Dragoon fighter

In the evening...the air force base appeared in front of Lin Mo's eyes, and fighter jets could be seen taking off with roars from time to time.

The vehicle arranged for him by the army stopped five hundred meters away from the gate, and a heavily guarded fortification blocked the way.

Along the way, we were surrounded by scorch marks and broken walls after the war, and there was still the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and the stench of burning in the air.

Mud bags filled with woven snakeskin bags formed a machine gun fortress. The sentries stationed at the fortifications had already seen a jeep driving over with the flag of the Army of Freedom, and waved and gestured to stop the vehicle.

Lin Mo jumped out of the car, took out a few hundred dollar bills and stuffed them into the driver's hand.

"Thank you, you can go back." US dollars are hard currency, and we don't want the other party's hard work to be in vain.

Seeing the sentry raising his gun and pointing it at him, Lin Mo made a gesture, took out his wallet, took out a piece of paper made of special material, and waved it in front of the sentry.

“Almighty Allah, another volunteer!”

Campbell Buddy murmured in his heart. He was very familiar with this stuff. His superiors told him that all foreigners holding such a note would be allowed to go.

It seems to have something to do with the big boss above, but he is not under the leadership of his superiors. He takes off on his own every day, and he has not heard of helping any friendly forces to knock down any of them.

"Go in! Five hundred meters inside, turn right and check in at the third tent on the right."

Campbell Buddy confirmed that the note in the other party's hand was not forged and gave instructions dutifully.

"Thanks!"

Lin Mo nodded, picked up his backpack and walked in the direction pointed by the sentry.

Huh? When the man passed by him, Campbell Buddy was surprised. There seemed to be something in his collar. When he reached out and grabbed it, it turned out to be a green dollar bill.

When was this stuffed in? Campbell Buddy looked at the back of the Asian young man blankly.

Lin Mo's lonely figure immediately attracted the attention of many people in the air force base. After all, the probability of Asians appearing here is extremely low.

"Hi! Hi! Look! Asians. How rare. Japanese or Korean!"

"Those with thin skin and tender meat are not the Rabbits who have appeared on stage. Look at the ones with thin skin and tender meat."

"That small body is not enough for fun."

Several black men were pointing at Lin Mo and shouting, (Shan Shen Slaughter Team) was really in need of a beating, and their shouting attracted more strange looks.

A bunch of brats looking for trouble!

Lin Mo glanced at them coldly.

I don’t know which country the contestants are from, but they don’t have the demeanor of an empty knight at all.

Just ignore it, why are dragon knights and ants wasting their energy.

You can still see many different things in the empty air force base, as if there is a small aircraft exhibition, something you have never seen before. Even aircraft that challenge human imagination can be found here.

There are... MiG-21, MiG-25, MiG-29, Su-27, Su-30, Mirage-4000, Typhoon and other types of fighter jets. You can even see a J-10. Some prodigal got the export version of the FC-20 "Raptor" from China and showed it off.

The fighter jets here are not differentiated by country at all. They are all a big skewer. Maybe the Japanese and the Americans are fighting in the sky.

In addition to the main jet fighters from various countries, you can also find some antiques at the airport, including the P-47 "Thunder" and "Spitfire" fighter jets. I don't know if he is here to die, or if he is brave because of his skill.

In some specially set up isolated aircraft nests, you can vaguely see aviation combat aircraft with special shapes. Styles that the public has never heard of.

Maybe it wouldn't be too surprising if a group of flying saucers suddenly flew out of here.

"Yellow boy, this is not the place you should be. Where did you come from? Go back to where you came from."

A thick, tall white man suddenly stopped in front of Lin Mo, holding arms as big as Lin Mo's legs and staring at him with an unkind expression.

Somehow, this big, round guy reminded Lin Mo of the A300 Airbus.

Although it is like a wall, it is nothing more than a scumbag with a combat power of only 5.

"Go away!"

Lin Mo didn't have anything nice to say, so he slowed down. But he didn't stop and bumped towards the other party.

"Huh! Boy, no one will be held accountable for dead people here!"

The opponent's joints rang a few times, and his big hand like a leaf fan went straight to grab Lin Mo's head, trying to take advantage of his body strength to grab the opponent's head in the air.

Others around him originally planned to continue watching with the eyes of a good show, but the next second. They never expected that the white man suddenly let out a scream and fell to his knees holding his arms.

The big hand that was as big as a bear's paw was simply squeezed by the Asian young man, and the entire arm as thick as a cow leg was twisted in the direction outside the joint, unable to move.

One-handed reverse joint technique, the big white bear-like guy is as weak as a baby, and he has gained so much weight in vain.

"Ant!" Lin Mo wasn't even interested in looking at the other person. He raised his leg and kicked the big white man in the stomach.

This fierce kick directly turned the opponent into a bent shrimp, fell back more than ten meters away, and turned into a rolling gourd.

There was a gasp from the surroundings, and the giant man weighing more than 200 kilograms was kicked away like a sack. The force was so terrifying.

It seems that monsters are really going to appear in this "Abyss Nirvana".

The "Abyss Nirvana" International Pilot Death Combat Competition can eliminate opponents in advance before entering the battlefield. This is the most labor-saving method.

Those provocative guys probably have this intention.

Not only did this show of force fail to scare off Lin Mo, but it actually made Lin Mo scare the monkeys and frightened the others.

A roadblock dog was simply dismissed.

Lin Mo had already seen the destination that the sentry reminded him of.

"Report here on the 13th."

Number 13, a very unlucky number for Westerners, has become Lin Mo's temporary flight code.

"'No. 13'? Let me think about it. Well, you are from the government and military. Bring your ticket. I want to register."

A black major officer was sitting in the tent, watching the large-screen TV hanging on the wall and drinking ice-cold beer. He didn't look back, not even interested in looking at Lin Mo.

The 42-inch large-screen TV was openly showing a blood-stirring love action movie, (Shen Shen Slaughter Team) with two naked giant meat worms intertwined and fighting for their lives, and the sound of rough breathing filled the whole room. It can be heard clearly even within a radius of 20 meters nearby.

The black major officer looked at it with gusto instead of smacking his lips.

Okay, another weird flower.

Lin Mo was already used to it, so he took out his ticket and put it on the only writing table in the room.

At this time, the black major who turned his attention away from the TV finally took a look at Lin Mo, took out something like a supermarket electronic scanning gun, pointed it at the special paper ticket, and scanned left and right. After a while, a soft beep was heard.

"Yes! Verified correctly!"

The black major pushed the ticket back to Lin Mo, and seemed to be impatiently telling Lin Mo some things he needed to know. He spoke very quickly, regardless of whether Lin Mo understood or not.

"There will be a transport plane taking you to Damascus at 5:30 in the afternoon. Before that, you can go find something to eat, or go to the 'comfort house' in the base to have some fun. There are the most beautiful busty girls there, and The purest powder, the most authentic cigars, the most fragrant coffee, the strongest wine, by the way, have you brought enough money? As long as there is money here, US dollars, Euros, RMB (Shan Shen Tu Ban Group) coins, Gold is fine, but nothing else will be accepted. Remember, don’t cause trouble, and resolve any personal grudges privately, otherwise the bullets of the law enforcement team will not recognize people.”

After saying that, regardless of Lin Mo's reaction, the black major turned his gaze back and continued to enjoy the exciting and intense fighting movie.

"Thank you!" Lin Mo got the information he needed. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly turned around and asked, "May I ask, where is the 'Eagle King'?"

"'Eagle King'?" The black major was suddenly stunned. He turned his head and stared at Lin Mo closely. His tone was no longer frivolous, but said with a bit of pity: "Poor yellow boy, hurry up and be happy, your Life has entered a countdown."

"Where is he?"

Lin Mo raised his eyebrows, but was not moved at all by the black major's weird tone, as if he didn't hear it at all.

"The location of the 'Eagle King' is in Loft No. 9! But you should be enjoying it in the 'Comfort Nest' right now. You can find it yourself. If you want to survive, it's still too late to beg for mercy, but it's too late to quit now, hehehehe, There are no deserters here, anyone who wants to escape." The black major made a pistol gesture and nodded to his head.

A rule of death in the "Abyss Nirvana" International Pilot Death Fight Competition is that once you check in, you are not allowed to withdraw unless you can no longer fly the aircraft. Anyone who withdraws without permission will be killed!

"Thanks!"

Lin Mo turned and left.

Obviously, Captain "Eagle King" David Sheed of the 1st Combat Group of the 1st U.S. 1st Air Wing has accumulated a great reputation in the "Abyss Nirvana" event. Even the organizer's person in charge of registration used such a tone. Warning Lin Mo.

Is this guy really scary?

Although Lin Mo didn't react on the surface, he was a little more vigilant in his heart. He might be an opponent at Captain Jiang's level, and he might be stronger.

Fortunately, Lin Mo took Captain Jiang, an ace pilot who had participated in the "Abyss Nirvana", as his sparring partner, so he had a certain understanding of the technical level of this death event.

However, X-1, who has the "monster" bloodline designed by himself, should not be defeated by the opponent after special modifications.

Now say hello to that guy, here I come!