Dragoon fighter

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree. After Lin Mo came out of the check-in point, he didn't encounter Leng Touqing blocking the road again. Even the black pilots who were talking nonsense looked at him in silence when they saw him.

He knocked over a big man with his bare hands and kicked him several meters away. This explosive power and power made people feel frightened.

Could it be another lucky pilot's safety personnel? More people thought wrongly, thinking that Lin Mo was a ground combatant.

What the black major called "the comfort zone." is actually a pilot club, a place for pilots and support staff to relax and vent, located in the lub. "You can see these big, non-flashing characters from a distance. It may be an entertainment venue organized by "Abyss Nirvana". It doesn't care at all whether such an eye-catching billboard will attract bombs.

Even though the government army and the Japanese army are fighting lively, both sides have air forces, and air raids occur frequently.

The soundproofing performance of the newly built simple modular house was not very good. The intense music spread to far away places. Lin Mo could easily find the place without even asking anyone.

It seems that it has just been built in a hurry, and the modular assembly design structure is still exposed on the outside. A large number of prefabricated parts are used. They only need to be sent to the designated place and can be stacked like building blocks according to the drawings.

As soon as I walked in, a wave of noise and warm air mixed with the smell of alcohol rolled in. The inside and outside were completely two worlds, full of all kinds of sounds. There were many people inside in various ways. Such a way to vent his passion.

There was a shiny steel pole standing on the stage, and a curvy young girl was doing a seductive pole dance, with trembling breasts and perky buttocks. The hot body cannot be wrapped with such a thin piece of cloth. The men with bright eyes were throwing dollars to win over the pole dancers, and at the same time, they reached out and squeezed each other's private parts. It elicited a burst of bold and joyful laughter from the girls and their seductive electric eyes.

There was a strange smell in the air, it was marijuana, and maybe it was more than that. Even ancient opium pipes can be seen.

Besides the splendid stage, there is also a arena.

In addition to the pilots, there is also a team of bodyguards brought by the contestants. These guys are not convinced by anyone, and they have to practice their skills when they meet their opponents. The two bruised men in the ring are wearing gloves and hoods for protection. You punch me one after another without giving in, until one of you falls down, and the floor of the ring is covered with bright red and black blood.

If it weren't for these protections. I am afraid that life and death will be determined within two minutes. The organizers of "Abyss Nirvana" do not want to turn the entertainment ring area into a black market boxing, and force this method to maintain the restraint of the team of contestants. As long as no one is killed. For a desperado, lying in bed for a month or two is nothing at all.

There were constant hysterical screams and cheers from the people betting and watching. Blacks, whites, and yellows, all dressed in camouflage uniforms, wearing only shorts, and suits, all saw only blood and violence.

The winner took the winning bet with a proud look on his face and boasted that he was smarter than Bole, as if the guy who won the battle was himself.

The loser tore his gambling coupons into pieces unwillingly, and kept uttering vicious curses in his mouth. He wished that the boxer who was knocked down would go to hell immediately, and the useless guy who caused him to lose money should go to hell. He should be damned, if he With a gun in his hand, he shot the opponent without hesitation.

There are also those who shout and scream wildly, both men and women, without exception, tearing off all hypocritical masks and enjoying the ultimate wild bliss.

Homosexuals and heterosexuals hugged each other and stirred in the corner, releasing their hormones without any scruples.

What a bunch of lawless guys.

Lin Mo was quite unaccustomed to this kind of chaotic dance of demons. Even if the nobles of the Slan Empire were astonishingly powerful, they were nothing compared to what he saw in front of him.

His eyes scanned the "Comfort Nest" club, like an active phased array radar, covering the entire entertainment venue to search for the target of this trip.

No one from the Syrian opposition or government forces will appear here. The only people who relax here are those who participated in the "Abyss Nirvana".

Only a few pilots restrained their impulses and huddled in the corner, drinking non-alcoholic drinks and talking quietly in this noisy environment.

Lin Mo's figure appeared here but did not attract any onlookers. It seemed that people often appeared here carrying their own luggage. Maybe they were evil spirits, white-pink men, looking for excitement, or simply coming to fight. This But no, there was a sound of breaking glass and rude shouting from a certain corner, and the fight started again.

In short, most of the people who show up here with their luggage without going to a meal are restless guys.

Lin Mo's eyes quickly found the figure of "Eagle King" David Seed. The captain of the 1st Combat Group of the 1st U.S. 1st Air Wing was not as graceful and tall as he was at the Chinese Special Service Brigade military exercise competition. There was a blond girl with big boobs sitting on top, holding the girl with one arm and making out with her while holding a small wine glass with the other.

Perhaps sensing the gaze that seemed to be substantial, David Sid stopped teasing with the beauty in his arms, turned his head as if aware, his pupils shrank slightly, and a sharp light bloomed in his eyes full of wine, and he In a flash, invisible electric sparks seemed to collide with Lin Mo's gaze in mid-air.

This distance is not even a big deal. Top pilots seem to have some kind of sixth sense and can feel hostile gazes from a long distance.

"What's the matter, my dear eagle?"

The beautiful woman in her arms seemed to feel that the man holding her was suddenly a little absent-minded, and she couldn't help but get angry.

She knew that the American man holding her was a very powerful pilot, and if she could please him, she might be able to earn a lot of money.

"Haha, I saw a very interesting guy."

David Sid laughed a few times expressionlessly, without moving his eyes at all, and looked at Lin Mo, as if he was provoking, as if he was mocking Lin Mo for overestimating his abilities.

Does this kid really think that "Abyss Nirvana" is a playground for children to play house? He actually dared to come.

This is the "Nirvana of the Abyss." It is not China, and there is no reason to save face for the other party. David Sid sneered.

Ant!~ Lin Mo still expressed his disdain expressionlessly for the contempt of "Eagle King" David Sid. How many opponents had shown such an expression to him.

What's the end result?

Wasn't it just chopped off by his sword and turned into meaningless pieces of meat?

Among the Sky Knights, the Dragon Knight always firmly occupies the top of the food chain pyramid. He is the natural enemy of all Sky Knights and the unshakable overlord under the sky.

David Sid glanced at a certain corner.

"Boy, what are you looking at?"

There has never been a shortage of muscular men in the army, especially Westerners. The big, muscular man who looked like a bodybuilder blocked Lin Mo's gaze.

Another one looking for trouble.

Lin Mo was quite speechless. I am afraid that today is the day that I have been criticized the most. Why are there so many people who do not know how to live or die?

"You're blocking me."

Lin Mo said calmly with an expressionless face.

"Caught you? Really? Boy, do you know who you are talking to? Yellow-skinned monkey."

The big man was wearing a sweat vest, and his whole body exuded a strong odor of man and gunpowder. He must have been a guy who often rolled around on the battlefield.

"I'm not interested in knowing who you are? Please get out of the way!"

Lin Mo really had no interest at all. Ants were all ants, weak guys. He could see the strength of the guy in front of him at a glance. Not to mention the Dragon Knight, even compared with the ordinary swordsman, it was not worth mentioning.

As if he had been slapped hard, the big man's eyes widened and he roared suddenly: "You yellow-skinned monkey, you don't even know my name as 'Tank' Barr. Do you look down on me? It seems that I If I don't give you some clues, you bastard won't know how powerful I am, Baal."

A fire was thrown into the hot oil pan and it lit up instantly.

The roar was like thunder on the ground, and the people around them turned their eyes to this place, looking at the two guys of different sizes with interest.

Some people were gloating, some felt sorry for the Asian boy's misfortune, and some people who had seen Lin Mo's power before were looking curiously at who of the two monsters could survive.

You can even guess with your toes that this was not an accident, but a deliberate provocation.

Most of the people here have a military background. Anyone who is a soldier doesn't fight. Fighting in the military camp is a common occurrence. If Lin Mo chickens out, he will attract everyone's contempt and even no sympathy.

Let the adrenaline burst and have a good fight. Isn't this a very manly thing?

Maybe the chicks from the "comfort zone" will hang out all night long.

"Go away!~"

Lin Mo softly uttered a word, which sounded in everyone's ears as if speaking in their ears.

"You bastard!"

"Tank" Barr thought he had been insulted by a bastard, so he became furious and punched out.

Shabo's big fist went straight to Lin Mo's temple. The muscles were bulging like iron knots and the veins were bulging.

If a powerful and heavy blow landed on an ordinary person's head, his head would probably split into pieces like a watermelon.

There were almost unanimous exclamations from all around. I am afraid that many people did not expect that "Tank" Barr would take action without hesitation.

Just when his accurate and fierce fist was less than five centimeters from the opponent's temple, "Tank" Barr suddenly felt something was wrong.

His fist was unable to advance even one centimeter or even one millimeter toward the opponent's head. The impact of the fierce punch with all his strength seemed to sink into the mire and disappeared without a trace.