Chapter 734: “Dragon General” + Dragon = ?

“What is that? No, Harris, be careful! Oh, what the hell!”

“Quick, we need to get out of here! No, no, no…”

“Daniel, keep firing the rocket bombs! Damn, what is that?”

“Jones, look at me…”

“Ah…”

Suddenly, the recording turned to static, and the communication ended there.

Jack Roosevelt’s face darkened immediately as White’s men seemed to encounter something terrifying, losing the ability to resist and losing contact with the convoy.

“White, did you send anyone to the scene?”

Jack Roosevelt’s voice simmered with rage; the loss of six men was certainly a significant accident for Boulogne Mining, especially with their operations not fully underway.

Damn, how should this report be written? Should White’s subordinates say they encountered aliens? This was ridiculous! At that moment, Jack Roosevelt felt murderous.

“Boss!” Though he had taken a hard kick, White showed no resentment. He struggled to stand and continued, “I’ve already sent people there; we should hear news soon.” Suddenly, his device began to ring.

White quickly pulled out his communication device and held it to his ear, and as he listened, his expression changed drastically, as if hearing something truly dreadful, and his body began to tremble.

“What’s wrong? White, what happened?” Jack Roosevelt frowned, wondering what could cause White to lose his composure like this.

After a long moment, White finally put the device down, turned his ashen face towards Jack Roosevelt, and stammered, “It’s confirmed; Daniel and the others are all dead! It’s just too horrible.”

Jack Roosevelt frowned, “Dead? Horribly dead? You’ve seen blood before; what could scare you so much?”

“Everyone turned into mush, completely shattered, even the bones. It spread over at least a thousand square meters; the scene looked like hell. The vehicles are gone; neither the target’s Citroen nor our motorcycles are anywhere to be found. My God, what happened?”

White’s stomach churned; the person sent to check the scene was already retching there, struggling to report this news.

“Turned into fragments” was just a description, but when it happened in reality, no one could imagine how terrifying that would be. A carpet of black blood spread across the ground, dotted with various incomprehensible fragments of human body parts, making one feel as if they had entered the realm of Asura.

All the vehicles had vanished, which was no small matter; the entire incident became exceedingly strange.

Jack Roosevelt’s expression darkened further; he thought deeper—wasn’t there only two people? Were there others? No, there had to be some powerful force nearby, using some special weapon? That was the only explanation for such a bizarre scene.

Yes, there must be some powerful force playing tricks, warning Boulogne Mining.

“Boss! What do we do?”

Those in charge of security were generally fearless, but White was scared, an undeniable chill creeping into his bones.

“Issuing a confidentiality order. Tell the others that Daniel, Jones, and the others are on another mission. Everyone should immediately head to the meteor crash site and work fast to retrieve the meteorite. Once we have it, we’ll leave right away.”

Jack Roosevelt’s expression was more serious than ever; those who wandered down dark paths often encountered ghosts, and Boulogne Mining finally met their match.

Moments later, Boulogne Mining’s meteorite collection convoy left Varga Village, heading straight for the meteor crash site they had located.

…

Uh!

Saeed opened his eyes, finding himself in darkness, but soon saw stars and the cold moonlight. What was happening?

“You’re awake?”

A familiar voice came from nearby; Saeed jolted awake, suddenly widening his eyes. It was his employer, Mr. Morin from China.

“A mild concussion, some soft tissue bruises—you’re lucky; the seatbelt in the vehicle was of very good quality.”

Lin Mo’s voice was calm, showing no surprise that Saeed had survived this ordeal.

Fortunately, when Lin Mo visited “Monkey’s” hometown, he brought everything with him. As the “Dragon General,” he possessed a simple medical diagnosis function. Performing an X-ray or checking heart rate and blood pressure was no problem; it was just different applications of the same module and wouldn’t burden the battle armor much.

“Where are we?” Saeed looked around. By the cool moonlight, he saw that they were in a sheltered hollow in the mountains.

This wasn’t Isfahan; it was the wilderness?

“Near Varga Village. Your SUV is totaled, and those armed personnel are searching for us.”

Lin Mo smiled and slid a piece of paper into Saeed’s hand, saying, “I keep my promises; you can have a new vehicle.”

Saeed was taken aback as he looked at the astonishingly large check in his hand. The other party indeed honored their commitment, but what had happened? According to Mr. Morin, his Citroen SUV seemed to be in serious trouble.

The price of a brand new Citroen SUV was nothing compared to the money Lin Mo had won back in “Abyss Nirvana.”

“Just lie down for now; I have a few matters to attend to. There are some food supplies over there; if you get hungry, feel free to help yourself. Also, here’s a dagger, I’ll lend it to you for self-defense.”

Lin Mo’s military backpack contained outdoor survival gear, including a small alcohol stove heating water and several cans of food left for the Iranian guide, along with a pure black dagger without a sheath.

He didn’t give Saeed his high-nutrition energy bars; this space food was something only Dragon Knights and a few astronauts could handle. A civilian who didn’t understand the food would find biting into it almost like committing suicide.

“Understood!”

Saeed, just regaining consciousness, felt muddled, and it took him a while to gather his memories before losing consciousness.

They had been attacked by the person who had offered a high price for the broken stone in their possession—oh, the Almighty, those despicable thieves!

However, both he and his employer had been inside the flipped vehicle at the time of the incident, and Saeed did not know what had happened afterward. Yet now it seemed they had miraculously turned danger into safety. How could those armed personnel not have troubled them? But how could that be?

They had used weapons against him, and the likelihood of them having a change of heart was virtually nonexistent.

When he wanted to ask Morin what had happened later, he found that the other party had already vanished.

……

At this moment, the “Dragon General” bore some unusual changes; no longer was it the slim, dual-purpose design of traditional aviation, but it had taken on a heavier and more flamboyant style. Jagged and artistic armor plates were affixed to its surface, forming an entirely new suit of armor.

The non-reflective pure black armor blended seamlessly into the darkness.

“Gold Coin, it seems there are quite a few of them?”

Inside the tactical helmet, Lin Mo activated the infrared detection system, beginning to mark human figures over five hundred meters away, as if documenting a list of fatal targets.

He could vaguely see shallow craters transformed into busy construction sites. The Bronny Company seemed skilled in such tasks, quickly erecting structures with special equipment within a few hours.

In the night, whether through infrared vision, low-light vision, or miniature synthetic aperture vision, everything from afar was displayed in detail before Lin Mo’s eyes through the battlefield three-dimensional sand table system of the “Dragon General,” even without activating the Light Mirror Technique.

“Many people? Heh, not enough for Grandpa Dragon to handle with one claw. I’m quite looking forward to the night you arrange for me; Grandpa Dragon hasn’t stretched his legs in quite a while.”

Gold Coin’s voice came from the “Dragon General.” This was the first time a gold giant dragon had teamed up with a suit of battle armor designed and developed by humans in this world. With the aesthetic vision of the gold element dragon kin in industrial design, it was a perfect match, even adorning itself with a flexible metallic cape at the back.

This was the benefit of a contract-based system; the gold giant dragon nibbled on a small snack, then, while Lin Mo wasn’t paying attention, it made quite a mess.

Once again, the six lives confirmed that the Dragon of Slaughter was indeed not just a name. As Lin Mo took this opportunity while Gold Coin was in a good mood, he successfully gained an edge. It proved to be true that the combination of the two “dragons” greatly enhanced the performance of the “Dragon General.”

“The moon is bright, but the stars are sparse; this doesn’t seem to be the best night for killing.”

Lin Mo looked up at the sky. At that moment, clouds drifted in from who-knows-where, slowly obscuring the moonlight, and darkness crept back into the world.

At night, satellites above should be unable to detect anything; during the day, Gold Coin had indeed been a bit reckless.

A dark, windy night perfect for murder!

He crafted a vengeance plan, with the core idea centered on killing; tactical arrangements still focused on murder, and even the details were summarized in two words: “kill.”

Well, asking a Dragon Knight, who usually dealt with killings rather than burying, to switch professions and help plan battle strategies was somewhat unfair to Major Lin Mo.

Dragon Knights were never particularly pious, especially in this disorganized and undisciplined state, far removed from central authority.

Being attacked and ignoring it like it didn’t happen was not Lin Mo’s style. The principles of a warrior have always been about an eye for an eye, blood for blood.

The opponent’s foolish provocation successfully ignited Lin Mo’s desire for blood. He cared not at all about adding more souls to this bloody journey in the final stretch.