Chapter 760: The Dragon Knight’s Spoils

The pilot of the “Ya Zi-2” combat-powered armor neither left ahead of time nor could escape during the cloud explosion. In the face of such power, it was probably safer to stay hidden in the cockpit.

Wait? Something felt off! The Dragon Knight furrowed his brow.

“That thing is remote-controlled!”

Seeing Lin Mo’s confusion, the sound of the gold giant dragon Gold Coin echoed from the cockpit. Through the almost broken dragon deity contract in this world, the gold giant dragon could sometimes sense the Dragon Knight’s emotions.

Perhaps Grandpa Dragon was in a good mood at that moment, offering a small hint to the Dragon Knight, who had always found it hard to grasp the food-loving dragon’s thoughts.

“Remote-controlled?”

Lin Mo was astonished; it was remote-controlled?

This was truly beyond his expectations.

But how could that be possible?

Lin Mo hadn’t anticipated facing information asymmetry himself.

Before an operation, the combat capability of the executing force was usually the least considered factor. Aside from unexpected events, the Night Special Forces team often received the most comprehensive intelligence support during missions.

“Exactly! I picked up a high-frequency encrypted signal that includes at least a thousand communication channels,” the gold giant dragon straightforwardly revealed the answer to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo had to admit that when it came to electronic technology, the gold giant dragon was an authority; compared to this dragon, he was utterly inexperienced.

The primary role of the X-8 “monstrous” was as a fighter jet; if it had been an electronic warfare aircraft or warning aircraft, Lin Mo would have discovered the remote control signal without needing a reminder from the Gold Coin and would have reacted accordingly.

Unfortunately, the “Ya Zi-2” had been destroyed; otherwise, Lin Mo would certainly have considered employing wireless countermeasures to seize control. Of course, the heavy lifting for electronic warfare would have to be done by the Gold Coin.

“There! That’s where the signal is coming from. I’ve already pinpointed it for you.”

Perhaps sensing Lin Mo’s thoughts, the Gold Coin proudly operated the holographic projection device in the cockpit, projecting an image.

It showed a camouflaged jeep about 500 meters from the battlefield’s edge with its headlights off, topped with a fishbone antenna, confirming the gold giant dragon’s words that this was indeed a radio signal source.

If the gold giant dragon hadn’t pointed it out to Lin Mo, and without a deliberate scan, it would have been impossible to locate such a spot in the darkness using the Light Mirror Technique alone.

This could explain why the combat-powered armor Lin Mo had just destroyed had been like a hollow dumpling.

Combat-powered armor was not a toy; without specialized training, it was nearly impossible to operate fluidly.

Only remote control could explain how China’s combat-powered armor had been inexplicably utilized by the enemy, turning it into a weapon against the fourth squad.

By using computer programs to control it remotely, the need for significant operational input was minimized. While this reduced adaptability and agility, it allowed the combat-powered armor to move.

Had he known sooner, activating the full-band ECM electronic countermeasure system on the fighter jet would have directly paralyzed that powered armor. Remote control technology, though convenient, had its advantages and disadvantages.

For Lin Mo, it was the same; turning on the ECM system meant clearly presenting a target to the Turkish man. Although it wouldn’t attract air-to-air missiles from Turkish fighter jets, it would definitely invite anti-radiation missiles.

In the holographic projection, a small figure struggled to rise from beside the jeep, completely out of place among the nearby fully armed soldiers.

This figure caught Lin Mo’s attention; if this person wasn’t combat personnel, then what was their identity?

A commander? Medical personnel? Logistics support?

With so many armed personnel protecting him, he certainly didn’t look like a second-generation official. This was a battlefield, not a playground.

A series of question marks floated in Lin Mo’s mind.

With such technical support, it was no wonder the fourth squad was caught off guard.

The gold giant dragon couldn’t perform the Light Mirror Technique. The image transmitted by the onboard camera could not compare to the retinal-level precision of Lin Mo’s technique.

Light Mirror Technique!

Lin Mo silently recited the incantation and unleashed another Light Mirror Technique, replacing the holographic projection activated by the gold giant dragon.

The image became much clearer and more detailed.

A young boy, yes, a boy with some Western ancestry, seemed to have just been knocked over by the shockwave of the high-energy cloud explosive bomb. He was finally regaining his strength to stand up amid dizziness.

The soft lethality of the cloud explosive bomb was tremendous; even from such a distance, the energy contained in the shockwaves from the two simultaneous explosions was terrifying.

Even if he wasn’t roasted within the high-energy explosive agent, the boy’s internal organs could inevitably suffer from the shock, and the unlucky ones could even be killed instantly.

That was why Lin Mo had to warn the fourth squad in advance, because even without internal injuries, damage to the cochlea and other auditory organs could lead to a loss of balance, turning someone into a lamb for slaughter.

On the ground in front of the boy were a scattered remote control and two laptops, along with some unfamiliar electronics. Nearby, armed personnel stood up one after another, trying to protect the boy as they gathered around him.

Even standing up, the boy still tightly clutched an ultra-thin laptop.

He was clearly a tech genius, and Lin Mo recognized it immediately.

Only someone deeply obsessed with technology would never forget to hold onto their tool, much like a swordsman who would keep their sword close, for a sword in hand means the swordsman is present. Lin Mo, being somewhat of a technical expert, understood this very well.

A frail boy could remotely control a Chinese-made combat-powered armor in such a short time. The Dragon Knight was quite curious about how he managed to do it. Chinese military products, especially large combat weapons, were crafted with meticulous detail. How could the Chinese army, which started by seizing war trophies, not consider the possibility of its own equipment being captured by the enemy? The built-in safety and countermeasures couldn’t simply be easy to breach.

That was a big question mark.

Due to business relations, even though Lin Mo maintained a good relationship with domestic military enterprises, this windfall was like a gift being forcefully shoved into his hands; refusing it would be disrespectful to the people and the party.

The onboard computer indicated that the F-16 formation would arrive in thirty seconds, and the time was just right. A countdown appeared in the top right corner of the “Dragon General” mask.

But a cold smirk appeared on Lin Mo’s lips; this was quite a nice prize.

Twenty-five seconds!

The X-8 “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet roared above the jeep, and the armed personnel below were alarmed, raising their automatic rifles to shoot into the air.

The variable wings fighter jet switched its electromagnetic railgun ammunition, loading a 5.8 mm heavy bullet and charging for launch!

The barrage rained down on those armed personnel protecting the boy, knocking them to the ground amidst a spray of blood.

Twenty seconds!

The variable wings fighter jet slowed as it flew over the jeep, opening the cockpit cover. A figure leaped out, as if—no, it was entirely like—falling from the sky. Clad in black tactical armor, flames blazed behind him, making him appear as if he were a demon from hell.

The fighter continued to swoop past, taking to the air above the battlefield and began to circle. Waves of rocket bombs rained down like a storm, igniting another fiery explosion.

Remote control? The Dragon Knight could play that game too!

The terrified boy was frightened out of his wits, rolling and scrambling to escape. But just a few steps later, he felt his feet go light as he was lifted up.

“Don’t! Don’t! Let me go! Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me!”

The boy seemed to be going through a voice change, but he couldn’t disguise his overwhelming fear as he was turned around, clutched by the fabric of his chest, facing two faint blue lights that nearly made him faint.

Eleven seconds!

As if riding clouds, the boy suddenly felt himself soaring into the sky, over ten meters off the ground in the blink of an eye. He gripped his laptop tightly and began to shout.

This was insane! Was he trying to throw him to his death? A swift bullet would be a mercy compared to this!

He was going to die—this was the end! He was going to fall to his doom!

When he thought he’d reached the peak and would start falling into an abyss, he suddenly felt a jolt, as if he’d landed in some cramped space.

Opening his eyes in surprise, the boy couldn’t believe he had landed inside the fighter jet’s cockpit. On either side were the wings of the jet, moving from slow to fast. How could this be possible?

“Sit tight, kid!”

The boy heard a voice in English from the front; he was seated in the back. This was a two-seater fighter jet?

He wanted to struggle, but the sudden force pressing against him shoved him back into the seat, the G-forces nearly rendered him speechless.

Several seatbelts jumped up at the right moment, automatically locking him in place.

Five seconds!

Not only could radar screens detect it, but the naked eye could also see two F-16 “Falcon” jets rushing over in a panic.

Two quick beeps were heard.

The “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet’s air-to-air radar locked onto a target. The Dragon Knight hesitated little; two white trails shot out from the internal weapon bays on both sides.

The external wing mounts had all been dropped, and even the Rocket Pod had been emptied, making the entire fighter jet significantly lighter.

The aircrew never came out to play.

“Missiles!”

The two pilots of the "White-shouldered Eagle" squad exclaimed in unison at the sight of the missile suddenly appearing on the radar screen.

It shot up from a height of fifty meters below; was it a shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile?!

The two F-16 “Falcon” jets immediately split to the sides, accelerating to evade as they climbed. If they didn’t dodge, surely they would be caught in a firework display.

They never expected that the missile shot from below wasn’t a short-range shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile but rather a more advanced medium-range air-to-air missile.

Compared to other aviation units, the Night unit was wealthy, while the “monstrous” was a treasure.

Now, the “Falcon” pilots faced disaster.