Chapter 720: Fight for Oneself

The Abyss Nirvana is indeed a playground for the wealthy and powerful.

Abik and the other bodyguards of Sally enjoyed the benefits first, thanks to Lin Mo and Sally’s luck, accumulating enough retirement money for the second half of their lives.

Despite this, they remained dedicated to their duties and worked even harder than before.

If money could easily sway them, they wouldn’t be qualified to work as bodyguards, a job that requires them to shield their bosses from bullets. Abik and his companions knew from their days as mercenaries that reputation is more valuable than life itself.

Even if they became targets, they wouldn’t allow their reputation to be tarnished by even the slightest bit, especially considering that Muslims place great importance on promises and trust.

The Dragoon Consortium’s originally tight cash flow vanished effortlessly after Sally won an astronomical amount, which was quite unexpected.

The total assets of the consortium doubled.

Those who believe in Morin shall gain eternal life!

If anyone knew that Lin Mo could use light element magic and battle energy, they would likely see him as a shining beacon of wealth. Given the state’s crackdown on various deceivers, there’s no need to elaborate further.

During their time in Syria with Sally, these individuals didn’t need to think; they simply invested all their funds into Lin Mo, turning it into a fully funded Dragoon Consortium.

No wonder so many people are willing to gamble everything, even if it leads to devastating losses—money comes in faster than a money printing factory.

Sally won big, and so did the Dragoon Consortium. They had enough dollars to do whatever they wanted.

The manpower from the four northern provinces might be able to double, and the foundations of the aviation industry were finally being laid. They could even recruit more talent for technological reserves and prepare for future advancements.

The Kabul government should also increase the seats for the Dragoon faction.

Sally knew how to take the opportunity and withdrew most of the betting money, transferring it back to Afghanistan.

The Chinese military even redeemed most of the points. It’s likely that Lin Mo wouldn’t be fighting in the Abyss Nirvana for much longer.

The infamous Death Team Battle, which sent chills down everyone’s spine, was no different for Sally and Lin Mo; to them, it was merely about the purse. Each pilot could only participate in the Death Team Battle once, and after that, the chances to earn more points were nearly none.

It wasn’t easy to consistently secure points among the 30 participants; it takes a significant amount of enmity, and the final result of the battle also came as a surprise to everyone.

As for the small amount of dollars Lin Mo earned, Sally considered it insignificant. She noticed Lin Mo didn’t possess much business acumen and, thank Allah, this man finally had shortcomings that required her assistance. Only in this way could she showcase her importance.

She didn’t see herself as a traditional Muslim woman who solely relied on men. The elders in Gem Valley, after going through hardships, also understood the importance of evolving with the times—it was essential to combine tradition and progress to lead a happy life.

Sally began with a blank slate and never stopped enhancing her knowledge and learning. With the help of several hired marketing experts who tutored her daily, she became a moderately successful businesswoman.

According to international norms, one hundred million dollars is neither too much nor too little, but there are countless ways to utilize it and increase its value.

Simply keeping it in a bank would only tarnish its worth and lead to depreciation, resulting in a cash flow effect in the Asia-Pacific region.

The rich get richer, and the poor get poorer. No matter how hard the poor save, they cannot escape the end result of being stripped of their purchasing power by the wealthy and the government.

Sally efficiently connected Lin Mo with a specialized wealth manager to arrange various investment opportunities for increasing this wealth. Although this may not seem like a significant amount for the Dragoon Consortium, keeping it growing in value is never a bad idea.

As for the gold giant dragon’s dreams, when Lin Mo relayed its thoughts to Sally, she laughed and said that such heavy industrial investments, even for the cash-flushed Dragoon Consortium, were more than they could handle.

The various supporting facilities, factory workers, and other resources require at least a couple billion dollars to see even a glimpse of success. With Lin Mo’s over one hundred million dollars, he would only have enough for his own needs or maybe save a bit to create a “monstrous” aircraft. However, entering the smelting industry was still far off.

Moreover, there are many large smelting enterprises in the world, and without Sally’s business acumen, they would eventually face failure.

Neither Lin Mo nor the dragon was reliable; they were both wasteful. If not for the government keeping them in check, who knows what kind of trouble they would stir up.

Sally’s statement didn’t discourage Lin Mo, but it did strike a nerve with the giant dragon.

Well, mines, smelting plants, blast furnaces, and such can only exist in imagination for now; after all, heavy industry isn’t something that can be easily discussed—there’s a vast gap between ideals and reality.

The repair work on the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet took place around the clock for a week, with two National Defense Star engineers and White Wolf replacing many spare parts and conducting multiple tuning sessions to complete the repairs. However, since it wasn’t a production version, many components needed to be custom-made. Even with advance preparations for combat, there wouldn’t be many spare parts left after regular test flights and adjustments.

Domestic military aircraft even made special trips for this task. The Yasha had no complaints about the repair costs. If Lin Mo hadn’t worked so hard, he wouldn’t have earned over ten thousand points from the Death Team Battle. Not every pilot who survived the final team battle could earn that many points.

What he cared about more was whether he could return home with that X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet in perfect condition. With the technical data and finished equipment armed and escorted back, Yasha knew his mission was successfully completed.

The items redeemable by the high-tier group were merely a pleasant surprise. The military had no unrealistic plans; absorbing the current intermediate technology available was already sufficient. As time passed and technology advanced, China would quickly master high-tier technology, even without needing to acquire it from competitions, developing it independently.

“The final tuning is done; we can go into battle tomorrow! We’re done for today! Are you really going to continue, Number 13?” Engineer Yan Yongping from National Defense Star finally finished the last inspection, seemingly releasing all the exhaustion from the past week as he patted the newly refreshed aircraft.

However, Lin Mo showed no intention of backing out. No one could stop him from continuing to fight; that was already agreed upon between him and his superiors. Perhaps in the eyes of the two engineers and the two team leaders, the rewards from the Death Team Battle had already earned them back their investment, and everything else was just an extra.

The once dense bullet holes had vanished completely. With the replacement of numerous parts, the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet seemed to come back to life, coated in a matte black stealth covering that gave it the calm and heavy aura of a seasoned veteran.

The residual heat from the dual-engine exhaust dissipated under the infrared resistance technology, and the final test flight concluded successfully.

Noticing Engineer Yan’s caring tone, Lin Mo turned to see the “Demon Hunter” warriors and “Bai Qi” team soldiers assisting the two engineers; they finally erupted into cheers. He turned back with a slight smile, “Continue! Why not?”

Intermediate tier? At least let’s aim for the high tier before we leave!

In the list of technical equipment available for redemption from the high tier group, there were several technologies that caught Lin Mo’s eye. The country might not care much, but he wanted to obtain them. After all, both Lin Mo and the Gold Coin were tech enthusiasts.

He still needed a few more points; another battle might be just enough to swipe the rewards. Even before the battle began, Lin Mo already considered the points from the next fight to be in his pocket.

In recent days, these soldiers from the Chinese mainland had been pushed to their limits, their eyes wide open as they read through data. Even during meals, they didn’t forget to study mechanics of fighter jets.

These warriors, who were suddenly thrust into this role, were indeed sharp both intellectually and physically. They managed to grasp specialized knowledge and, under the teaching and demonstration of two senior National Defense Star engineers, they turned into somewhat competent mechanics who could help out, albeit just barely.

There were indeed senior engineers back home with clearance to handle the X-1, but the National Defense Star was too overwhelmed. It was Lin Mo’s fault; he had shown off at the international airshow in Paris, securing orders that nearly filled National Defense Star’s production plan for next year. Shenyang Aircraft Corporation got dragged into this too, exhausting themselves to complete the J-11 contracts, living through a blend of pain and joy.

As for Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group, they were still rushing the J-10 orders from the last Zhuhai Airshow. The domestic aviation division was quite vocal about their delayed orders and couldn’t spare anyone to support their brother unit.

Therefore, the soldiers in Syria had to bear the brunt of the situation.

“Don’t let there be another Death Team Battle! You can’t push yourself so hard in the face-off; we don’t have any spare parts left,” Engineer Yan and Engineer Zhou had nearly used up half a container of spare parts. Though they weren’t on the battlefield at the time, the scars on the returning X-1 told a tale of the fierce battle, almost as if they were clinging to the enemy’s gunpoint.

“Don’t worry, it won’t happen again! After this round, we’ll gather enough points, redeem the equipment, and then we’ll head back.”

After fighting the special tier and quasi-high tier, Lin Mo now had a fair understanding of the abilities of contestants in the Abyss Nirvana.

Yasha had already notified Lin Mo that he could manage his remaining points himself. If it was for technology exchange, the country would share with him.