Chapter 803: Unexpected

As soon as the variable wings fighter jet crossed the border line, it began to slow down, maintaining a cruising speed of 1 Mach. Lin Mo immediately activated the satellite positioning system and sent an IFF identification signal to avoid being accidentally shot down from above.

China’s Second Artillery had traditions when dealing with high-altitude flying objects, and Lin Mo didn’t want to joke around with his own people. The ground missile units never fired just one missile; they always used a very troublesome follow-up shooting strategy.

As expected, shortly after sending the IFF identification signal, two J-11 fighter jet signals appeared on the radar screen along his planned flight path, quickly closing in and providing escort for a considerable distance, only turning back after Lin Mo was near the landing airport.

It was now 2 AM Beijing time, and the sky was still dark. The signal lights on the airport runway were clearly visible, and Lin Mo could hear the landing instructions and real-time weather parameters from the airport control tower.

The X-8 “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet lowered its landing gear and successfully touched down on the runway. As soon as Lin Mo disembarked, he saw an ambulance with flashing lights approaching from the back of the runway, closely following alongside.

Were they there to rescue someone?

But he wasn’t injured.

Then he realized, they must think the guy in the back seat was severely hurt. With a terrifying design parameter of 26 Gs as a deadly overload, it’s no wonder they were worried; better safe than sorry.

The ambulance driver had remarkable skills, perhaps a former traffic officer. As the “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet came to a stop, the ambulance successfully changed lanes and screeched to a halt right in front of the jet, striking a standard road interception pose.

Before the vehicle even came to a complete stop, the rear door swung open, and two strong soldiers jumped out, carrying a stretcher as they rushed toward the aircraft.

“How is it?”

As one of the doctors followed behind carrying the stretcher, he shouted loudly at Lin Mo, who had opened the fully enclosed cockpit cover.

Behind them were two nurses and a major officer holding a small box.

Lin Mo glanced back, waved his hand, and the seatbelt securing his bulky pressure suit automatically released. He then turned to answer, “Nothing! He’s just sleeping!” This was no high-tech miracle; it was the work of the gold giant dragon.

Saying this, he pulled Miyazawa Mu out of the cockpit without hesitation and tossed him out.

The two nurses gasped in alarm.

“Oh no!”

The doctor’s eyes nearly bulged out. He was incredibly scared, but he then saw the bulky pressure-suited Miyazawa Mu fall onto the stretcher, looking like a bundle of cotton.

Using some skill, the stretcher only sagged slightly as the two soldiers caught Miyazawa Mu, avoiding the expected mishap of tipping over the stretcher.

“You scared me to death!”

The doctor clutched his chest, his legs feeling weak. He shot an annoyed look at Lin Mo, feeling that he should have at least given a warning.

So far, there had only been two passengers who had boarded this variable wings fighter jet, and without exception, they were either thrown in or thrown out; no one had genuinely seated themselves properly. The Dragon Knight’s service attitude remained as terrible as always.

The doctor and two nurses began to untangle Miyazawa Mu’s pressure suit, checking his physiological condition, while the major officer saluted Lin Mo, not waiting for a return gesture. He moved to the side of the stretcher, pushing the doctor aside and removed a silver necklace from around Miyazawa Mu’s neck before placing it inside the small box he was holding. He quickly sealed and locked the box and cuffed it with his wrist.

Anyone wanting to steal the box would have to chop off the major’s hand first, but the bulge behind his back clearly outlined a gun.

After finishing all this, the major officer let out a sigh of relief, saluted Lin Mo once more, hopped into another military jeep that had arrived, and drove away without looking back.

What was going on?

The other party had just saluted Lin Mo twice and then silently busied themselves before walking away without any greeting.

Lin Mo was left confused. His mission was simply to pilot the fighter jet stealthily into Japan and retrieve an intelligence personnel. Beyond that, he knew nothing at all, especially what kind of information this personnel was bringing back. However, seeing the major’s serious demeanor, it seemed the necklace he had taken held some enormous secret.

But he didn’t want to know; that would only bring him trouble.

"Pilot! Get in the car!"

Another open-top military jeep stopped next to Lin Mo, and the driver waved at him.

Lin Mo turned to look at his fighter jet, then turned back to the driver, his actions quite clear.

The front wheel of the X-8 “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet was already locked by ground crew for towing away from the runway.

The driver noticed Lin Mo’s doubts and seemed to have expected them, saying, "I will take you to the independent hangar. It’s under armed guard 24 hours a day. Don’t worry, it will be well taken care of. Get in! I’ll take you to eat, and then you can have a good sleep. Tomorrow you can go back."

Lin Mo felt relieved and pressed the button on his remote control. The cockpit cover automatically closed, leaving the ground crew in awe, thinking they were towing a private car.

In the airport mess hall, Lin Mo enjoyed a gourmet meal and then received a comfortable hotel room, allowing him to sleep peacefully without disturbance.

Although he went to bed in the early morning and there were only a few hours until dawn, the moment he heard the wake-up call outside, Lin Mo instinctively opened his eyes.

After quickly finding the mess hall and having breakfast, Lin Mo grabbed the “Dragon General” tactical helmet and used the FindMe function of the remote control to locate his fighter jet “monstrous” in the hangar. This function was like a small compass, with a floating arrow indicating the direction of the jet, and a monochrome LCD screen that refreshed the distance every 10 seconds.

The FindMe function could search for the position of the fighter jet within a radius of five kilometers, and it indicated that the “monstrous” was within that range from Lin Mo.

As he walked in the direction indicated by the arrow, Lin Mo suddenly sensed something strange about the airport.

The runway, control tower, hangars, parking positions, and soldiers’ dormitories were all present; although they appeared to have been built for some time, they did not look too old. What felt most odd was that there were no airplanes in sight, not even one.

Thinking back, he realized that from the moment he went to bed at night until now, he hadn’t heard a single fighter jet take off, as if this was just an ordinary military camp, not a standard air force base.

Perhaps it was a temporary readiness airport, mainly kept in basic maintenance mode, ready to reopen in case of a national emergency.

Lin Mo quickly found the hangar, and just as the driver had said, a squad of soldiers was armed and guarding the hangar. The remote control’s location function confirmed that the “monstrous” was inside this hangar.

"Stop! Show your identification!"

The alert soldier clearly did not recognize Lin Mo and directly blocked his path, aiming his gun at him with a warning expression.

"I’m here to pick up my plane! Look!"

Lin Mo showed the key in his hand and pressed the unlock button. The fighter jet emitted a soft sound, and the signal light at the top of the jet blinked, indicating that the aircraft belonged to him.

He then shrugged and said, "My identification level is too high; you probably don’t have the right to check it. I suggest you confirm with your superiors first."

The special identification from "Night" certainly should not be shown easily.

"Please wait!"

The movement of the fighter jet made the guard soldiers relax their vigilance a bit; the gun was no longer pointed at Lin Mo, but they still didn’t let him proceed. The squad leader picked up a walkie-talkie to contact their superior, following Lin Mo’s suggestion.

After a short while, an old Beijing 212 green open-top military jeep rushed over from the distance.

Seeing the driver, Lin Mo recognized him!

It was the same major who had saluted him twice the night before and had hurried off with his small box.

"What a coincidence, I see you again!"

"Major Lin Mo, you’re here! I thought you were still sleeping. Why didn’t you get more rest after a busy night? Oh! I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am Xie Songyuan, the officer in charge of the secretariat at this base. It’s nice to meet you."

The major jumped out of the car and quickly approached Lin Mo, saluting from two meters away, then took two steps closer and extended his right hand.

"Hello!"

Lin Mo was finally able to return a salute and shook his hand.

"Here to pick up the plane, right? Please wait a moment."

Major Xie had already received the notification. He turned to the squad leader in charge of the hangar and said, "Squad Leader Wang, this fighter jet belongs to Major Lin Mo. He has the right to access this hangar. As for the identification…" He glanced at Lin Mo, then continued to the squad leader, "As this is a temporary task, just remember his tactical armor and his face; the identification can be temporarily waived."

"Yes!" The squad leader saluted Major Xie, acknowledging the order, and he and his team carefully studied Lin Mo’s appearance.

"Thank you so much!"

Lin Mo expressed his gratitude to Major Xie for his diligence, then suddenly had a thought and said, "By the way, Major Xie, could you please help me get a large-capacity data storage device?"

"Uh, no problem, what’s up?" Major Xie smiled and nodded.

There was already an order to ensure this pilot was taken care of; a large-capacity hard drive isn’t much compared to this mission.

"Oh, that’s fantastic! I activated the Ground Reconnaissance Scanning System while on my mission, so…"

Lin Mo displayed a happy expression, but his words were vague.

Major Xie’s smiling face suddenly froze and gradually turned pale…