Chapter 642

Chapter 642: Shamefully Stiffened

The roar of jets thundered like rolling thunder across the skies, as jet fighters with their jet engines cut through the air overhead, creating deafening sounds. Both the Syrian government army’s air force and the combat pilot participants filled the skies.

Despite the impressive presence of the aerial knights, they served in a profession that involved high overloads, high risks, loud noises, and turbulent cockpits. Each combatant’s fighter jet was not only prepped for combat missions but also maintained regular training flights; they powered through, knowing they couldn’t afford to fall behind. Every aerial knight strived to keep their best combat readiness.

Lin Mo didn’t understand what “Yasha” meant, but just by looking at the thickness of the containers, he wouldn’t be surprised if they pulled out two tanks. For this international pilot death match, the military made thorough preparations, and the scale of the supplies far exceeded what Lin Mo and the National Defense Star had imagined.

If the military weren’t covering the costs, Lin Mo wouldn’t have agreed to be the fool here. Who would abandon the comfortable and high-paying job of a pilot just to risk their life against some of the best in the world?

The “Demon Hunter” team split up, with half standing guard, while two soldiers directed several towing vehicles to unload large containers, neatly placing them in the designated area of the hangar. Opening one of the containers, a “Demon Hunter” soldier drove in a towing vehicle, backing it up into the container’s entrance to hook up the towing apparatus. Clearly, all twelve members of the “Demon Hunter” team had received some ground crew training, handling everything with great familiarity.

“What is this?”

Lin Mo didn’t expect what was being pulled out to be anything close to the X-1 he envisioned but rather an aircraft he had never seen before. Its style seemed odd—a large belly and a short tail that sported fixed fins, resembling an armed helicopter, almost like a large “tadpole.” However, instead of slender multi-blade rotors on top, it had two broad, long “big blades” that made Lin Mo’s Dragon Slayer sword look insignificant in comparison.

Lin Mo had no idea that this model of aircraft was the troublemaker that caused him so many issues during his trip to America.

“Rotorcraft!”

“Yasha” introduced for Lin Mo as they stood at the hangar door, observing the “Demon Hunter” soldiers doing the heavy lifting. In Yasha’s own words, it saved money and kept secrets. This Flying Wolf-type rotorcraft would only be deployed for special missions and remained undisclosed within the country, as the outside world rarely knew that China had deployed such advanced rotorcraft. If it weren’t for Lin Mo, it wouldn’t have been specially brought out.

“What about my fighter jet? You aren’t expecting me to take that into battle, are you?”

Seeing that his own combat aircraft wasn’t among the retrieved machines, Lin Mo couldn’t comprehend why he was being treated like a free trial pilot. It felt as if he was being squeezed dry like a laborer.

With a solid foundation in aerodynamics, Lin Mo quickly identified that this aircraft was clearly not speed-oriented but rather a hybrid combining the characteristics of fixed-wing and propeller-driven aircraft. It was more of a compromise model situated between a jet-powered fixed-wing fighter and a helicopter. It might handle well against helicopters and ground targets, but if it faced a jet fighter, it probably wouldn’t even stand a chance against the J-7.

How frustrating!

“No, this is just for combat search and rescue missions.”

“Yasha” turned his head, pointing in a direction. “Let me introduce you to our combat search and rescue (SAR) pilot, ‘White Wolf!’”

Following his gaze, Lin Mo spotted a sneaky-looking character, someone who seemed all too familiar.

“It’s you!”

“It’s you!?”

The two exclaimed in unison.

“Yasha, how can it be him? Oh my god, this guy is a calamity! There’s no way I’m going to rescue him; isn’t it more likely he’ll hunt me instead?”

White Wolf’s little face immediately turned pale. He certainly knew that this guy was not to be trifled with. Back in America, several forces couldn’t do anything about him, which showed just how terrifying he was. If he was deceived by his identity as a pilot, he might end up being sold and counting his money for him.

White Wolf had rarely felt afraid, but every time he saw Lin Mo, he felt like a sparrow facing an eagle. Could it be that this guy, who was only slightly older than him, was his arch-enemy in a past life?

He took a few steps back.

“This guy is unreliable; I should find someone else.”

Lin Mo coldly replied. He knew this guy had tricked him, and being the scapegoat did feel quite suffocating. The Dragon Knight had never scapegoated anyone as he did last time.

Until now, Lin Mo still didn’t know that "Fenrir" referred to the magical metal hiding the gold giant dragon lurking in Lockheed’s Laboratory 41. Recently, that fragment had gone missing, and the gold giant dragon had no idea what was going on.

“‘White Wolf,’ ‘Number 13,’ that’s an order from above!”

“Yasha” exploded with anger. These two gunpowder-eating guys were simply incompatible. It seemed that this unruly “White Wolf” had suffered greatly at the hands of the guy now known as “Number 13,” the Dragon Knight. Upon seeing “Number 13,” he looked as if he had seen a ghost.

When did “White Wolf” become this timid? This was hardly the audacious “White Wolf” he had read about in the files.

“Hmph! ‘Yasha,’ you need to understand, joining ‘Abyss Nirvana’ is not a command from my superiors; I volunteered for this mission. They have no authority to order me around; we are all partners here.”

Lin Mo said coldly, standing with his arms crossed.

Instead of teaming up with this lawless guy, he’d rather find someone from ‘Abyss Nirvana’ to do the job; he didn’t trust this slippery character at all.

It was a matter of principle. If “Yasha” was right, Lin Mo wouldn’t have anything to say, but in this case, he certainly wouldn’t be selling out “Yasha.” If it really came down to a fight, the Dragon Knight against the elite unit, who had ever been afraid of whom?

“What order? Damn orders, I’m not doing it!”

This unbearable feeling of facing an arch-enemy made White Wolf turn around and run. Forcing a buffalo head to drink water wouldn’t work; he wouldn’t serve anymore.

“‘White Wolf,’ come back here!”

“Yasha” was really furious; his team was showing a lack of organization and discipline. He wanted to shoot the cowardly guy on the spot, even if this wasn’t a real battlefield.

What a mess! This lackadaisical “Number 13” had come across another defiant “White Wolf.” If he had known he would be faced with such a spoiled brat, he would have refused this task a hundred times over.

This mission was turning out to be a disaster!

But he couldn’t allow a deserter in his team. Seeing White Wolf’s retreating figure, he pulled out his gun.

Bang!

“Stop!”

Oh man!

This boss was fierce.

Lin Mo didn’t expect “Yasha” to draw his gun and fire a shot into the sky after shouting “Stop!”

The gunfire was loud and crisp! A 9mm bullet would definitely leave a big hole if it hit someone, and Lin Mo had no doubt about the lethality of the special weapons and ammunition used by the “Demon Hunter” team.

“Shoot! Aim at me! If you don’t kill me, I’m your grandson.”

White Wolf defiantly refused to look back, as if he were a martyr waiting for a hero’s sacrifice, with “Yasha” firing into the sky behind him like a villain.

If someone familiar with White Wolf were present, they would know that he had gotten stubborn again, refusing to be coerced. If it weren’t for this pigheadedness, with his piloting skill, he might have soared by now.

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed in White Wolf’s ears. Before he could react, a fireball crashed down about sixty meters in front of him.

It nearly slammed into the row of hangars, like a heavy artillery shell striking the ground. The massive impact shook the ground, sending vibrations that caused White Wolf to trip over his own feet and fall flat on his face.

Countless concrete chunks, dirt, and metal fragments flew into the sky, then gently rained down.

“Mamma Mia! ‘Yasha,’ you bastard, you dare to trick me; I won’t let this go. Just wait for military court; you’re going to face the firing squad.”

Still stubborn, White Wolf spat out dirt and began to scream.

He thought that "Yasha" had hit him with a high-explosive rocket bomb. These kids would do anything, even throw a nuclear bomb. The “Demon Hunter” unit was precisely one of the few elite units allowed to use nuclear weapons.

“I shot down a plane?”

“Yasha” mumbled, looking pale as if he had just witnessed a ghost. Even with his mental resilience comparable to a pilot, he was now flustered. It was terrible; he would have to pay a fortune. Even getting executed a thousand times wouldn’t be enough to cover this!

Still maintaining his aim skyward, “Yasha” didn’t hear White Wolf’s curses, completely lost in thought.

“UFO?!”

Lin Mo looked at the wreckage that had just crashed nearby and was still emitting thick smoke and flames. A round, disc-shaped flying object—what else could it be?

Without constant use of the Light Mirror Technique, Lin Mo naturally didn’t know what had just happened. Perhaps it was some aircraft that encountered a malfunction during its mission or a disc-shaped fighter returning from battle that happened to crash here. Such accidents often occurred in warfare.

Of course, Lin Mo wouldn’t believe that “Yasha” had randomly stumbled upon a flying saucer, and this wasn’t some extraterrestrial visitor landing in the gathering place of top-tier combat aircraft. Who would want to mess with that? Even if it was a genuine UFO, it would likely meet the fate of being shot down.

“You handle this! I’m going to take the operational mission!”

The Dragon Knight shamelessly became a deserter.