Chapter 664

Chapter 664: I Want to Kill

Bang!

Pow!

Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted from Lin Mo’s swinging arm, and a half-arc transparent shield that surrounded his body flickered and vanished.

The powerful shockwave sent Marina Ivanovna, along with her gun, flying, causing her to tumble several meters before landing silently on the ground, unconscious.

"Yasha" was unexpectedly out of ammunition, the gun’s muzzle emitting a faint, pungent white smoke that quickly vaporized in the air. He stared at Lin Mo in surprise, not expecting such a phenomenon from him. What was this? An energy shield?!

Lin Mo became even more mysterious in Yasha’s eyes, wondering how many secrets he still had.

Lin Mo’s adherence to knightly spirit and mercy did not mean that Yasha wouldn’t act ruthlessly.

"Ah! Call a doctor, I’ve been shot!"

A unfortunate kid among Yuri’s bodyguards cried out while clutching his thigh on the ground.

"Number 13! You bastard, control your men! Look what he’s done! You owe medical fees! Hurry, apply pressure to the wound and find a doctor!"

Yuri panicked, abandoning the excitement to rush with others toward the unlucky bodyguard, scrambling to provide first aid.

The missed bullets from Yasha became unpredictable ricochets, and the unfortunate bystander who was simply watching got hit; he was clearly not in Yasha’s line of fire and was over thirty meters away, yet he still fell victim to this unexpected disaster.

"Drag the fighter jet inside! Confiscate it! Package that girl up and hand her over to Dragoon’s people. Sally needs a decent pilot to safeguard her."

Lin Mo waved his hand nonchalantly, adopting an air of indifference as he shifted his gaze to his flustered neighbor, saying, "You cover the medical fees!"

If this Ukrainian pilot hadn’t shown up, Lin Mo wouldn’t have thought about packing both the person and the fighter together.

It was truly pitiful for the pilot to be without bodyguards; for that reason, bodyguards rarely left their sides, almost becoming standard for every contestant’s team.

How unfortunate for that kid! Why did he have to recklessly run into a bullet? Yasha felt dejected, realizing he wouldn’t be receiving any compensation, most likely losing his entire month’s allowance.

Filled with resentment, Yasha glanced at the MiG-35 at the hangar door and the oblivious Ukrainian girl, feeling a sudden surge of excitement. The "Abyss Nirvana" was indeed a place without law.

This guy was up for robbery as well.

Now, Yasha looked more favorably at Lin Mo, thinking it would be a crime not to take advantage of such an opportunity; medical fees were insignificant when he could just take a wheel from the MiG.

"Drag the plane inside."

Yasha grinned, gesturing to his hangar, and the "Demon Hunter" soldiers, readying themselves for action, understood their leader’s intent—it was time to seize what was offered.

Since they were all destined to become cannon fodder, they might as well take it and avoid waste.

Yasha’s thoughts were clear; the sponsors behind "Joan of Arc" wanted their belongings back, and he wouldn’t let a chance slip by. Ha! The Chinese People’s Liberation Army had nothing to fear from anyone.

As for the upcoming two-on-one fight, Yasha could only pray for two inexperienced opponents and hoped that Lin Mo, that bastard, would promote to the intermediate tier soon.

"What’s wrong, can’t make the move?"

Sally waited in the mission center’s hall with a jar of homemade meat soup for Lin Mo. She realized that to win a man’s heart, one must first win his stomach; as long as she offered him food, he would certainly follow along obediently.

"Unbeatable! The ammunition isn’t even sufficient; this is a hollow victory."

Lin Mo took the meat soup without hesitation, opening the thermos to reveal large chunks of meat, releasing a rich aroma of lamb that lacked any gamey smell; it was evident that Sally had put in great effort.

"Is that ‘Joan of Arc’ pretty?!" Sally casually handed him chopsticks and a soup spoon, acting like a dutiful wife providing attentive service.

A hint of sourness filled the air, and as soon as the words left her mouth, Sally’s expression changed. Oh no, why did I say that? Suddenly, a flutter of anxiety filled her mind, and she looked at Lin Mo nervously.

The foodie was busy devouring a large piece of lamb, popping it into his mouth. Eating high-nutrition energy bars and Yasha’s cooking was nice, but sometimes trying a foreign flavor was a refreshing change.

"Appearance?!" Lin Mo paused, genuinely not having paid any attention to that question. After a moment of recollection, he shook his head, "Average looks, but decent skills!"

Having grown accustomed to the beauty of ordinary Chinese women, the Dragon Knight was unimpressed by foreign women.

His tastes were already different from most.

"Really?"

Sally’s eyes involuntarily narrowed into crescent moons. Even Lin Mo didn’t notice the faint hint of jealousy that silently dissipated into the air. She quietly sighed with relief; polygamy was commonplace in the Islamic world.

Decent skills? If it weren’t for just finishing an aerial battle, many men would have quickly jumped to conclusions.

Lin Mo savored the taste; the lamb was tender and fragrant, nearly melting in his mouth. Following Sally’s words, he said, "Really! The lamb is great. Let’s have someone pack that ‘Joan of Arc’ up and send her over to you in Gem Valley. As a ace pilot, she’s still qualified."

Hearing Lin Mo’s praise, Sally smiled even wider, but as she processed the thought that Lin Mo was offering ‘Joan of Arc’ to her, her mind raced. Wait, isn’t slavery a thing of the past in modern society? Was he suggesting capturing that Ukrainian Female Pilot to be a slave?!

"’Joan of Arc’ is backed by a powerful organization. Her family owes a lot of money. Are you really going to send her to me?"

Sally fixed Lin Mo with a half-smiling, half-serious gaze—this seemed too far-fetched.

Whether intentional or not, on Lin Mo’s way back, Sally quickly used her connections to investigate the background of the Ukrainian Female Pilot Lin Mo had brought back. With enough money, any information could be uncovered. "Abyss Nirvana" competitions have always benefited from professional intelligence agencies and brokers; in no time, Sally got all the information she wanted.

"Owe money?!" Lin Mo froze, pulling the meat soup back from his mouth, then saying, "If it can be solved with money, it’s not an issue!"

No longer bothered by the cost of building fighter jets, the knight wasn’t short on cash.

"That’s true!"

Sally nodded. If it came down to it, they could shift the debt. If they could get through this gift smoothly, how much could an ordinary family owe? It would be a considerable amount already gained from Lin Mo’s investment.

"Hey! Number 13, why don’t you take care of ‘Joan of Arc’?!"

Suddenly, a voice cut in.

Who?! Lin Mo frowned, shifting his gaze to see a stumbling, short, chubby old man striding toward him, angrily pointing at his nose and demanding, "Why aren’t you firing? Why are you violating the organizers’ rules?"

As soon as Vladimir saw ‘Joan of Arc’ chasing after Number 13, he knew it was bad. He immediately spent a fortune to hire a jet fighter, and after a bumpy, life-threatening journey, he reached the government army air force base in Damascus in just twenty minutes.

The cost of this flight was definitely high.

"Who are you?" Lin Mo’s face turned cold. Who was this short, chubby old man, to question him so rudely?

"I’m Vladimir, ‘Joan of Arc’s’ agent. Kid, I’ll warn you—if you know what’s good for you, return ‘Joan of Arc’ and the fighter jet, and compensate our boss with ten million dollars. Hmph, our boss is not someone to mess with. Watch your back and your family’s lives."

Vladimir threatened Lin Mo, puffing up with pride as he glanced at Sally, the young Persian girl making him drool.

A draw, for gamblers who had placed small bets, might mean getting their bets back with minimal fees. But for Vladimir’s boss, who had invested billions, even the most favorable rates would amount to a significant loss.

Of course, that loss couldn’t be recovered from the in-debt ‘Joan of Arc’; it could only be taken from Lin Mo.

Vladimir thought that this little pilot couldn’t possibly stand against the organization behind him.

"Get lost!"

Lin Mo growled, his Battle Energy suddenly flaring up, unleashing a tremendous force.

Threatening his family had crossed the Dragon Knight’s bottom line. In another world, Morin had never experienced the warmth of family, yet in this world, he had a not entirely complete but still perfect family. His parents’ divorce hadn’t diminished the love he received, making him treasure it even more and appreciate the opportunities fate had given him.

In an instant, the unsuspecting Vladimir was sent flying six meters away.

The impact of a light shield!

This was a small spell that turned defense into offense. Although it couldn’t stop bullets, it effectively created a thin barrier around him, especially when released, unleashing a certain explosive force at close range.

The short, chubby old man hadn’t expected Lin Mo to suddenly act. He didn’t know what was happening, feeling as though he had been hit hard, struggling on the ground unable to get back up.

"You bastard! You’re dead! Your whole family is dead! You’ll face retaliation!" Vladimir continued to threaten, stubborn even when in a vulnerable position.

Lin Mo scoffed, saying nothing as he casually handed the thermos back to Sally and stepped forward.

Today, he was ready to kill!

"No, don’t come closer! I’m sorry, I apologize, please don’t kill me! Please, no! I won’t dare again!" Vladimir screamed like a pig being slaughtered, somehow managing to kick off the ground and roll back several meters.

He saw a killing intent in Lin Mo’s eyes that was as ferocious as a beast, with no doubt that his life was in grave danger.