Chapter 511

Chapter 511: The Backup of the Chinese

“Trouble? Which one?” Lin Mo asked.

“Which one? You!” Colonel Xie suddenly widened his eyes, put down his leg, and stared at Lin Mo, saying, “What do you mean? Is there more than one?”

“……” Lin Mo.

Before Lin Mo could speak, Colonel Xie could no longer contain himself. He reached out as if to pull at the perfectly shaved beard, glaring at the intelligence group’s work hall outside the bulletproof glass wall. “Damn it! The intelligence work has failed!”

According to security regulations, every person on a mission is monitored, including Lin Mo. Even when flying in the sky, radar, satellites, and black boxes on the ground faithfully record Lin Mo’s every move.

However, Lin Mo’s response truly shocked Colonel Xie. They had always focused their attention on Afghanistan, but they didn’t expect Lin Mo to mention something else.

After all, Afghanistan held significant meaning. Expanding territory had been crucial in the minds of the Chinese people since ancient times, and superiors were pleased to have a devoted female ruler there, especially one who embodied loyalty in feelings typical of Islamic women.

Turning around to see Lin Mo’s innocent expression, Colonel Xie sighed and said, “Alright, I was talking about that Sally in Afghanistan!”

As for anything else, they could ask more slowly later. It wouldn’t be the daughter of Rothschild or the American president, right? Otherwise, they might as well let Lin Mo be on a mission to charm women, given his outstanding combat ability, trouble-making talent, and knack for attracting women. Oh, let’s move on.

“What happened to Sally? Did someone attack her again? Was she hurt?” Lin Mo’s gaze immediately darkened.

During those days in Paris, the attackers had already successfully enraged Lin Mo. In the counter-attack, he even held back completely; apart from the two powered armors that had fled, all other assailants were virtually wiped out, meeting horrible ends.

If Lockheed hadn’t been pressured by the French into submission, Lin Mo might have had the gold giant dragon take out a couple of segments to deal with Lockheed by now.

Though he still denied it in his heart, deep down, Lin Mo considered this beautiful Pashtun girl as his own and believed no one else should touch her. This was typical of territoriality.

From Colonel Xie’s words, it seemed that the situation hadn’t reached its worst yet.

“Don’t worry!”

Colonel Xie noticed Lin Mo’s anxious expression. He took out his tactical tablet and pulled up the latest intelligence map of northern Afghanistan, placing it in front of Lin Mo. He methodically explained the recent situation in Afghanistan.

Twenty thousand armed militants posed a severe threat; even a small misstep could deliver a fatal blow to the Dragoon Consortium’s control over the four northern provinces.

After all, in terms of manpower, these foreign forces and domestic drug lords had gathered armed militants who held the absolute advantage.

Destruction was easy, but development was hard. The commercially oriented Dragoon Consortium lacked sufficient military investment, struggling to even gather a ten-thousand-man armed unit.

A reinforced regiment placed in Gem Valley military base was China’s last card. If the Dragoon Consortium couldn’t hold its final line of defense, even that regiment would have to retreat. After all, with other countries’ forces eyeing Afghanistan, the military strength from China couldn’t openly appear in another nation.

“What a bunch of despicable guys.”

Lin Mo particularly despised those who didn’t work hard yet sought to plunder the fruits of others’ labor. The long-standing chaos in Afghanistan was caused by these shortsighted scoundrels.

After listening to Colonel Xie’s explanation and analysis, Lin Mo slammed a heavy fist on the desk, creating a dent. Colonel Xie felt pain in his heart, his facial muscles twitching. Although it wasn’t worth much after all these years, there were emotions attached.

Lin Mo never thought that flying a fighter jet would solve everything. Even sending a squadron wouldn’t help—an elephant stepping on an ant would yield minimal results.

Against twenty thousand thieves, fighting through them one by one would likely take him quite a while.

“Don’t be too anxious. The higher ups have already sent a team of officers to observe the situation, analyze the battlefield, and guide the Dragoon Consortium in their counter-attack. They’ve also secretly provided some supplies. The Dragoon defense team’s equipment and combat power are nearly on par with those at home. But rest assured, these shrimp soldiers won’t amount to much. They have backing; the Dragoon’s support is even more formidable.”

Colonel Xie pointed upward in a vivid manner, his last words containing double meanings.

Afghanistan and several neighboring countries fall under the jurisdiction of the Night Special Forces, and Colonel Xie immediately received relevant intelligence and data. The main duty of the Night is still to kill, not to maintain or develop, and although their combat capability is extremely strong, they often find themselves powerless and unsuitable for large-scale warfare. Therefore, in reality, the Ministry of Defense is responsible for Gem Valley’s affairs; while there is occasional overlap, there is not much redundancy.

“How does the higher-up plan to resolve this? Sit back and watch the competition?” Lin Mo did not believe turning the Dragoon Consortium into a total mess would be a good idea. Moreover, the Dragoon Consortium was still considered part of their own assets, and it was clear the higher-ups understood this. They also needed Lin Mo’s connections to control this overseas enclave.

Afghanistan, still undeveloped, was nearly a coveted prize. The scarcity of resources in the country forced the government and military to set their sights abroad, even if they were a bit late compared to the Americans. However, it is never too late to mend a fence after a sheep is lost.

The higher-ups likely condoned the relationship between Lin Mo and Sally, which could further benefit their influence in Central Asia. Coupled with property rights, perhaps the most surprising situation they could anticipate would involve leveraging one country as a dowry, leaving even the United Nations unable to interfere.

“Don’t worry, the Staff Group and I have spent three days analyzing the situation. The military is currently observing the combat capabilities of the Dragoon Consortium and the twenty thousand armed militants. Decisions need to be made based on the actual circumstances. After all, this is not our own country’s matter. If we can minimize interference, we will. If the opponent is too strong, the higher-ups will also consider intervening secretly.”

As the situation in Afghanistan changed, the Intelligence Group responsible for this area began their assessments. Colonel Xie had done his homework and gathered ample intelligence, even more than Sally from the Dragoon Consortium.

“What can I do? Should I find time to go to Afghanistan?” Although Lin Mo’s assistance in such a large-scale battle would be limited, modern warfare was not like the past, with crowded human waves and chaotic tactics. Running around could leave him exhausted.

But Lin Mo could still drop bombs and create distractions, possibly taking out a few leaders and leaving Sally’s enemies as headless dragons. Perhaps it was time to bring out the P-51 Mustang stationed with the South China Sea Fleet.

“No, no! You and your J-18 ‘Red Eagle’ should get ready,” Colonel Xie smiled and continued, “It might come in handy.”

“Oh?” Lin Mo was a bit surprised. The challenge facing the Dragoon Consortium was partly public and partly private for him, but Colonel Xie’s information revealed that the higher-ups seemed remarkably generous in their trust and support for him.

Fighter jets had always been significant national assets, and the control over them was strict. Had it not been for the increasing pressure on the Night in executing combat missions, they wouldn’t have needed to request Lin Mo’s inclusion in the Night Aircrew Group, establishing a more flexible air assault force with considerable air superiority to face increasingly advanced armed resistance.

This was a slight relaxation regarding Lin Mo’s flying, yet every flight was still subject to strict restrictions on altitude, flight path, and even flight time. Besides training missions and designated flying zones, Lin Mo couldn’t just fly wherever he wanted, which was no different from his time in the Dragon Knight Corps of the Su Lan Empire.

“The most advanced fighter aircraft equipped domestically is the J-10, but its stealth performance is still not satisfying enough; it is suitable only for territorial defense. Other more advanced fighter jets exist but are still under development. Counting them up, the only one in operation that is more advanced than the J-10 is your ‘Red Eagle.’ Its stealth capability is the strongest in the country, sufficient for deep overseas combat.”

Colonel Xie understood that Lin Mo could quickly access additional fighter aircraft, especially the J-18 “Red Eagle,” which carried significant implications. It not only represented acknowledgment of combat capability by upper military officials and manufacturers but also indicated valuable connections. Just having top air combat skills doesn’t guarantee access to the best fighter jets.

All air force units were envious of the Night possessing the “Red Eagle” as their primary air force. Its stealth capabilities surpassed even the F-22 “Raptor,” making it a formidable asset in the Night, boasting incredible destructive power.

Although the J-14 “Eagle Falcon” and J-20 “Mighty Dragon” were impressive, they were not available for combat. They were still undergoing various preparation and tuning stages at different OEM manufacturers, and there was no way the prototype could be lent out.

“I understand!” Lin Mo genuinely enjoyed collaborating with the intelligence and planning departments. They did the brainstorming while he focused on the killing. After hearing Colonel Xie’s words, he felt much more secure.

“If there’s any news, I will notify you promptly. Be sure to check your tactical tablet,” Colonel Xie shared this information with Lin Mo as ordered by Captain Feng. After all, Lin Mo’s connection to Afghanistan was a bit unique. Hiding information from the country’s most elite ace pilot could lead to irreparable consequences. It was better to do a favor for this somewhat special major officer for smoother execution of tasks in the future.