatically retracted into the helmet, revealing his eyes.

Although the roar of the engine had completely vanished, he might still feel some auditory delay; yet, the sound still traveled across the open tarmac.

"What pressure suit is that? What brand? I’ve never seen anything like it!"

Wang Xuejun, who initially had questions about the ultra-low altitude Cobra maneuver, was completely captivated by Lin Mo’s “pressure suit.” His eyes sparkled like a food lover catching sight of a delicious meal.

He quickly climbed out of the cockpit, leaping forward, taking rapid strides toward Lin Mo. Normally, he wouldn’t bother getting close to this annoying Number One, but now, something far more attractive made him forget how detestable he once found Lin Mo, who nearly embarrassed him before.

Wei Yuni from Aircraft Number Three almost scrambled out at the same speed. She had used good pressure suits before, even some valued over a million yuan, yet she had never heard of this style on Lin Mo. What use could such defensive plates have in the sky?

To stop bullets?

Bullets over 23mm caliber?

Wasn’t that a joke?

What kind of armor could defend against cannon rounds capable of smashing fighter jets? Even armored vehicles wouldn’t claim they could fully withstand that.

Come on, today isn’t April Fool’s Day!

Seeing Wang Xuejun and Wei Yuni approach with wide eyes, staring at him, along with the shocked expression of Number 45 behind them, Lin Mo realized that his flashy tactical armor had left them greatly astonished.

"There’s nothing unusual about it. It’s just tactical armor!"

Lin Mo did not consider that he was wearing the best in the country, as technology continually evolves. Once a finished product is released, it signifies that it has already become outdated.

He fully believed that in the Henghai Defense laboratory producing this tactical armor, there were absolutely stronger and more advanced suits than the one he wore, as manufacturers of such gear usually lean toward developing cold weaponry products.

After unclasping the vacuum lock beneath his neck, Lin Mo removed his helmet, revealing his calm face. Compared to Meng Yinan, who was next to him with sweat soaking her pressure suit and large wet patches forming, it was as if they weren’t even in the same fighter jet. Their physical conditions were simply incomparable.

With a woman’s inherent attention to detail, Wei Yuni’s pupils constricted, her heart racing. Number One was indeed the top contender among all candidates, his fitness level astonishingly high, almost unheard of.

After such a maneuver, his companion was nearly exhausted, while he appeared as if nothing had happened, not even a bead of sweat on his forehead; “terrifying” was the only word to describe him.

On the ground, he might also be a true king of soldiers. No doubt, this guy claimed to be a soldier king—hmm, even if it were true, he shouldn’t hit people like this.

"Tactical armor? Digital protective gear? You must be joking!"

Wang Xuejun thought he had misheard. What was this world coming to? Aviators were aviators; what was the point of wearing ground combat gear in the sky? Were they about to fight with automatic rifles up there?

This was simply unbelievable. Why not take an armored vehicle to the sky as well? Did the Air Force really need such strong defensive capabilities?

"That’s right, it’s dual-use for ground and air. In another year or two, you might also get equipped with one."

Lin Mo shrugged. He had no idea that others didn’t have the powerful network of connections he did, allowing him to experience such advanced, era-defining equipment ahead of time.

The development cycle for military weaponry often spans over ten or even twenty years. Therefore, some of the equipment Lin Mo has access to appears very futuristic, but that futuristic feel is real. In fact, it is something that will only begin to be deployed in the future.

"You, where did you get that?"

A year or two? How ridiculous! What are we, little kids playing with mud?

Wang Xuejun stammered a bit. This Number One seems to have a more complicated background than he initially thought. His former idea of being the top dog disappeared in an instant.

Winning through connections is one thing, but when it comes to powerful networks, Wang Xuejun could never compete with Lin Mo.

Perhaps this is somewhat exaggerated, but it contains a lot of truth. Lin Mo clearly has powerful connections, as shown by his access to such equipment.

On the side, Wei Yuni remained silent, her eyes wide open as she watched the conversation between Wang Xuejun and Lin Mo, filled with curiosity and confusion.

Ever since she first encountered Number One, unexpectedly shocking events kept occurring alongside him. It seemed there would always be some unknown surprise, but when would everything be completely revealed? Each unexpected turn added more layers of mystery, leaving them unable to see through this young man.

He was like the stars and the sea, always enigmatic, with countless surprises waiting to be discovered.

"Someone gave it to me! Sorry, we need to take a shower!" Lin Mo had no intention of continuing the conversation about state secrets. He winked at Wei Yuni, then patted Meng Yinan’s shoulder and said, "Number Eighteen, let’s go take a shower!"

"Oh, great!"

Lin Mo’s words hit the mark with Meng Yinan, who felt damp and cold, completely uncomfortable standing around. He was already tired of this chattering Number Two; hadn’t he ever seen special equipment? It was like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden.

As for tactical armor, ha! It had nothing to do with him, and he didn’t bother to think about it.

As a child at the dinner table, Meng Yinan used to stretch his body to grab food that was too far away, often causing a mess and ending up covered in food. After getting scolded a few times, he learned to be clever.

He never expected to get the things he couldn’t reach; he just needed to focus on what was in front of him. If someone could bring him food, that was great. But if not, it didn’t matter. Maybe what lay ahead was even better than what was far away, so there was no reason to get hung up on it.

Perhaps it was because of Meng Yinan’s mindset that he was recommended to join the astronaut selection.

“Hmph! What are you so proud of? I’ll get a set too! I’ll wear it to look impressive!”

Unable to stand seeing others better than himself, the young pilot brimmed with confidence, thinking he should get a set of equipment too—oh, make it seven sets! Seven styles, one for each day of the week to change and make others envious and jealous!

Lin Mo adhered to confidentiality regulations and stopped the topic, which Wang Xuejun interpreted as showing off. He scoffed softly.

He was determined to get his instructor father to help him get a set, imagining how impressive it would look.

What once seemed like a pretty good pressure suit now appeared old-fashioned in Wang Xuejun’s eyes, as if he started feeling uncomfortable all over. This jerk Number One just knew how to tease.

Wei Yuni, however, quietly covered her mouth, stifling a laugh as she watched Wang Xuejun’s expression.

This little brat, though young, exhibited flying skills that didn’t seem tender at all, not any less than the experienced pilots participating in the selection. Despite having been trained since childhood, his flying time was undoubtedly a result of hard work, but he still needed more life experience and maturity.

Just look at how Number One calmly messed up his mood. If he weren’t young and talented with vast potential, he might have already been eliminated by now.

After a long while, Wang Xuejun finally realized just how difficult it was to obtain the tactical armor that Lin Mo wore. By that time, his resentment toward Lin Mo had deepened, like a child sulking for a toy he couldn’t have.

“Ah! You’re leaving already? Hey, hey! I still have so many questions to ask! Why are you leaving? Wait for me!”

After gnashing his teeth for a moment, Wang Xuejun suddenly noticed that Lin Mo and Number Eighteen had already boarded the transport vehicle, with Number Four and Number Forty-Five squeezing in as well.

Seeing Lin Mo’s back, he realized that he had many questions about the ultra-low altitude Cobra maneuver still unanswered.

If he didn’t grasp this combat technique soon and analyze countermeasures, one day he might be defeated by someone using that tactic. That would be quite a shame.

The driver of the vehicle showed no intention of waiting, starting the engine and pulling away, leaving Wang Xuejun standing dumbfounded on the tarmac. He hurriedly shouted, chasing after them, “Wait for me! I’m not on the bus yet! Wait for me!”

“Ha ha, we’re full! You’ll have to wait for the next one!”

With the sound of the wind, Wei Yuni’s cheerful laughter echoed from afar.

On the tarmac, the next batch of pilots began to laugh loudly, watching Wang Xuejun chase after the departing transport vehicle, frustrated and flustered.