Dragoon fighter

Lin Mo volunteered to participate in the "Abyss Nirvana" competition. The country had already gotten what it wanted, so it was naturally unlikely that it would continue to squeeze its own pilots like it squeezed contracted workers.

Whether to fight or not is entirely up to one's own free will. The more points you get, the less points you get, and your superiors don't have any complaints. This is a good thing that you picked up for free.

Now the treasures purchased by "Yaksha" have made several big guys in the domestic aviation industry very happy. It is enough to push the Chinese aviation technology to a higher level. No one will interfere with what Lin Mo does next, even if Lin Mo wants to hit Special level, domestic military and defense stars and other beneficiaries will give their full support without reservation.

Compared with the manpower and material resources spent to sponsor Lin Mo to participate in the war, what was returned in exchange for this trip were high-end technologies that were urgently needed in the country and could not be bought with money.

The next battles are all mid-level and high-level, and there is no pressure on Lin Mo. His record in death team battles will bring invisible psychological pressure to those mid-level and high-level opponents.

"Maureen, there's good news! And there's bad news! Which one do you want to hear first?"

Sally is the only outsider who allows you to enter and exit the hangar freely. The two team captains responsible for the security mission know the identity and background of this Afghan girl and her relationship with Lin Mo. They automatically classify her as harmless by default. Allow the other party to enter the safe area without any inspection.

"If you want to report good news or not bad news, let's talk about it first so that I won't even have the heart to cry later."

A smile appeared on the dragon knight's face, and he looked at the beautiful Afghan girl. Not only was she outstanding in appearance, but she also had a special aura of a superior, like a queen.

"About the 'Eagle King'! He is going back."

Sally's money in exchange for information provided Lin Mo with great help in this international pilot death fighting competition and assumed the responsibility of the staff department.

As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you can win every battle. The detailed opponent intelligence obtained by the dragoon consortium's female boss each time, coupled with the analysis of the hired team of professional intelligence experts, often allows Lin Mo to have a complete battle plan in mind before taking off.

"This guy should have gone back a long time ago. It would be an advantage for him to save his life and go back. Humph, if he doesn't go back, do he still want to fight a ground war with me?"

For Lin Mo, the other party was disgraced by him and almost lost his life. Coupled with the 'Dark Eagle' that died in his hands before, the US 1st Flying Wing and this Liangzi of his were considered to be incompatible. The knot becomes deeper and deeper.

While listening to Lin Mo's words, Sally snapped her fingers skillfully. Her bodyguards pushed the dining cart through the security check. They did not get the same preferential treatment as Sally. They opened the dining cart and began to clean the workbench for Lin Mo. They placed huge portions of food. The rich fragrance of Persian food filled the air. throughout the hangar.

"Please have a meal!"

Sally's role at this moment is like a professional maid. Her hands and feet were busy, just like every Muslim woman, setting out tableware and food for her man.

If the outside world knew that the female boss of Dragoon Consortium, with a net worth of nearly billions of dollars, was serving a foreign unmarried man like a maid, how many eyes would pop out of his eyes.

The faces of the bodyguards all had expressions of matter-of-factness, and Lin Mo sat down calmly, preparing to enjoy today's extra meal. The Dragon Knight had more than four meals a day.

"Say! What's the bad news? I hope I still have the appetite to eat it."

Lin Mo didn't regret letting "Eagle King" go in order to save "Yuri", he just felt that "Eagle King" was unlucky. It was not blown to pieces by the last two Gauss electromagnetic artillery shells, including the manned and fighter jets.

The aroma of various foods and the sound of swallowing all around, Sally's craftsmanship successfully defeated the will of the soldiers of the Chinese special forces. It was not that their will was not strong enough, on the contrary, their will was much stronger than anyone else's. , but in this situation, it is neither a security nor combat mission, nor is there any need to be prepared. It doesn't hurt to relax occasionally.

"Okay. Okay! Everyone has worked hard. Come together!"

Lin Mo waved to the Chinese soldiers who had been working hard for a long time, intending to borrow flowers and offer them to Buddha. The dragoon consortium with a net worth of several billion naturally doesn't care about this little money.

“Each person is only allowed to take one portion, please change the table, no waste is allowed!”

Captains "Yaksha" and "Bai Qi" looked at each other. Every time Sally came to deliver food to Lin Mo, they would always get some benefit.

The food brought from the country was either canned or vacuum-packed. Thanks to "Yaksha"'s skill, he was specially given to Lin Mo to cook a small stove. Although he didn't want to admit it, his craftsmanship was still inferior to Sally's.

Due to the war, prices in Damascus are extremely expensive, and "Yaksha" can only use domestic pre-packaged fresh ingredients. Compared with the freshness and variety of ingredients, the "Devil Hunter" team naturally cannot go out to purchase them with armored vehicles and machine guns. Compared with foreign tycoons.

The food sent by Sally did not contain the blood and sweat of the Chinese people. "Yaksha" commanded the soldiers to fight against the local tyrants to share the food without any psychological burden.

"The bad news may not be too bad for you. The 'Eagle King' went back to call someone more powerful than him. There is news that he is a special class from the previous year. You have to be careful."

With a smile on her face, Sally served Lin Mo a large bowl of food, which was stacked as high as a hill. It seemed that the more Lin Mo ate, the happier she became.

"I beat the younger ones and called the older ones. Then I knew. Well, after I finished the next game, I went back to China and asked them to call them. If you have the guts, come to China and give it a try. It would be weird if you don't beat them until their heads are covered with bruises." .”

Lin Mo didn't take this potential threat to heart at all. It didn't matter to him whether the people called by "Eagle King" would be in vain. He only knew that there were more top players in China waiting for those guys who wanted to be slapped in the face. Outside the door, his X-8 "Monster" prototype, which could not go abroad, was already hungry and thirsty.

An F-22 "Raptor" once strayed into Fujian, but the local air force directly attacked it without saying a word. China is not afraid of more people coming, and Lin Mo is very confident that whoever comes will die.

He doesn't mind adding a few more kills to the fighter jets he built himself within the national borders.

Speaking of which, Lin Mo also forgot to paint a few more kill records on his fighter jets.

Facts have proven that it is definitely an mt artifact that attracts hatred on the battlefield.

"Um!"

Sally covered her mouth gently and smiled. China was not as easy to bully as those in Afghanistan. She was naturally relieved. It seemed that the "Eagle King" was destined to have a wasted trip.

Lin Mo's mouth was quickly filled with food by Sally, and he devoured it with all his strength. Sally, who had seen his appetite, always thoughtfully prepared extra meals for him for a hundred people.

In essence, there is no difference between the dragon knight and the dragon. They are both a pair of foodies. Fortunately, these two fell into a country with great food.

The horror of Lin Mo's digestive ability is really outrageous. Except for the first few shocks, everyone has now turned a blind eye to Lin Mo's terrifying appetite. This is not a disease. It has been known to him as early as the Fifth Aerospace Training Center. It has been confirmed that all Lin Mo's physiological indicators are normal.

If it weren't for this appetite, I'm afraid Lin Mo would have been a confirmed astronaut long ago.

Lin Mo, who was enjoying his meal, suddenly saw the figure of his old neighbor from the hangar next door appearing at the door of his hangar.

"Eh!? 'Yuri'! Are you awake? Hey, who is that? Let him in. Don't worry, it's absolutely safe. 'Yuri' come here and have a good meal together to replenish your health." , this is the best news I heard today.”

Lin Mo greeted loudly and let him go.

"No!"

"Yuri" who always loved to eat at Lin Mo's place did not pounce on him and eat like before. He walked over and shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

While Lin Mo was enjoying Sally Hongxiu's food, he carefully wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"I'm going back! You have to take care of yourself."

"Yuri"'s mental state still doesn't look good, as if he had just been seriously ill, and his face is pale. It seems that a death team battle has drained a lot of his energy, and he has been lying in bed for a week. Couldn't fully recover.

"Okay, go back and reunite with your family as soon as possible, and enjoy life more in the future."

Lin Mo knew that many participants stopped flying after returning from "Abyss Nirvana" and lived peacefully with their families with their sponsors' bonuses.

"On the 13th, if you are free to come to Canberra, you can contact me. This is my contact information!"

"Yuri"'s voice was a bit weak, and he handed Lin Mo a card.

The name, address and contact number were written on it. It was just a fateful friendship, but "Yuri" even revealed his true information to Lin Mo. This trust cannot be measured by money.

"Oh! OK, if I have a chance, I will come to you." Lin Mo took the card and just put it away when he heard "Yuri" suddenly lowered his voice and said: "There is news. Before I leave, I must remind you." He did not shy away from Sally's presence, as if he already knew that Sally and Lin Mo were in the same group.

"What's wrong?" Lin Mo was surprised. Why was there so much news today? From "Yuri's" tone, it seemed like it was bad news.

"Yuri" said solemnly: "I heard that you are going to participate in the next three-machine formation battle. Be careful of the 'Red Coral' and the 'Gypsy'! They are very likely to put black guns in the back. This news Absolutely reliable, it was the raccoon and the peregrine falcon that got the information."

"Red Coral" and "Gypsy" are Lin Mo's temporary comrades in the formation for the next battle to advance to the senior group. Such ugly alliances of interests sometimes appear in competitions, but Lin Mo didn't expect to encounter them.

If "Yuri" and his small team teamed up with Lin Mo to engage in formation battles, there would be nothing to worry about. Birds of a feather flock together, and just like "Yuri", they are all reliable comrades who can use themselves to block their comrades' guns. There is no need to worry about being shot. It's a matter of eating everything inside and outside.

Many people in the outside world thought that Lin Mo would use points to redeem things after reaching a high level, because high levels can redeem more things. However, they did not expect that Lin Mo's points had almost been redeemed long ago.