Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Warning

Sally spoke about establishing an aviation system, and Lin Mo felt quite surprised. Without the support of a powerful aviation giant, building an aviation industry solely on his own would be an incredibly tough and lengthy endeavor.

Fortunately, the Dragoon Consortium’s operations in Afghanistan did not require overly powerful aerial forces. The fighter jet technology from World War II was enough to handle the mountainous battlefield conditions of Afghanistan.

In the northern mountainous region controlled by the Dragoon Consortium, jet fighters seemed overly capable, while propeller-driven fighters were much more suited to combat needs. They were not only easier to maintain but also required less demanding takeoff locations, offering a great cost-performance ratio. Additionally, their slower flight speed allowed pilots ample time for reconnaissance and attack.

Even an average civilian, with just over a hundred hours of training, could easily pilot such a low-demand beginner’s aircraft.

Most armed organizations in Afghanistan possessed primarily outdated and low-quality AK-47s. Many couldn’t even obtain original Russian models or their copies; being equipped with mortars or rocket launchers already classified them as well-equipped and powerful organizations.

However, when faced with aerial forces composed of "Super Dodo" helicopters, they were hardly superior to petty chickens and dogs. The dense area bombardments, cloud explosions, and long-range air-to-ground missile attacks meant that even hiding in the complex caves within the Afghan mountains would not guarantee safety.

Twelve "Super Dodo" helicopters could completely monopolize air superiority and maintain fire suppression over the ground. As for the occasional armed helicopters, they were nearly no match for the fully equipped "Super Dodo."

Starting anything is always difficult. Whether it was the development of the Dragoon Consortium or the establishment of the aviation industry system, Lin Mo couldn’t assist Sally much.

He couldn’t provide Sally with alloy formulas, like he did for National Defense Star, as a form of support. Afghanistan lacked a solid special smelting industry and materials research technology, so the Dragoon Consortium could only possess vast riches without realizing their value.

Just like the current Afghan government, which had over $9,080 billion in mineral resource reserves—especially lithium, essential for computer industry, earning it the title of “Saudi Arabia of lithium reserves”—it lacked the ability to develop these resources, becoming a battleground for foreign agents competing with each other.

Blood was shed in Afghanistan, lives were lost, yet the wealth was consumed by foreign powers.

During the few days Sally stayed in Paris, she made sure to spend time with Lin Mo every day. Just like how Lin Mo could not assist her, she found herself unable to provide him with any help at her current strength.

The gap between their expertise and industries was vast.

Always prepared, the Dragoon Consortium would eventually pursue diversified development. By then, Sally would be capable of providing adequate support to Lin Mo, potentially even more than what the Chinese military could offer.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. By seeing him this time, Sally’s goals became clearer, and she grew more confident about creating a perfect, worry-free backyard for both herself and him.

During the exhibition, Sally brought Lin Mo the delicious food she had meticulously prepared herself every day after his flying performances.

More often than not, she quietly watched him wolf down his food. The better Lin Mo’s appetite, the more delightful her smile became.

"Who is this? Why is she so interested in this foodie?"

Chen Haiqing often inquired about the origins of this Central Asian Persian beauty. However, to his surprise, Lin Mo remained tight-lipped, refusing to budge despite countless questions, insisting, "Military secret."

This infuriated Chen Haiqing. So military secrets meant you were dating? Whose girl are you after? Can winning over one girl allow you to conquer a country? What’s that all about?

Lin Mo still didn’t reveal a word. After all, this was someone who would compete for resources with him in the future; he wouldn’t spill the beans.

Though he never truly considered Sally and the Dragoon Consortium as his to command, Lin Mo held great affection for this brave and determined Pashtun girl.

Initially, it was merely a matter of exchanging benefits—offering help within his means—but unexpectedly, he found himself so deeply committed today. It was rather unexpected for Lin Mo and even for the Chinese military.

As for marriage, that could wait until the “monstrous” main wife was completed. Just as Lin Mo once said, he was a man destined for the skies, meant for ground women to chase after.

Sally was ultimately the CEO of a consortium with assets worth hundreds of millions. The Dragoon Consortium was rapidly evolving every day, requiring Sally to make numerous critical decisions.

The small-time punks in Afghanistan still needed to be taught a good lesson, and plans were underway to establish an air force airport owned by the Dragoon Consortium.

Additionally, the newly emerging political party needed her face-to-face instructions to garner the Afghan people’s support and lay a solid foundation for entering the government.

This inevitably meant that behind this seemingly prestigious title lay a busy and labor-intensive job.

It was already quite a challenge for Sally to take time out of her busy schedule each day to be with Lin Mo.

With only two days left until the Paris-Le Bourget International Aerospace Exhibition concluded, Sally had to repeatedly urge her company’s headquarters in Afghanistan before finally booking her return flight ticket.

Lin Mo also appeared at Charles de Gaulle Airport to see her off, fulfilling her hopes.

"Dragon Knight! You need to wait for me, Sally will definitely build you a grand empire."

Sally gazed dreamily and leaped into Lin Mo’s arms, holding him tightly, knowing that soon she wouldn’t see him again.

The time spent together always felt brief, leaving more lingering thoughts of parting.

"Sally, take this; it might be useful for you."

Lin Mo pulled out a small object about the size of a fingernail and quietly slipped it into Sally’s hand.

As he handed it over, he felt some hesitation inside, unsure if this was the right thing to do.

"What is it?"

Sally was taken aback, feeling her small hand tightly enclosed in that warm and firm grasp, her sensitive heart racing wildly as if it might leap out, and she nearly got lost in the moment.

"Look at it when you go back."

Lin Mo spoke with an even tone.

It was just a 256G military-grade high-speed TF card.

Inside, it stored not only jewelry design plans completely different in style from this world but also several aircraft engine design blueprints, including not just turbo-prop engines but also very advanced turbofan jet engines, along with a set of avionics system structures.

These were spoils captured from foreign fighter jets.

Additionally, it included metal formulas for core components.

While realizing the possibility of achieving these might be challenging, it was nonetheless Lin Mo’s heartfelt gesture within his reach.

In aviation, the most essential and critical part was the engine; as long as there was a high-performing engine, the aircraft was halfway completed.

Perhaps, after Sally returned home, she would understand the grand gift Lin Mo secretly slipped to her.

Sally was momentarily stunned and carefully placed the tiny, thin data storage card into her handbag, clutching it tightly like it was the most precious item.

At the security checks, Sally frequently looked back, her gaze filled with reluctance.

She didn’t know when she would see him again, but she felt immensely grateful to Allah for allowing her to be with him at least this once.

Lin Mo waved goodbye and turned to leave.

Back at the exhibition, Lin Mo changed into "Dragon General" gear but did not prepare for the flying performance. Instead, he strode menacingly toward the Lockheed Martin exhibition area.

Seeing the unexpected guest appear in his exhibition area, Townsend Williams, the supervisor responsible for this exhibition, displayed a look of fear.

He had just received the latest information that the man in the digital tactical armor was undoubtedly a humanoid beast and not only had a deep enmity with Lockheed Martin but had also recently caused significant losses to their mercenaries, forcing them to retreat.

Tap, tap, tap…

The noisy sounds from tourists and aviation enthusiasts could not drown out the footsteps, which echoed clearly in his heart.

Townsend Williams felt as if he had sunk into a chilling winter, unable to control his shivers; that guy…

Another sound filled his ears, the clicking of his teeth.

It was fear, a primal instinctual fear.

"W-who are you, and what do you want?"

Townsend Williams nearly melted into a puddle in front of Lin Mo, but he knew that if he backed down now, he would not only be forced to leave but would also be despised by his subordinates.

Yet that digital tactical armor was a lethal weapon; he had been in the aviation industry for a long time and had never seen it used as a pressure suit before. The material requirements must be extremely high, not at all like ordinary tactical armor.

"Tell your boss, if there are any more schemes, I will storm your headquarters, just like I flattened Hindustan Aeronautics Limited, demolishing all your Lockheed facilities. Don’t think I’m joking; I can do it."

This time, Lockheed stirred up a hornet’s nest. It was a major blunder to attack when Lin Mo and Sally were together.

Because he hurt innocent people, especially those familiar to him, he had reached his breaking point.

In the face of strong enemies, unafraid and fearless, courageous and loyal, worthy of God’s grace, steadfast and honorable, refusing to bend, protecting the weak, without violating natural laws!

"N-no, I don’t know anything."

Desperately, he shook his head. He was just a small worker, so how could he be involved in such a high-stakes conflict? Townsend Williams was terrified; he couldn’t afford to provoke anyone here.