Chapter 653

Chapter 653: TOM

“Number 13! You are just too brutal! I’m about to give up, and you won’t let me off. Are you a monster? Oh my God, I’m so exhausted that I can’t take it anymore. You owe me a gourmet meal tonight, no, I mean ginseng chicken! I know you brought a lot of food from China. This damn Damascus has nothing to offer; I can only eat those disgusting canned goods. You have to treat me, or I swear I’ll shoot you in the back during the team battle!”

With his hands and feet weak, Yuri barely managed to pilot his aircraft safely back, and was then pulled out from the cockpit by his bodyguards. As he saw Lin Mo casually munching on roasted chicken at the hangar door, he immediately started shouting.

Yaksha nearly rushed over to scold this relentless guy who was boasting so much; how could he be so rude?

In the last series of mutated Herbst climbing wall tactical movements, although no live ammunition was used, Yuri suffered even more than from a real bullet attack. He had thought that their strengths were at least very close, but in the end, he found himself utterly powerless to fight back.

When did the Chinese military train such a terrifying monster?

“Air Knights don’t rely on just mouthing spells to defeat magician opponents. I must say, Yuri, your performance earlier was as weak as a woman’s.”

Lin Mo continued to deal with the whole roasted chicken while watching Yuri’s poor performance, needing to replenish his energy.

The roasted chicken tasted amazing. Yaksha, who had high standards for everything, was not only a competent but also an excellent cook.

His teasing remarks pointed out Yuri’s weaknesses in the earlier contest.

In the first half, Yuri’s evasion skills were outstanding; he managed to stay out of Lin Mo’s lethal range for some time. But soon, his lack of physical fitness became apparent, severely limiting his endurance against Lin Mo.

Once he regained his composure, Yuri, unfazed by Yaksha’s intimidating gaze, took the opportunity to sneak over for food, perhaps thinking that this young Chinese pilot would be easy to get along with.

Staring at the large portion of food, the Australian pilot’s eyes widened as he took a long time to speak. When he looked at Lin Mo again, he was truly treating him like a monster.

"Wow, this is delicious! Your bodyguard’s cooking skills are impressive; it’s such a waste for him to just be a bodyguard."

Seeing that Lin Mo had no intention of refusing, Yuri boldly pounced on the food, quickly using chopsticks with remarkable skill.

As the only country with thousands of years of culinary culture, China offers an immense variety of dishes. Almost all foreigners enjoy Chinese cuisine, and most Europeans and Americans can use chopsticks. This was a far cry from when Chinese people used to gawk at foreigners using chopsticks like gorillas.

“Damn it, if that kid has thick skin, he could stop bullets.”

Yaksha frequently shot cold, sharp glances at the glutton, glaring at him fiercely.

To Yaksha, Yuri was an uninvited guest. Every little bit of supplies they brought was a precious resource earned through the sweat and blood of the people, rightfully for the Chinese to consume. They shouldn’t let even a grain of rice be touched by foreigners; this guy had to be crazy.

Lin Mo only smiled at his neighbor’s food-sneaking antics; this guy wouldn’t be able to eat much anyway.

He was more like a small fish scavenging for scraps next to a shark; his appetite was weak compared to Lin Mo’s.

From a distance, Yuri’s bodyguards, holding cans, wore greedy expressions but dared not approach. The beating they took earlier had taught them that Number 13’s hangar was off-limits.

No one wanted a second beating; that would be madness. They should have found another Chinese chef in this cursed place.

As Yaksha continued to serve large portions to the long table, Sally arrived with food she personally cooked. Even in Gem Valley, Lin Mo’s food was brought to him by Sally; it had almost become a routine.

Sally completely ignored the food prepared by Yaksha since she knew Lin Mo would eat it anyway.

For ordinary people, the food prepared by these two was equivalent to murder, and it could lead to a stuffing death. Luckily, Lin Mo had a massive appetite, so he could handle back-to-back massive meals without issue.

The rich, Afghanistan-style feast caught Yuri’s attention, and his thick skin could have stopped a bullet as he praised Sally’s beauty and cooking skills, seizing the opportunity.

This guy was certainly no fool; he waddled away with a round belly.

“Oh God, how lucky is this guy, having such a beautiful girl with him?”

White Wolf, hiding in the corner with others while holding a lunch box, felt a wave of envy and jealousy.

When in America, he had seen Lin Mo with a pretty girlfriend by his side, and now in this place, another one appeared. Was this cold-hearted guy really that charming to women?

"Legend has it, the director met a beautiful girl in France; she’s really stunning."

The engineers at the National Defense Star had clearly heard about Lin Mo’s romantic escapades.

“Wow, I even saw him with a local girl!” White Wolf said through gritted teeth. It was excruciating for the once formidable fighter, known for giving enemies headaches, to be reduced to a mere supporting role. His once glamorous reputation was in shambles.

“Hey?! Building our country’s prestige! Good news, good news.”

White Wolf intentionally spread the story of Lin Mo playing both sides, but it failed to unite the two National Defense Star engineers against him.

Were these two even men? White Wolf rolled his eyes in frustration.

He no longer cared about being a distinguished special forces pilot assigned to this corner of dust, doing this thankless search and rescue work on the battlefield. His fragile heart could not endure any more blows; this was not a job for humans.

The soldiers from the Demon Hunter team displayed a remarkable level of professionalism; they ignored what wasn’t worth seeing and didn’t listen to what wasn’t worth hearing, completely disregarding White Wolf’s words.

…

Among those who had participated in the "Abyss Nirvana" international pilot death match and survived, there was a saying: “The novice tier is always full of surprises!”

The novice tier was the most brutal group, testing talent and luck the most. You might encounter a frail beginner, easily advancing to the intermediate tier, or find yourself unlucky in your first battle, facing ace pilots from other countries who would mercilessly shoot you down like a massive firework.

The novice tier was a solid foundation with a constant turnover of participants; it also had the highest elimination and death rates. However, with sufficient skill and luck, one could quickly rise to the intermediate tier and face opponents of a similar level.

Perhaps the goddess of fate heard his complaints. Lin Mo’s third opponent, an English pilot named "Tom," was known for his aggressive style and rich experience.

Lin Mo, flight code "Number 13," was at novice tier level eight.

His opponent, flight code "Tom," was also at novice tier level eight.

“Number 13! I’m going to blow you up! Haha!”

The enemy shouted arrogantly over the radio, launching a medium-range air-to-air missile at Lin Mo right away. Was this a show of force or a provocation?

Lin Mo wasted no time shutting down the communication channel.

What a flashy guy; they must have exchanged cash for points. Up to this moment, Lin Mo had only used points to exchange for fuel, never restocked a missile.

Sally did not care who Lin Mo’s opponent was. She poured all her funds into Lin Mo without hesitation, even making the staff at the betting station glance curiously at this wealthy woman from Afghanistan. They had no idea why she chose such an inconspicuous Chinese pilot.

Was she looking to support that pretty boy? Well, if that lucky pretty boy could survive, he would certainly become a fortunate one.

Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

Yaksha quickly gathered information on Lin Mo’s opponent. "Tom" was an ace pilot from the Royal Air Force who had just finished the Libyan Civil War and came to compete in "Abyss Nirvana." As the only Chinese pilot participating, the country provided plenty of support.

Yesterday, "Tom" shot down an opponent in mid-air and had just advanced to level eight, drawing Lin Mo for the next round. Today, he was at the peak of his game, ready to unleash his full fighting strength.

The radar screen blinked with signals of rapidly approaching medium-range air-to-air missiles. The opponent launched them from ten kilometers away, eager to engage.

The X-1 forward-swept wing fighter jet made no evasive maneuvers, instead lifting its nose and beginning a steep climb at high angles.

Without the cooperation of the gold giant dragon, this climb maneuver would indeed be akin to suicide.

Gaining altitude would consume much speed from the fighter jet, which was deadly when facing medium-range air-to-air missiles that were in hot pursuit.

Under the lift enhancement of Void Magnetism, the X-1 fighter exhibited performance beyond its original parameters, and the seemingly foolish countermeasure began to produce unexpected results.

On the big screen, everyone watched in astonishment as "Number 13" climbed at a breathtaking speed that showed no difference from level flight, ascending at 3.5 Mach, making the approaching medium-range air-to-air missile at 4 Mach seem suspenseful.

The missile could withstand high overloads of dozens of Gs, while the fighter could change direction at will, making it far less easy for the missile to hit.