Chapter 647

Chapter 647: Existence Justifies Itself

The opponent’s fighter jet disintegrated in the sky, breaking into countless fragments that fell to the ground.

The wreckage crashed down without the need for a battlefield rescue. If the “Young Fox” had no sponsors backing him, those remains would end up in the hands of the organizers of "Abyss Nirvana," becoming material for research.

In just a few seconds, the X-1 unleashed a fierce and precise strike. It yanked its nose up, proudly stretching its steel-like wings to return to the sky, declaring the arrival of a king, like a top predator in the food chain.

The G-forces surged to 10.5G. Inherited from the “monstrous” bloodline and pure internal structure, even though some materials were much inferior to the "monstrous," the National Defense Star’s specially crafted X-1 could withstand loads of up to 15G and did not limit Lin Mo’s air combat skills.

At the very least, it could unleash the battle power of this humanoid beast more effectively than other models of domestic fighter jets.

As the aircraft once again blended into the fierce midday sunlight, the forward-swept wing fighter jet gleamed with a dazzling golden hue under the sun.

Compared to the “Young Fox’s” bait tactic, Lin Mo’s strategy utilized the timing of the sunlight, positioning his fighter jet in the “Young Fox’s” blind spot, merging into the sunlight from a specific direction and achieving a certain vertical angle with the midday sun.

Vertical positioning tactic.

Even if the “Young Fox’s” fighter jet radar detected Lin Mo, it couldn’t accurately identify his location, making it difficult for him to launch a counterattack.

Such an impressive close-range kill prompted enthusiastic applause from the spectators in the “Abyss Nirvana” broadcast hall.

Every individual harbored a lurking devil within, and the bloody slaughter awakened everyone’s violent and bloodthirsty instincts.

As for the unfortunate “Young Fox,” participating in such a death match meant he had long accepted this fate and was quickly forgotten, becoming a thing of the past.

No one could escape the call of death.

Seeing the “Young Fox’s” fighter jet disintegrate in mid-air, Sally let out a long sigh of relief.

Her investment in Lin Mo won back a significant sum, but that was not her main concern.

As long as Lin Mo came out unscathed, that meant everything.

Justice and morality held no meaning in the face of slaughter and blood.

“Awesome! Hooray!”

Yan Yongping and Zhou Jun, two engineers, high-fived each other in celebration. They had poured considerable effort into the X-1.

Points, more points meant they could exchange for good things that would elevate the National Defense Star and the entire domestic aviation industry. A host of interest groups stood behind the National Defense Star, waiting to cash in.

The lives and deaths of foreigners were none of their concern.

“We won!”

As the logistics supervisor of the entire team, “Yasha” sighed in relief. The hangar provided cable television to broadcast the program, and the editing done by the organizers’ professional team was thrilling, comparable to Hollywood’s most explosive war blockbusters.

The first battle was successful, marking a good start. At least Lin Mo did not perform as poorly as “Yasha” had imagined; perhaps he really did have some skills.

Due to the anxiety the initial battle had brought to the entire team, as the fight ended, what vanished without a trace was more confidence and hope.

By the end of the combat, the ammunition chain of the X-1 had only consumed one-third, rendering the opponent unrecognizable.

Lin Mo saved two short-range air-to-air missiles and external fuel tanks, preserving a great number of points. The closest quarter-range air-to-air missiles provided by the "Abyss Nirvana" organizers, even the most basic radar-guided type, cost five points, equivalent to half a million dollars each.

Furthermore, the mid-range and long-range air-to-air missiles provided by the organizers required at least 20 points and 50 points or more. The exorbitant costs forced the participants to utilize air combat skills to offset the high costs of weapons and ammunition.

If they missed too many shots, they might not even recover their combat costs. Running out of ammunition meant they could not participate in battles, which meant disqualification from the competition and a lifetime ban.

With points convertible to incredibly valuable equipment and technology, the sponsors behind the pilots wouldn’t allow them to waste points freely or exchange for more powerful combat weapons.

Each point’s value far exceeded the mere ten thousand dollars on paper. The exchange list offered by "Abyss Nirvana" was impossible to obtain in the market. If not for strict limits on redemption amounts, even ten times the exchange amount would attract sponsors rushing to invest large sums of money.

The organizers aimed to provide the investors with the most direct aerial combat skills. The raw, close-range fighting is the most exciting and thrilling.

During the battle to take down the “Young Fox,” Lin Mo hid the 30mm caliber Gauss electromagnetic railgun he installed on the X-1. It remained his trump card for future battles, potentially achieving great success later on.

Never let your opponents easily know your hidden cards; otherwise, your fate will be dire.

Lin Mo scored 20 points for shooting down the “Young Fox,” who had 8 points on him. Now all those points belonged to Lin Mo.

He now possessed 38 points, but besides being able to exchange them for ammunition and fuel, he couldn’t redeem any of the technologies desired by the National Defense Star and the Air Force. He needed to reach the advanced pilot group to have the corresponding privileges and points for exchanges.

If he shot down two more aircraft, Lin Mo would level up to the novice tier seven, making him one step closer to the intermediate pilot group.

His current rank of novice tier nine was merely a classification established by the organizers to accommodate new participants who were complete novices.

Moving from nine to seven was just a warm-up match. The next tier above novice was the intermediate pilot group, where pilots had already accumulated five kills in the death match, earning the title of ace pilots. The intermediate level, also known as the ace level, further divided into tiers six, five, and four.

Compared to the tier classifications of first-class, second-class, and special-class pilots in the Chinese Air Force, "Abyss Nirvana" was much harsher; each promotion step was built on the bones of other pilots. It was almost as brutal as World War II and the subsequent local wars. Any pilot who survived was truly an ace, or an ace among aces (which easily brings to mind a certain brand of sausage).

The higher the rank, the greater the benefits for the pilots and their sponsors. Only when participating pilots reached the intermediate level could sponsors exchange for a small amount of equipment and technology. When they reached the advanced level, they could truly access most items on the exchange list.

Currently, large-scale air combat opportunities were extremely limited. The passing down of skills among ace pilots was becoming difficult. If not for the "Abyss Nirvana" international pilot death match providing the chance for countries to sharpen their true aerial guardians, this event might have been suppressed into oblivion by various nations due to its bloodiness, like an underground death fistfight.

Existence justifies itself.

“Two more to go!”

“Yasha” said to Lin Mo, who had just jumped down from the cockpit of the X-1 forward-swept wing fighter jet.

“Got it!”

Lin Mo passed by without glancing sideways.

The “Demon Hunter” team leader was diligent and responsible, focused only on the interests of the nation and its people. This guy saw Lin Mo merely as a tool for securing benefits for the country.

What a rigid old miser.

A delicious smell of food wafted through the hangar.

At least he could still enjoy native Chinese food, which was a plus.

“Morin!”

A slender girl a few dozen meters away called out excitedly, blocked by the “Demon Hunter” team soldiers.

“Flirting with flowers and grass! Such a disgraceful lifestyle!”

“Yasha,” feeling ignored, rolled his eyes. This Afghan lady boss had her eyes set on this guy using a false identity.

“Let her come! If she comes again in the future, don’t block her!”

Lin Mo instructed the "Demon Hunter" soldiers, allowing the Persian beauty to come closer after waiting for quite some time.

These big soldiers were notoriously domineering. There was an instance when a spectator took a photo of the hangar with his phone, and those Chinese soldiers rushed over and beat him up. They even snatched the phone, tied it to a grenade, and threw it out to explode, scaring the poor fellow half to death.

Isn’t the Chinese military known as the benevolent army, a majestic force? Why did they become so fierce?

If it weren’t for the fact that the other party was a delicate woman, they might have already pushed her away violently.

“You won! Congratulations!”

In Sally’s eyes, the death match seemed like an ordinary sports competition. She felt confident, very confident.

“Nothing to it, just an average opponent who sticks to the textbook. How much did you bet?”

Lin Mo completely dismissed that tactical fool who was now in hell.

“All in!”

Sally waved her pretty little fist, embodying the advantages of a high status that refined her beauty even further. It was hard to believe that someone from the impoverished land of Afghanistan could bloom into such a stunning beauty.

During the turmoil, Sally only saw her looks as a disaster rather than a unique pride of womanhood, until she truly established the massive Dragoon business empire, when her flawless beauty finally radiated dazzling brilliance.

No wonder “Yasha” looked down on Lin Mo for courting wealthy women; he had no idea this beautiful rich girl was an unintended creation by Lin Mo and the Chinese military.

“Looks like you’ve made a nice profit. This is just the beginning.”

Naturally, Lin Mo was also happy about his winnings. The temptation of gambling lay here, a foot in paradise and another in hell. Countless people dived in, seeking the thrill of jumping between beggary and riches, even at the cost of losing everything.

“This is your next opponent.”

Sally handed Lin Mo a piece of paper.

Compared to the logistical head “Yasha” and his team, the fiery Sally seemed to take on the role of a manager, making Lin Mo’s team appear increasingly complex and strange.