Chapter 634

Chapter 634: I Have Arrived!

In the evening, the Tal Shegheib air force base appeared before Lin Mo, and he could see jet fighters taking off with a roar.

The vehicle arranged for him by the Freedom Army stopped five hundred meters from the main gate, where a heavily guarded fortification blocked his way.

Along the way, the surroundings were full of scars from the war and remnants of crumbling walls, with the air still carrying the acrid scent of gunpowder and the smell of burning debris.

Sandbags woven from snake skin formed the machine gun fortification. The sentinel stationed at the fortification spotted a Jeep displaying the Freedom Army’s flag and waved to signal the vehicle to stop.

Lin Mo jumped out of the car and handed a few one-hundred-dollar bills to the driver.

“Thank you; you can go back now.” The dollar was a strong currency, and he didn’t want the driver to work for nothing.

Seeing the sentinel raise his rifle towards him, Lin Mo signaled and pulled out his wallet, revealing a special piece of paper, which he waved in front of the sentinel.

"Almighty God, another volunteer!"

Kan Bell Buddy murmured to himself. He was very familiar with this document; it stated that all foreigners holding it must be let through.

It seemed to be somewhat connected to a higher-up, but it wasn’t the command that governed him. He took off every day without hearing about any assistance to allied forces in targeting anything.

“Go ahead! Inside, five hundred meters, turn right, and report to the third tent on the right.”

Kan Bell Buddy confirmed that the paper was genuine and dutifully pointed in the direction.

“Thank you!”

Lin Mo nodded, shouldered his backpack, and walked toward where the sentinel directed.

Huh? As he brushed past the sentinel, Kan Bell Buddy was surprised to find something additional in his collar. Reaching out, he discovered it was a green dollar bill.

When had that been slipped in? Kan Bell Buddy stared blankly at the back of the Asian youth.

Lin Mo, all alone, immediately drew attention from many at the air force base since the appearance of an Asian man there was a rare sight.

“Hey! Hey! Look! An Asian! How rare! Is he Japanese or Korean?”

“So fresh and tender; he wouldn’t be a male escort, would he? Just look at his delicate skin.”

“That little frame isn’t enough to play with, right?”

A few black men shouted at Lin Mo, being quite annoying. Their loud remarks attracted even more curious glances.

A bunch of troublemakers!

Lin Mo shot them a cold glance.

He didn’t know which country these participants came from, but they clearly lacked the grace of Air Knights.

He ignored them; there was no point in wasting energy on mere ants.

The vast air force base showcased a variety of different aircraft, resembling a miniature exhibition of aviation. There were even flying machines that challenged human imagination.

F-14, F-15, F-16, MiG-21, MiG-25, MiG-29, Su-27, Su-30, Mirage 4000, Typhoon, and many other models of fighter jets could be seen. He even spotted a J-10, which was probably acquired by some spendthrift from China showcasing the export version FC-20 "Mighty Dragon."

The fighter jets here didn’t differentiate by nationality; it was a complete mix, possibly even leading to conflicts between Japanese and American pilots in the sky.

In addition to the main jet fighters from various countries, the airfield also had some antique aircraft, like the P-47 "Thunderbolt" and "Spitfire" fighters. It was unclear whether they came to die or if the pilots were simply overconfident in their skills.

In some specially constructed isolation hangars, one could faintly see uniquely shaped aircraft that the public had never heard about.

Perhaps if a squadron of UFOs suddenly flew out, it wouldn’t be too surprising.

“Hey, yellow kid, this isn’t a place for you. Go back where you came from!”

A big, burly white man suddenly blocked Lin Mo’s path, his arms as thick as Lin Mo’s legs, glaring at him menacingly.

For some reason, this massive guy reminded Lin Mo of an A300 Airbus.

Although he looked like a wall, he was just a weakling with a combat ability of only 5.

“Get out of my way!”

Lin Mo had no time for words; he slowed his steps but didn’t stop, pushing forward towards the man.

“Hmph! Kid, no one cares if someone dies here!”

The man cracked his knuckles, and with his giant hand, he reached for Lin Mo’s head, hoping to easily grab it with his size and strength.

The others, originally planning to watch the show, were taken by surprise when the white man suddenly let out a scream and knelt on the ground, clutching his arm.

That bear-like hand was effortlessly squeezed by the Asian youth, twisting the thick arm like a bull’s leg at an unnatural angle, rendering it immobile.

With a single joint-lock technique, the once fearsome man seemed as weak as a baby, despite his bulk.

“Ant!” Lin Mo barely glanced at him, lifted his leg, and kicked the big man right in the stomach.

The force of the kick bent him over like a shrimp, sending him flying backward over ten meters, rolling like a gourd.

Gasps of shock filled the air as the two-hundred-plus-pound giant was kicked away like a sack of potatoes, showcasing an unbelievable level of strength.

This “Abyss Nirvana” seemed to be bringing out monsters this time.

In the international pilot death match called “Abyss Nirvana,” eliminating an opponent before they even hit the battlefield was the easiest way to win.

Those who provoked likely had thoughts just like that.

This initial display of force not only failed to scare Lin Mo away but instead made him set an example to intimidate the others.

A roadblock like that was easily dealt with.

Lin Mo had already spotted the sentinel who pointed out his destination.

“Report to ‘Number 13’ here.”

Number 13, an unlucky number for Westerners, had become Lin Mo’s temporary flight code instead.

“‘Number 13’? Let me think… Ah, you’re with the government army. Hand over your ticket; I need to register you.”

A black major officer sat in a tent, watching a big-screen TV hanging on the wall while drinking cold beer. He didn’t even turn around, showing no interest in Lin Mo whatsoever.

The 42-inch screen openly played an exhilarating adult film, featuring two glistening bodies entwined in a fierce struggle, with crude breathing sounds filling the entire tent, audible in a twenty-meter radius.

The black major officer appeared to be enjoying the show, smacking his lips.

Well, here was another odd character.

Lin Mo was no longer surprised; he pulled out his ticket and placed it on the only desk in the room.

At that moment, the black major finally shifted his gaze from the TV to Lin Mo, taking out a device that looked like a supermarket scanner, aimed it at the special ticket, and scanned it back and forth. He then heard a soft beep.

“Hmm! Verified successfully!”

The black major returned the ticket to Lin Mo, seemingly impatient as he quickly informed Lin Mo of some important details, not caring whether he understood.

“There’s a transport flight at five-thirty in the afternoon taking you to Damascus. Before that, you can go grab something to eat or look for some fun at the base’s ‘cozy spot.’ There are the prettiest girls, the purest powder, the most authentic cigars, the finest coffee, and the strongest drinks. By the way, do you have enough money? Here, only money works—dollars, euros, renminbi, or gold will do. Remember, don’t cause trouble. Handle personal grudges privately, or else the enforcement team won’t care who you are.”

Without waiting for Lin Mo’s reaction, the black major returned his gaze to the thrilling film.

“Thank you!” With the information he needed, Lin Mo was about to turn and leave when he suddenly looked back and asked, “Where is the ‘Eagle King’?”

“‘Eagle King’?” The black major suddenly froze, turning to scrutinize Lin Mo more closely, his tone now serious, tinged with pity. “Poor yellow kid, go have some fun quickly. Your life is already in the countdown.”

“Where is he?”

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, showing no signs of being affected by the black major’s unusual tone, as if he hadn’t heard him at all.

“The ‘Eagle King’ is in Aircraft No. 9! But he should be enjoying himself at the ‘cozy spot’ right now. Go find him yourself. If you want to live, you can still beg for mercy, but it’s too late to back out now. Hehe, there are no deserters here. Anyone trying to run…” The black major made a gun gesture and pointed it at his own head.

“One of the death rules in the ‘Abyss Nirvana’ international pilot death match: once you check in, unless you can’t fly anymore, you’re not allowed to back out. Those who try to escape will be killed!”

“Thank you!”

Lin Mo turned and walked away.

Clearly, David de Hitt, the captain of the United States’ 1st Flight Wing, had built a formidable reputation in the “Abyss Nirvana” event, even the registration officer warned Lin Mo with that tone.

Was this guy truly terrifying?

Though Lin Mo had no visible reaction, his inner caution increased; perhaps he was a rival at Colonel Jiang’s level, or maybe even stronger.

Fortunately, Lin Mo had Colonel Jiang, an ace pilot who had previously participated in “Abyss Nirvana,” as his sparring partner, giving him some understanding of the technical level required for this deadly event.

With his own specially modified “monstrous” X-1, he should be able to compete at least equally against the others.

Now, it was time to greet that guy: I have arrived!