Chapter 752: Submitting Assignments

It was time to submit assignments.

Lin Mo knocked on the door of Captain Feng’s office in the Night Special Forces, carrying a thick report.

This report was the result of three days of dictation from Lin Mo, organized by the gold giant dragon. If converted through the tactical tablet linked to the computer center, it might not keep up with Lin Mo’s speed and amount of speech.

"Come in! Major Lin!"

Captain Feng’s voice came from inside the office. The surveillance camera and identity recognition device at the door had already identified the visitor.

If someone managed to sneak in and harm the commander of the Night team, that would be a joke.

These security monitoring devices were essential in this underground base, continuously supervised by the security department.

Captain Feng’s office resembled an operations command center, about one hundred square meters in size. The large screen on the wall displayed a Chinese map 24 hours a day, marking the locations and statuses of different action squadrons in the Night team, and it could switch to various types of maps and images as needed.

Lin Mo had not entered this office for a long time, and the familiar atmosphere made him feel strangely at home. As a soldier, he always felt comfortable in a room filled with military decor.

Since being transferred to the Night Special Forces, even after becoming the deputy leader of the Aircrew Group, Lin Mo still roamed around like a free man, often engaging in trivial pursuits.

Today he was making fun of the Indians, tomorrow teasing the Americans, and the day after that, frightening the unfortunate kids from the South China Sea, making them cry as they fled home, scattering in all directions. This had already become a well-known fact in the intelligence group and staff group of the Night team.

The various action squadrons had grown accustomed to the unpredictable appearances of Lin Mo, the powerful enforcer of the Aircrew Group. As long as Lin Mo appeared on their attendance list, they were more than satisfied.

“Captain Feng, here’s my report, including my findings in Abyss Nirvana!”

Lin Mo saluted Captain Feng and pushed a thick stack of documents onto the other’s spacious desk.

Compared to the tactical tablet, traditional paper documents were more suitable for detailed reading of large texts.

Although the higher-ups knew most of Lin Mo’s whereabouts, these report documents showed that this flight attendant, who occasionally came for freedom tours, was at least still under national control. They also provided useful information for those in charge of the diplomatic and intelligence departments, helping them avoid any overlooked details.

“Major Lin, thank you for your hard work!”

Captain Feng did not rush to look at the report. Instead, he put it in a brown paper bag first. Then, looking at Lin Mo, who was neatly dressed and exuded a serious aura, he smiled and asked, “How is Professor Yan’s health? I heard you went straight to Guangzhou after returning to National Defense Star.”

Captain Feng was already aware of the relationship between Professor Yan and Lin Mo, and this question warmed Lin Mo’s heart.

After returning from the Abyss Nirvana international pilot death match in Syria, Lin Mo had not had time to deal with a pile of matters. Instead, he was informed that his teacher, Professor Yan Guoqiang, had been hospitalized.

Now, even the Night Special Forces could not wait for him to return; Lin Mo, carrying his luggage, piloted the newly minted variable wings fighter jet directly to Guangzhou along the approved temporary route.

Ordinary people would only be able to fly on commercial airlines, so who could match the privilege of flying a private fighter jet in domestic airspace?

If it weren’t for the need to consider military secrets, he would have thought about landing the fighter jet directly at the hospital.

Fortunately, Lin Mo did not take that route, or the Guangzhou Military District hospital would have gone into chaos with a fighter jet vertically landing in the medical parking area, causing the whole of Guangzhou to quake.

In response to Captain Feng’s concern, Lin Mo said, “The teacher is recovering well. I have arranged for him to be sent to a high-end rehabilitation center, and a dedicated medical group is responsible for his follow-up treatment.”

With the daily benefits of Light Healing, the teacher’s recovery speed had significantly improved, allowing Lin Mo to breathe a sigh of relief.

This third-level light element magic from another world still played a role here. Although its effects were not immediate, it gradually improved one’s physical wellness and promoted metabolism, proving very useful for recovery.

The teacher’s health condition also reminded Lin Mo that his teacher was aging and needed more careful attention.

Arranging for an expert medical team and rehabilitation center may cost some money, but for the newly minted tycoon who made a fortune in the Abyss Nirvana match, it was merely a small expense.

As long as the teacher could recover his health, Lin Mo would be willing to participate in the Abyss Nirvana match once more.

“Hmm, this is really good news. If you have any personal matters in the future, you can apply in advance. The Night team is not completely unfeeling and will consider it appropriately,” Captain Feng nodded, smiled gently, and continued, “You can leave the report with me for now. I will have the Intelligence Group arrange a meeting with you the day after tomorrow afternoon to see if there’s anything else missing in your report.”

Pilots rarely have full schedules, and Captain Feng’s consideration flowed smoothly.

In the biennial Special Forces Military Competition, Lin Mo had secured many rewards for the Night team, which afforded him special privileges from Captain Feng.

“Yes! Captain Feng!”

Lin Mo stood up and saluted.

Wrapping up recent matters, he now returned to a standby status or perhaps a vacation state. Pilots may have little time, but they certainly have plenty of rest time, much of which is mandatory. Fatigue driving is absolutely prohibited, and crossing that line brings consequences far more severe than just points lost or licenses suspended.

“Hmm! Don’t rush; I have an important task to assign to you.”

Captain Feng obviously had more than one thing to discuss with Lin Mo. He pulled out a document from his drawer and handed a thin sheet of B5-sized paper to Lin Mo.

“What is this?”

Seeing the paper, Lin Mo realized that his standby time, which lasted less than five seconds, had ended.

The Night Special Forces, responsible for special operations, were not just a regular training unit; they were a powerful team tasked with serious missions.

Although some aircrew tasks could be delegated to familiar air force teams during Lin Mo’s absence, no other pilot could coordinate activities with his unit as smoothly as he did.

Precision maneuvers, where cannon fire could graze past without a single hair being touched, were unmatched by anyone else.

Eventually, some tasks piled up that only Lin Mo could personally complete.

“This is a highly classified mission. Here’s a summary and the reading password. The detailed information is in the tactical tablet. When you return home, you can check it out. Within 24 hours, you need to give your own feedback and initial thoughts. After you’re done, destroy this paper.”

Captain Feng issued the command, then nodded and gestured for Lin Mo to leave.

Even if Lin Mo didn’t destroy it, the ink on that paper would automatically fade after a certain period, leaving behind a blank sheet.

“Yes!”

Lin Mo had no power to refuse. This is the military—only multiple-choice questions, no judgment calls.

Moreover, the Dragon Knight was very willing to accept the mission.

The reports that Lin Mo handed to Captain Feng included not only details from the Abyss Nirvana competition but also a report on the recent interception of an asteroid fragment, as well as some technical documentation for AVIC.

Due to the need for technological confidentiality, although the monstrous prototype could fly domestically, it was prohibited from leaving the country. To support Lin Mo’s participation in the combat, National Defense Star cleverly employed methods to gain significant benefits, acquiring a wealth of technical details and various aircraft fragments that could elevate their technical capabilities to a new level.

Of course, this technology validation fighter jet, crafted in collaboration by several domestic aviation companies, was not loaned to Lin Mo for free. National Defense Star and aviation experts expected a detailed report on the fighter jet’s usage from Lin Mo in return. Discovering a specialized technique would be even better.

During the Abyss Nirvana competition, the X-1 forward-swept wing fighter jet had been dissected by fierce old experts. Unsurprisingly, they discovered the existence of the Flowing Wave Heavenly Transformation Magic Circle, etched into the surface of the aircraft’s titanium skin, which certainly couldn’t escape anyone’s notice.

Some experts keenly noticed that the strange metallic patterns etched on the X-1’s surface were almost identical to the design on the inner layer of the X-8 “monstrous” one-piece outer skin armor, with some patterns being exactly the same.

Whether in aviation or aerospace, there’s no place for redundancy—only redundancy.

Every screw has its purpose, and local aviation experts didn’t think Lin Mo’s design was meaningless but rather took it very seriously. If they dug their own pit, they must fill it themselves.

To tell those old experts it was a magic circle? Who would believe that!

Only Lin Mo, using Battle Energy, could operate the array; it wouldn’t withstand scientific verification from others.

Thus, Lin Mo had to concoct a plausible set of technical documentation to appease these old experts. At the very least, the Flowing Wave Heavenly Transformation Magic Circle, with some electronic components added, could produce subtle reactions when electrical energy induced a magnetic field, somewhat similar to a Tesla coil.