Dragoon fighter

Although Major Mo, the attaché of the embassy, ​​could not reveal to Lin Mo the actions of the intelligence agency in the United States, and what those who were pursuing him wanted to get from Lin Mo, after all, the "Fenrir" alloy was related to national power and was too important. , the embassy-level authority was not qualified to be disclosed to Lin Mo, and most of the intelligence personnel involved in the operation did not know about it.

Even if the United States and the CIA have great plans to get rid of Lockheed, the culprit, and get their own pockets, the status of the world's largest arms dealer is obviously not qualified to have such a thing.

But Major Mo told Lin Mo which organizations had attacked him.

Obviously, he told Lin Mo that even though he took the blame for the intelligence department, there was no way to know the reason. The secrets might be rotten in the hearts of many people, and they would not be able to reveal anything even until they died, but it allowed Lin Mo to keep his future. The power to take revenge with a chance.

International competition has never been completely peaceful. Lin Mo's department will inevitably have to fight with these organizations. If we encounter these organizations in future missions, hey, there is every reason to choose some particularly powerful bombs. Kill these guys to pieces.

This can be regarded as a small favor returned to Lin Mo by the intelligence department. In the future, there will be deeper and broader cooperation. It is also very necessary to have a good relationship with an ace pilot who has the authority to fight overseas.

The cooperation between the two parties has always been close. Lin Mo often came to the rescue of the intelligence department, and of course the intelligence department also wiped Lin Mo's butt.

The people at Lockheed deserved their misfortune because of their relationship with the CIA. He lurked near the hotel and tricked Lin Mo.

This was good. After Lin Mo returned to the hotel, Major Mo unreasonably identified the Lockheed personnel who were guarding the door of the hotel, waiting like wolves for opportunities.

Enemies meet. Extremely jealous.

When Lin Mo was trying out his sword, he suddenly saw Mickey Friedman outside the hotel. With Major Mo's guidance, he naturally recognized this guy who always caused trouble for him. Now the director of the Lockheed Operations Division appeared again. Without the advantage of information asymmetry, there is no escape -

"Mr. Rabery, this is the renewal agreement. This is the 30% discount we can give you. Then please pay the 30% deposit. Thank you very much for allowing our hotel to continue to serve you."

Hotel manager Noomi Dick handed the secretary's final revised agreement to Boeing's receptionist.

Boeing lost four of its sixth-generation fighter experimental aircraft FA-XX. Not only were the losses heavy, the out-of-control fighter jets even shot down two F-22 Raptors.

Although there were no casualties and only the pilot was frightened, Boeing still indirectly slapped Lockheed in the face.

In order to investigate the cause, Boeing conducted an internal technical inspection of the source code and an internal self-inspection of Area 51. Boeing had to ask aviation expert groups from various countries to stay in the United States. If it went according to normal plans. The presentation was long overdue these days. Enter the final travel and entertainment schedule.

But now even the fa-xx battle is missing, and the final tasting meeting cannot be held, in order to eliminate the suspicion of aviation experts from various countries. Boeing had to spend its own money to keep these experts under house arrest in a hotel and carry out investigation work in secret.

The previous hotel accommodation costs were paid by each country. However, all the expenses incurred during the detention period had to be borne by Boeing. There were nearly a thousand people, which was also a huge expense. If not, other countries would not give Boeing and the Americans face and just pat their butts. Just leave. At worst, the politicians of the two countries are just bickering. The country that can produce fighter jets is independent. Which one is easy to pinch? The aviation industry is the best proof of the strength of a country’s industrial system.

"Okay! Mr. Dick!"

Labrie, the receptionist at Boeing, signed the agreement and stamped it with his official seal. He took out a blank check that had been signed and stamped, but had a limited number of digits, and filled in the deposit number.

The authorization given to him by Boeing is quite large. He can fill in any amount between US$1 million and US$9.99 million.

After handing over the check, Labrie accidentally glanced out the window of his office and was suddenly stunned. The hotel general manager's office was located so that the hotel entrance could be completely within sight.

"What's wrong? Mr. Raberry?" The hotel manager Noomi Dick suddenly saw that Raberry's expression at Boeing suddenly became strange.

"I think the green plants outside your front door should be repaired." Labrie was still staring out the window, without turning his head.

"How can it be?"

Noomi Dick expressed that he could not understand Labery's incomprehensible words. He followed the other person's gaze and looked out the window, as if he had seen something incredible. He suddenly opened his mouth wide and could not close it for a long time. He murmured to himself absentmindedly: "You That's right, Mr. Raberry!"

The sound of air conditioning in the room sounded one after another -

Mitch Friedman never expected that the other party would just wave his giant sword from a distance of twenty meters, and see an invisible force sweeping towards them like an overwhelming force.

The carefully decorated garden shrubs and plants on the roadside seemed to have been slashed by an extremely sharp blade, their branches and leaves flying wildly, and their heads were shaved flat. It was like a terrible scene that had been messed up by a poor gardener.

"Lie down!"

Several CIA agents who saw this scene at the hotel door shouted. As if encountering a grenade on the battlefield, the Lockheed people reflexively threw their heads to the ground, and Mickey Friedman was also killed by his subordinates. Pulled to the ground.

Although the people in the operations department are not very effective at some things, their reactions are extremely quick.

It's not as simple as just swinging the sword a few times. This is a special combat skill that only dragon knights can master.

Only aerial knights who are extremely sensitive to airflow can master the supersonic wind pressure with lethality after stirring the air.

It is specially used to use the air flow to create a killing effect when the light fighting energy is insufficient.

Created solely by gunpowder, the magic-like sword skill only has very terrifying lethality at close range, especially against soft targets. It is powerless against solid metal armor.

"Mr. Mitch Friedman, we finally met. It was so hard for you to hide this from me."

Lin Mo unceremoniously kicked away a few extra guys like a dog, picked up the director of Lockheed Operations from the ground, and dragged him to the hotel by his collar like a dog to death.

The surrounding CIA agents had already reacted, but when they saw the gleaming giant sword and the messy green belt, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Their small pistols seemed to be no match for this huge sword. Even if it was not sharpened, the weight of the huge sword could even be ignored. As long as the big sword moved even slightly, the 9mm caliber pistol bullets would be useless. .

The agents were about to take action, but as if they had collectively received the order, they all retreated.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeter, the head of the CIA here, received a warning from Major Mo, the military attaché of the Chinese Embassy, ​​that this was a personal grudge and it was better for the intelligence agencies of both parties not to get involved.

Although the country has national laws, the intelligence agencies are the most unfettered type of people. Under mutual restraint, the CIA can only succumb to the unspoken rules, pretend not to see it, and let the unlucky Lockheed company be bullied.

"Mr. 'Dragon Knight', it's a pleasure to meet you!" Mickey Friedman was shaking like chaff, and the smile he forced out was uglier than crying. Damn it, how could he recognize me as the person behind the scenes? Did someone betray themselves?

At least he knew that if he denied it, it would definitely be worse than death. The guy in front of him was simply a lawless murderer who cared little about human life. He knew that the closer he got to this guy, the more trouble would happen.

But it was useless to think about it now. This guy was right in front of him, dragging that terrifying weapon.

Oh my god, Bartley is not as scary as this thing. Who on earth is so wicked as to create such a thing? If you want to kill yourself, all you have to do is throw it to the ground like a chicken. Isn't this torture?

"Yeah! Okay! I believe that my recent unhappiness must have something to do with you." Lin Mo left Mickey Friedman at the door of the hotel. With a shake of his hand, the nearly two-meter giant sword directly grazed the opponent's neck. , like cutting into tofu, sinking into the ground more than two feet deep.

"My God, it's really Satan." Mitch Friedman was almost scared to the point of peeing, but he didn't dare to move.

The CIA agents turned their heads in horror, knowing that they were trying to scare the monkeys.

The other party wants to vent out the bad energy of being hunted and killed these days, and Lockheed's people are the unlucky chickens.

"Let's settle an account. Don't you think I don't know anything? Someone has told me that Lockheed has dared to attack me again and again. There has been no response to the request I made last time. , it seems that they really don’t take me seriously, hum, that’s great, this is the United States, I happen to be right here, I can run away, but the monk can’t run away from the temple, and I also know where your Lockheed is, then Take some time out and beat your Lockheed, and let me see if you still have the confidence to continue showing off for me."

Mitch Friedman had no doubt that the other party could do this and immediately screamed: "No, no, you can't do this!"

Seeing those indifferent CIA agents, Mitch Friedman gritted his teeth with hatred. These guys who wasted taxpayers' money were so disgusting that they didn't even know to come to help. In order to dispel this terrible idea, he quickly said: "This is America, you really have to do this, the US government will not let you go, the CIA people are here, if you don’t want to cause more trouble for yourself, it’s best not to do this.”