Dragoon fighter

"Get out! Get away as far as possible. The next time I see you, I will kill you!"

Lin Mo said gloomily.

"Yes, yes!" Vladimir rolled away and crawled away. He did not expect that this Chinese pilot was so terrifying. Is this a pilot or a god of death? !

When I go back to complain to the boss, hehe, I will spare you for now, and I will settle the accounts with you later.

Vladimir stared at Lin Mo from a distance full of resentment.

"Sally!"

"Huh?!" Sally's eyes changed when she looked at Lin Mo, as if she knew what Lin Mo wanted to say.

"Kill him for me, quietly."

The dragon knight has never been a believer in men and women. Instead of believing that a cunning enemy will give up just because of a threat, it is better to believe that a sow can climb a tree.

"Kill him? I'll do it!"

The voice of "Yaksha" was handed over, and this guy slipped out of the hangar at some point.

Sally glanced at the squad leader of the Chinese special forces, then turned to Lin Mo to listen to his decision.

Lin Mo was stunned and glanced at "Yaksha". Is this guy going to provide additional services? But immediately I heard "Yaksha" say: "Don't worry, I will definitely do a very clean job, but you have to reimburse me for the medical expenses of 'Yuri' bodyguard."

Sure enough, he is a calculating guy. This is obviously taking over the job and wiping the blame.

"OK!"

Lin Mo nodded. The combat effectiveness of any soldier in the "Demon Hunter" team was far superior to that of the special forces. They could carry out assassinations without anyone noticing, as if they were doing it at home.

"hey-hey!"

"Yaksha" was overjoyed. Looking at the figure stumbling away -

Malina Ivanovna raised her eyelids with difficulty, her dim and blurred vision gradually became clearer, as if she had slept for a long time.

A delicate girl with a white tulle on her face appeared in her sight, looking at her.

"Ah!~" Malina Ivanovna's eyes suddenly opened, she sat up as if she was frightened, looked around with wide eyes, and then returned her gaze to the girl. Said: "Here, where is this?"

The pressure combined with the huge debt owed by her family, the life-and-death battle in the air, and Vladimir's persecution made her physically and mentally exhausted. After being knocked unconscious by Lin Mo's light shield, a full 24 hours had passed since he lost consciousness.

"This is the air force base in Damascus!" Sally looked at the prisoner Lin Mo had captured with a smile.

"What? No. No, I have to go back!"

Malina Ivanovna wanted to stand up.

"Don't worry!" Sally stopped Malina Ivanovna from getting up and said with a smile: "You don't have to go back!"

"What?" Malina Ivanovna was stunned, no, she still has her family, she can't stay here anymore.

"Don't worry, your family is fine!"

Sally seemed to see what Malina Ivanovna was thinking.

"family?!"

Malina Ivanovna looked at Sally blankly, how could the other party know about her, and her heart tightened, maybe she had fallen into the clutches of the devil again.

Sally said: "Don't worry. I have reached an agreement with your boss. You no longer need to worry about your family's debt problem! All you have to do now is to have a good rest and then work for me!"

The aviation team of Gem Valley really needs an ace pilot to take over, and this is a gift from Lin Mo. she is very satisfied

an hour ago.

"Mr. 'No. 13', isn't it impolite for you to kill my men without permission? Even if you don't like him, you should say hello to me first."

A white man in a white suit sat in front of Lin Mo, shaking his cigar and blowing a smoke ring, as if he was worried that one of his eagle dogs had been killed. He raised an army to investigate the crime without caring.

"I wonder who you're talking about?"

Lin Mo's face was expressionless. "Yaksha" was extremely efficient. He didn't expect it to be finished so quickly. However, after beating the dog with his front foot, the owner also came to the door.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it, but you have to return my pilot and MiG-35 to me."

The white man in a white suit didn't care at all about Lin Mo's denial. In short, some things didn't require evidence. In his eyes, the life and death of one of his subordinates might be worse than that of a dog.

"No way! Those are my prisoners and trophies!"

The dragon knight unswervingly implemented his principles and wanted Lin Mo to spit out the things. It was extremely difficult.

"'No. 13', I'm warning you! You didn't fire when you could clearly shoot it down. This is violating the rules of the competition. You are provoking the authority of 'Abyss Nirvana'!"

The white man in the white suit spoke with great justice, as if he was speaking for the organizer of the "Abyss Nirvana" competition. This was because he was deliberately taking advantage of the situation.

He has investigated the background of "No. 13", and it is suspected that he has a Chinese background. No matter how powerful his organization is, it is impossible to confront a country. If the organizer of the "Abyss Nirvana" competition is involved, he can still give the other party more or less pressure.

The voice of the white man in the white suit was so loud that almost half of the mission center could hear it clearly.

Finally, the white man in the white suit continued deliberately: "Humph! You are so bold, let me see who will support you! You should be punished more severely and must compensate all bettors!" He glanced around with proud eyes, as if Standing in the middle of a large crowd of supporters.

This "number 13" not only caused him to lose a lot of money, but also must have been the target of criticism from other bettors.

Due to this draw, all the gamblers who bet on either side lost a handling fee. If the sum of money is added up, it is not small. If you isolate the other side and use the opportunity to pressure, even if the other side has the background of the Chinese side, I am afraid that thousands of people will lose it. He had to bow his head even when he was pointed at.

Getting back the "Joan of Arc" and the MiG-35 is the most important thing, and maybe the other party can also pay a hush fee.

Hum hum, little one, you are still young!

The white man in the white suit sneered in his heart.

"I support!"

At this moment an untimely objection suddenly appeared.

"Oh! 'Yuri'!" Lin Mo, who was about to put the other party on the death list, was suddenly surprised. His neighbor, "Yuri" from Australia, actually stood on his side and proposed to the white man in a white suit. Objections.

No one who can bet here has an ordinary fortune, and those who can invest more than a billion dollars are more powerful than ordinary rich people. It really takes a lot of courage to challenge such rich people.

"Yuri" made Lin Mo couldn't help but take a high look.

"You!" The white man in the white suit had a fierce look on his face. This "I support!" was tantamount to a slap in the face.

"I support it too!"

Suddenly, a black pilot walked up behind Lin Mo and looked at the white man in a white suit with provocation.

"I support!"

"And I!"

"Count me in!"

"I also support 'No. 13'!"

A scene that stunned everyone appeared. One by one, the pilots stood beside Lin Mo, staring eagerly at the white man in a white suit.

It seemed that it was not Lin Mo who really offended the public, but the white man in a white suit who clamored to accuse Lin Mo of violating the rules of engagement and should be punished more severely.

"I support it too!" Sally still stood firmly beside Lin Mo, glaring at the guy who came to ask for trouble. After all, she was also the overlord of the party. She wanted money, land, people, and people. Even with guns, they are not easy to bully. Who can the Pathans who have experienced hundreds of battles be afraid of?

There were also a few dignitaries who joined in, not afraid of getting into trouble.

"You, you guys!"

The white man in a white suit stood up angrily and took a few steps back after being slapped from both sides.

The momentum was so amazing that when one was provoked, a large group jumped out. These pilots were not from all over the world, how could they be so united? !

It is impossible for someone like him to understand the glory of the Sky Knight.

On the one hand, it forces its own pilots to die, and not only that, but also withholds ammunition, which would be a shameful massacre.

On the other hand, all pilots admire the proud spirit of chivalry. Pilots are probably the last warriors in the world who possess chivalry. This tradition has been around since the birth of the combat-type Sky Knight in World War I. It continues to this day.

Even if the pilots of both sides are captured, they will not be deliberately mistreated. Even if they voluntarily participate in the "Abyss Nirvana" International Pilot Death Fight Competition and have the consciousness to die in battle, Vladimir, the white man's subordinate in the white suit, deliberately suppresses the combat effectiveness of his own pilots. This is This behavior is disgusting and truly violates the bottom line of all pilots.

In addition, "Joan of Arc" belongs to the Japanese army camp and was captured by the government participants. This natural hostility will also make most of the government pilots in this mission center identify with Lin Mo.

Even people and fighter jets can be turned back. This kind of thing is much more magical than shooting down the opponent. It is simply too cool.

"Okay! Okay!" The white man in the white suit panicked, dropped the cigar he had smoked for a few puffs, looked at Lin Mo with a strong but dry look and said, "Very good, just wait, you will definitely regret it, huh"

"This is the money that Joan of Arc owes you, and I will pay it back on her behalf! I'm warning you not to have any ideas about Joan of Arc or her family in the future. Don't think that just because you are the boss behind Shatan, you can do whatever you want. , I’m not someone to be trifled with either.”

Sally threw a signed check to the white man in the white suit. The supreme queen of the dragoon consortium, who was extremely domineering, continued with an extremely arrogant tone and continued: "If you want a fighter jet, let Mikoyan's people come to me! Now, I don’t want to see you again, get out!”

The white man in a white suit, whose identity was revealed, glanced at Lin Mo, Sally and others, picked up the check, and left in embarrassment with his men without saying a word.

Once those pilots unite, the pressure may even force the organizers of "Abyss Nirvana" to give in.