Chapter 657

Chapter 657: Ignorance is also a Kind of Happiness

Lin Mo wanted to help Sally avoid risks, fearing she might lose everything unexpectedly. However, Sally didn’t appreciate his concerns. Instead, she looked at him sulkily, as if he had misunderstood her.

“No! I believe in you; you won’t lose!”

Sally cared more about her knight’s safety than the money that could be earned. She was indifferent to everything else. Emotionally, delicate and sensitive women can often be stronger than men.

“Hmm!”

Understanding dawned on Lin Mo as he nodded, giving Sally a faint smile.

Though they spoke little, they understood each other perfectly. The playful annoyance of this Afghan woman vanished, replaced by a captivating smile filled with confidence and unwavering determination.

Oh, oh, that Persian beauty, that damn Chinese pretty boy!

The men around them were full of envy, muttering various jealous remarks and curses.

Sally just wanted to be the strongest support behind her Morin, determined not to become a burden. Even if it meant stepping onto the battlefield, she would do everything in her power to provide him with the best armaments.

“Morin, I will build you the best fighter jet!”

Sally seemed to vow this to Lin Mo, enunciating each word.

The aviation industry established by the Dragoon consortium was only beginning. Compared to the decades of accumulated aviation foundation from the massive republic behind Lin Mo, it barely had the qualification for comparison. Yet Sally didn’t give up, dedicating herself wholeheartedly to building her own air force and aviation foundation.

Such a colossal investment impacted the Dragoon consortium’s development and operational focus to some extent.

“Loss in the East, gain in the West,” but the Dragoon consortium had established an aerial armed force so formidable that even the Kabul government feared it. The Super Dodo squadron could make those small armed organizations flee in disarray.

With power emerging from the barrel of a gun, those who had lost their opportunities, both agents and armed organizations, found it nearly impossible to launch large-scale attacks again. The Dragoon consortium had developed to a level that could rival the government army.

“Hmm! Keep going!”

Lin Mo wasn’t planning to tell Sally that he already possessed the strongest fighter jet in the world.

He couldn’t bear to shatter a woman’s dream.

Lin Mo never interfered in business matters. Even though the Dragoon consortium thrived in Northern Afghanistan, he had never thought of reaching out to a woman for help. Despite Sally insisting that her entire fortune belonged to Lin Mo, he had never thought of it in that way.

Sally worked so hard to provide all Afghans with a stable and happy life, understanding deeply the hardships brought by war.

The Americans, Germans, British, and Russians—those invaders—all came as thieves under the guise of liberation to plunder Afghanistan’s wealth. Only the Chinese truly came to engage in fair trade, which is why the Dragoon consortium maintained such a close relationship with the Chinese military, confusing external forces.

Sally’s genuine smile charmed everyone around her, even captivating the other women.

Lin Mo’s ultimate foe, U.S. Air Force Colonel Eagle King David de Hitt, recorded one more kill, successfully taking down a high-tier ace from Sweden. His overall ranking increased, placing him at 16th, drawing closer to high tier two.

Yasha brought Lin Mo videos and intelligence from the intelligence department on the Eagle King, and Sally was straightforward, directly engaging brokers and intelligence agencies. She aggressively used dollars to uncover Colonel David de Hitt’s personal preferences, home address, and family details. Together, they managed to dig deep into Lin Mo’s opponent.

But that wasn’t all; Sally also hired behavioral psychologists and analysts to study her opponent’s tactical habits. This costly move astonished Lin Mo’s temporary logistics chief, Yasha.

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“Listen up, kid, I’m ‘Mora’ from Brazil. Watch yourself! I have people backing me up. If you’re smart, you’d better surrender now! Give in, and I might spare your life.”

“Hey! Did you hear that? If you don’t start behaving, watch out for your family! My boss is a big deal in South America—he kills and burns without mercy, really ruthless. Don’t think you’re safe just because you’re in China. Hmph! Our boss knows many mercenaries who can easily take your life. Even if you flee to Antarctica, it won’t help. If not for yourself, at least think about your family.”

“Hey, hey! You yellow-skinned pig, are you listening? I’m waiting for your response. What’s that, laser? Huh? No, stop! Oh no! Ah…”

Boom!

A huge fireball erupted in the sky. From the start of the battle to its end, it lasted only five minutes, making it one of the shortest fights in this year’s "Abyss Nirvana."

The fourth opponent, who had become a stepping stone for Lin Mo, was utterly defeated. He could do nothing but chatter endlessly, threatening and intimidating as soon as he took to the air.

He viewed Lin Mo as an ordinary, mentally unstable civilian beginner. He thought he could shake Lin Mo’s fighting spirit with such tactics, hoping to strike when Lin Mo was flustered or scare him back, all for the chance to swindle some prize money from the big boss for a lavish lifestyle. It was a perfectly enticing idea.

This guy na?vely assumed that most participants in the novice tier were beginners, perhaps on their first battle, and hadn’t even bothered to research his opponent’s battle history. If he had watched any battle video of the pilot codenamed "Number 13," he surely would not have dared to threaten him right off the bat.

Sometimes, ignorance is a kind of bliss. At least this "Mora" did not perish in complete terror.

While using thug tactics to intimidate ordinary people might work, it could never sway Lin Mo’s resolve. Such high-stakes battles often had these overconfident fools as mere backdrop.

Lin Mo didn’t even bother to acknowledge his opponent’s taunts. He shattered the man’s dreams effortlessly and scored 10 points without any pressure at all.

The Gauss electromagnetic railgun fired for the first time, its laser guidance beam locking onto the opponent’s aircraft. Before the enemy could react, Lin Mo pressed the launch button.

A 100-gram explosive charge, equivalent in power to a 500-gram TNT warhead, propelled at high speed by electromagnetic force, obliterated the opponent’s single-engine jet fighter into a cloud of metallic debris. The all-talk, no-action "Mora" died on the spot.

“Damn it, Lackel! You scammer! Damn you, ‘Mora!’ Both of you pigs can go to hell!”

In the task center of the Aleppo Tal Shegheib air force base, a big, bloated man with a furious expression yelled, kicking over a coffee table in front of him. He was nearly beside himself with rage.

He had thought he could make a fortune in this high-tech death match but found himself bankrupt before even five minutes had elapsed. Aircraft lost, lives lost.

A MiG-21 jet fighter worth over ten million dollars, along with the bragging pilot “Mora,” had turned to ashes in their first battle, leaving this South American tycoon seething with rage.

He had been played! He became the biggest laughingstock of the entire "Abyss Nirvana," with everyone around him casting jeering and mocking glances, as if he were an unsophisticated, newly rich bumpkin. While that was true, he always considered himself upper class.

If only that "Mora" hadn’t been so boastful, he might have salvaged some dignity. Instead, that reckless fool continued to brag even after being swiftly defeated.

What a scene! He praised himself to the heavens, only to be killed in an instant. This was more than a slap in the face.

The South American tycoon lost more than just the ten million dollars spent on the aircraft; he had other hefty expenses, and with defeat, all his investments went down the drain.

This money represented his hard-earned wealth from smuggling arms, drugs, kidnapping, extortion, and human trafficking. Now, it had all vanished.

The man called Lackel had led this South American tycoon to believe that there were enormous profits to be made in the event. Winning five consecutive matches to enter the intermediate tier would yield continuous, massive profits and connections with various governments. He even provided many documented case studies.

While the words were not false, the fundamental requirement was to have a high-performance fighter jet and a talented pilot who could actually survive and advance.

Relying solely on a second-hand MiG-21 and a pilot who claimed to be an ace, this seemingly unreliable combination had expertly led Lackel to seduce the South American tycoon with sweet nothings.

For a 100% profit, people would trample on all human laws; for a 300% profit, they would dare to commit any crime, even risking the gallows. The "Abyss Nirvana" clearly fit that standard, and the enormous interests behind this event ignited the tycoon’s gambling spirit for his hard-earned empire. Life and death were just a toss-up.

The tycoon paid a hefty price, used countless connections, and finally made it to Syria to participate in this "Abyss Nirvana" international pilot death match.

Every participant who survived the grueling competition knew an old saying: “The novice tier is always full of surprises!”

Even if the Dragon Knight didn’t get angry, the consequences would still be severe.

Unfortunately for "Mora," the most foolish rookie, he had landed against the most vicious Dragon Knight in the novice tier and foolishly viewed him as an inexperienced civilian.

He didn’t even have a chance to eject; just like that, "Mora" met his end.