Chapter 727: Grandpa AK is Already Tired of It

The "Black Fox" team secretly active in Syria had nowhere to hide in front of the "Dragon General" with his dual-use digital tactical armor.

Whether it was Lin Mo or the "Black Fox," both maintained their original rules of engagement, tacitly avoiding any interaction.

Lin Mo’s gear not only looked science fiction and imposing, but it was also at least ten years ahead of official deployment. It wouldn’t be wrong to call it future equipment.

To equip it to main battle troops would take at least ten years to solve production technology and cost issues.

The "Dragon General" didn’t just resist bullets; his digital combat system also assisted in reconnaissance and combat use. The seemingly simple tactical helmet was actually highly integrated.

On the transparent visor, a clear shape of a person was marked over two thousand meters away.

Lin Mo had discovered the enemy’s tracks several times, but they seemed to pose no threat, making him consider that they might be on his side, and the reality was not far from his guess.

No one in the "Black Fox" team expected their relationship with Lin Mo to be reversed by the "Dragon General" and the Light Mirror Technique, with Lin Mo being the observer, not them.

Wiping off the blood from his three-edged spike sword, he waved toward the pitch-black wilderness.

Lin Mo had no interest in taking another look at the mercenaries lying dead everywhere; he found the Jeep the mercenaries had driven. He needed a vehicle for transport, for walking from Damascus through Iraq to Iran, even the Dragon Knight would struggle.

A battered Beijing 2020, produced in China, was the world’s cheapest four-wheel-drive SUV; simple, sturdy, and easy to repair, it perfectly matched Lin Mo’s needs.

He casually tossed some supplies and fuel into the Jeep, then retrieved his backpack as he continued on his way under the cover of night.

This made it hard for the following "Black Fox" team, as they could not compete with the pilot’s stamina.

As expected, two to three hours later, aside from military satellites continuing to refresh Lin Mo’s "Dragon General" coordinates from space, the "Black Fox" had lost the ability to track further.

Their mission was to secretly follow, not to swagger behind Lin Mo; they could only watch helplessly as that light on the electronic map sped across the desert at 50 kilometers per hour.

Rushing across the desolate Gobi was as good as courting death. The Dragon Knight could withstand the desert heat, but the Jeep could not.

In a nearby small town, Lin Mo repeatedly gestured to trade with the Syrian locals, and as long as there was money, language was no barrier. After half an hour, both sides finally understood each other.

The Beijing 2020, though tough, was not brand new. Spending some euros, Lin Mo modified it to carry more drinking water and engine antifreeze coolant before hitting the road again.

The sky allowed birds to fly, and the sea gave fish the freedom to swim.

Nobody expected Lin Mo to take the initiative to wipe out a mercenary team and seize a Jeep for transportation. By the time various mercenary groups reacted, they had completely lost their target.

Tracking down a Jeep in the wilderness is not an easy feat.

Lin Mo’s route and destination were known only to Yuri and a few in the military, leaving no possibility of leakage, making it even more difficult for the mercenaries tasked with finding his whereabouts.

Those offering hefty bounties had to pay an even greater price, attempting to use helicopters and jets to search for Lin Mo’s trail from the air.

The Middle East was not only vast and sparsely populated but also desolate, with abundant light resources that allowed the Light Mirror Technique to operate 24/7. Always prepared, Lin Mo could easily spot abnormalities in the sky with this simple technique.

As a fighter pilot, he naturally understood aerial reconnaissance efficiency and attack power and knew how to respond effectively.

With the satellite positioning and navigation of the "Dragon General" and the gold giant dragon, Lin Mo had countless routes to choose from. In this lopsided information battle, finding him was as difficult as searching for a needle in the ocean.

The chaos of the war in Syria made the border virtually unguarded. Lin Mo effortlessly crossed into Iraq, a country that had been attacked by Americans twice and was even more chaotic than Syria.

In one day, Lin Mo found himself attacked no less than five times, not by mercenaries chasing bounties but by real Iraqi bandit groups.

These desperate guys, driven mad by the war, were robbing anything they could see—a level of chaos even greater than what Lin Mo faced in Afghanistan.

It was fortunate that he was an East Asian with black hair and eyes; had he looked like a Westerner, he wouldn’t have moved an inch.

The Iraqis harbored a natural hostility toward Westerners.

One can clearly foresee that Iraq’s present is Syria’s future. War only brings destruction, not construction. Years of conflict have slowly drained the last bit of vitality from this country. The impoverished civilians have completely torn away any sense of morality and replaced their behavior with the selfish principles of a post-apocalyptic world.

Except for the lucky few who have yielded to the American consortium, most people struggle for survival. The areas controlled by the government army, propped up by foreign forces, are only as far as the artillery’s range.

Suicidal attacks and various desperate assaults occur daily. Chaos and poverty cast a shadow over this country, rich in black gold. Despite its vast oil resources, the locals see not a single benefit; they are being legally and legitimately plundered.

After passing Baghdad and crossing the Tigris River, Lin Mo’s Beijing Jeep was hit by an RPG rocket bomb, blowing up its engine. The already bullet-riddled vehicle was declared completely wrecked, with a large hole torn in the hood, exposing the charred engine parts—no mechanic could repair such severe damage.

Right after, a barrage of bullets swept from the front of the vehicle to the back.

Sitting in the pilot’s seat, Lin Mo didn’t move at all, helpless as the bullets grazed him.

Alright, the Dragon Knight admitted that his most reliable Light Mirror Technique had also failed.

The attackers cunningly buried themselves completely under the sandy rise by the roadside, exposing only their binoculars and ventilation tubes.

Even the optical reconnaissance of the Light Mirror Technique and the infrared sensing of the "Dragon General" couldn’t distinguish these armed militants amidst the glaring sandy landscape.

Magic and technology all fell short against the Iraqi armed personnel who utilized their geographical advantages to the fullest. No wonder even the Americans, who love high-tech weaponry, find themselves often in trouble.

Enjoying the stinging sensation of bullets hitting him while fully covered by the protection of the "Dragon General" tactical armor, Lin Mo felt completely unfazed.

Ignoring the rain of bullets, he jumped out of the vehicle and picked up a "found" G36 assault rifle, starting to pinpoint the attackers.

The Heckler & Koch G36, equipped for the German Federal Armed Forces, wasn’t actually suitable for the climate of Iraq; its reliability and penetrating power were even inferior to the cheap Type 95 made in China.

Lin Mo chose it not only for its lightweight and high accuracy but also because it was the last gun he found that wasn’t gnawed by Gold Coins.

Don’t expect a pilot to pick up good weapons apart from his sniper rifle; usually, Lin Mo’s purpose in picking up guns was merely to feed that giant dragon.

The gun had a guided laser beam launcher attached to it, allowing Lin Mo to shoot precisely wherever he aimed. The Dragon Knight’s strength let him disregard recoil, holding the gun steadily while firing continuously.

Bloody bursts occasionally erupted from the sandy hills, and Lin Mo’s control over the weapon was professional. He shot at the spots where gunfire emerged, and he never missed.

His accurate shots pressured the attackers greatly. No one could bear to see their comrades fall one after another while they struggled to fight off a resilient enemy. Such psychological disparity is not easy for anyone to endure, especially for armed militants with little military training.

The power comparison between the enemies shifted rapidly.

Moments later, three or four figures suddenly dashed out from the sand dune, running towards the distance without hesitation.

These attackers, having lost their fighting spirit, forgot that human legs could never outrun bullets.

Any mistake made in battle would lead to the harshest punishment.

A burst of bullets surged forward, and they all fell to the ground.

Lin Mo’s left wristwatch transformed into a menacing dragon head, biting down silently on the G36 in his hand.

With sharp dragon teeth crunching, it swiftly swallowed the completed weapon, returning instantly to its watch form.

The rebellious giant dragon rarely gave Lin Mo any face. Their relationship was now mercenary-based, unlike the original knight contract of servitude; even the Dragon God couldn’t stop the dragon from needing to eat.

The gold giant dragon began to miss the days in the "Night" base, happily swiping Morin’s paycard, ordering various flavored alloy snacks from the factory.

Damn Morin, Grandpa Dragon had wandered the wilderness with him like a lonely soul, barely eating decent rations for a long time. Now, this dragon greedily took away Lin Mo’s last remaining gun, carrying a bit of a sense of revenge.

The pistol and three-edged spike gifted by "Yasha" had already provided the dragon with a meal shortly after entering Iraq; it was hard for Lin Mo to expect this hunger-stricken dragon to be obedient.

The giant dragon didn’t spare a glance at the jeep; the reason was simple: it was too dirty.

The nauseating smell of burnt rubber and gasoline greatly reduced the dragon’s appetite.

The dragon didn’t even think about the life it had before the dragon deity contract was signed in the Su Lan Empire, seeking out ore veins, feeling blissful whenever it dug up a large chunk of impure raw ore.

As for the weapons in the bandits’ hands? Grandpa AK had long since grown tired of them.