Chapter 779: You Were Once a Beautiful Person

The responsive speed of the "Chameleon" optical camouflage fabric is incredibly sensitive, shifting silently like a flounder. Especially in the dim light of the hangar, it merges seamlessly with the surrounding environment, indistinguishable from it.

In the vast hangar, only a few emergency lights illuminate the area. Aside from the armed guard soldiers vigilantly securing the main access points, no one notices the quietly added figure hidden within.

The silhouette that occasionally peeks from behind the camouflage fabric reveals the distinct curves of a graceful female form.

Once a beautiful person, now a thief?

Surprisingly, some hidden surveillance devices set within the hangar seemed to have lost their effectiveness, showing no signs of alert. This mysterious woman appeared to be quite familiar with the hangar’s intricacies, deftly avoiding the warning systems and arriving at the maintenance position where the X-8 "Monstrous" variable wings fighter jet was quietly parked.

She shook off the camouflage fabric, revealing her head as she looked up and down at the imposing aircraft, which exuded a fierce aura. Due to its variable wings mechanism, the aircraft was even larger than a conventional mainstay fighter jet, enhancing its formidable presence. Even someone with no military knowledge could recognize this as one of the battlefield’s most terrifying weapons.

From mock-up to reality, the "Monstrous" jet is almost legendary to the Night Special Forces, and even the Military High-ups managing various Special Forces have been excitedly discussing how they unintentionally brought back such a gem with immense potential. However, such opportunities are rare; other air force units, having learned the lesson of carelessness, were now much more cautious about letting resources slip away.

Dressed in a non-reflective black skintight suit, the woman stared at the fighter jet for a long time before she finally snapped back to reality, skillfully climbing up to the maintenance platform.

For the sake of repairs and upgrades, the "Monstrous" was left completely uncovered and open.

There was no place safer than the Night Special Forces base, at least that’s what the Dragon Knights believed.

No fool would dare to intrude into a place crowded with kings of soldiers, not even the cooks from the cafeteria who would easily sweep through enemy ranks. Lin Mo’s eye-catching performance during missions was naturally seen as expected.

The Night Special Forces brand, in its own way, naturally became a disguise for the Dragon Knights, with high-tech equipment piling up various plausible explanations for the unusual pairing of human and dragon.

The woman in the skintight suit scanned the "Monstrous" fighter jet, seemingly not there to cause damage but searching for something.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she stretched out her hand, gently brushing underneath the seat of the cockpit’s back seat, leaving behind an inconspicuous little gadget.

Not only that, but she also quietly installed an unknown small device in a discreet corner of the phased array radar at the nose of the aircraft, blending it subtly with the original aircraft components so it wouldn’t stand out.

In just a short while, the woman in the skintight suit completed her tasks on the "Monstrous" and quietly exited the hangar, slipping past the guard soldiers’ line of sight, disappearing within the base as if she had never been there.

“Good morning! Old Pan!”

When Lin Mo entered the Aircrew Group’s hangar carrying a heavy silver box, he immediately spotted Aircrew Group leader Old Pan, still the first to arrive as usual, poring over his tactical tablet and checking and updating the daily work list.

The military also utilized a highly efficient commercial process management model, with each person equipped with a tactical tablet that allowed them to quickly check their daily tasks.

Similar to an OA automated management platform, the management tree structure of the Night Special Forces was very flat, enabling higher-ups to view everyone’s current status and work progress at any time.

“Good morning! Did last night wear you out?”

Captain Pan quietly checked the cleanliness, surprised at how well-maintained it was. He wondered how Lin Mo managed to keep some of the hangar’s most hidden corners looking spotless.

However, as the leader of the Aircrew Group, he naturally didn’t let his mind stray to issues of cleanliness; he had plenty of work to focus on.

The WZ-12 was scheduled for flight training, and the ground-effect vehicle "Bamboo Dragonfly" was due for equipment changes. In the air, a minute feels like an hour on the ground, and aside from executing combat missions, the Aircrew Group’s daily tasks were also extremely busy to ensure every aircraft and pilot was always in the best readiness state.

Lin Mo made a special inquiry: “Nothing! Is there any tough revolutionary task assigned to me today?”

“None, just focus on your tasks. With your constant disappearing acts, if I really assigned you to a daily task, it would only complicate things.”

Old Pan certainly wouldn’t bring trouble upon himself; he was already satisfied as long as the Aircrew Group’s strongest attack power could successfully complete combat missions.

“Well, I’ll get busy then!”

Lin Mo waved the heavy silver box in his hand, its weight seeming as light as a feather.

“Is this the high-tech equipment?”

Old Pan curiously glanced at the striking box Lin Mo was holding.

"That’s right!"

Lin Mo nodded, showing no intention of hiding anything. His work was already openly done right under Captain Pan’s watchful eyes, so there was no need to be coy.

This variable wings fighter jet could only be piloted by a Dragon Knight. No matter how skilled or brave a pilot was, no one would dare risk turning into mush under 26G fatal overload just to climb aboard this fighter jet. Even if it was laid out in front of them without protection, it couldn’t be stolen.

Even if someone could steal it, it would be useless, just like the Ser engine, which was a technology with no potential for mass production.

"Do you need help?"

Old Pan, holding power over personnel decisions, naturally had the ability to assist Lin Mo.

"No, I’m enough on my own!"

Lin Mo waved him off as he walked onto the maintenance lift platform.

"Just call out if you need anything!"

Old Pan, with a sharp tongue but a kind heart, still cared a lot about this highly advanced variable wings fighter jet. Although it belonged to Lin Mo personally, it also represented the strength of the Night Aircrew Group.

Though Lin Mo didn’t say it out loud, Old Pan vaguely sensed that this variable wings fighter jet might be the most powerful and advanced aircraft in the country.

Last night, Lin Mo and the Gold Coin had identified a newly excavated regular hexagon mounting slot inside the "Monstrous" fuselage, a main load-bearing point of the aircraft. They had calculated a value with ample redundancy.

Even if both engines stopped in mid-air, without the pulse detonation auxiliary engine, the Ser engine could still easily stabilize the altitude of the "Monstrous" variable wings fighter jet.

The technology and equipment provided by the organizers of Abyss Nirvana were entirely focused on aircraft, guaranteeing their credibility without cutting corners or providing inferior goods.

The Ser engine Lin Mo received, model SEG-KXNR0882, had a nominal output sufficient for the B-52 "Stratofortress" subsonic long-range strategic bomber. Just two of these engines could support this massive aircraft, which weighed 221.35 tons.

Using one Ser engine to support the "Monstrous" variable wings fighter jet was effortless, even like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The upgrade plan that was finalized yesterday afternoon became obsolete once they confirmed that the Gold Giant Dragon could replicate the obtainable Ser engine at night. Lin Mo had to overturn the previous plan.

This kind of determination was something even senior engineers at the aviation design institute would never have the audacity to change on a whim. Due to the asymmetry of costs, the partnership between a person and a dragon held an unmatched advantage in the aviation industry.

During the complex upgrade work, Lin Mo encountered a small unexpected surprise.

After the Gold Giant Dragon dove back into the "Monstrous," it suddenly spoke in Lin Mo’s mind: "Morin, I’ve found something strange."

In this world without the Dragon God, only the soul connection feature remained to witness the contract, but at least it was still quite useful; no one could hear the whispered conversations between a person and a dragon.

"What is it?" Lin Mo asked calmly, still preparing various tools in his hands, some for actual use, and some to disguise the Gold Giant Dragon’s activities.

"It’s in…" Gold Coin mentioned several locations.

Lin Mo furrowed his brows and reached into those spots on the fighter jet. Indeed, he dug out three unusual items.

Familiar with the fighter jet’s blueprints and every spare part, Lin Mo instantly recognized that these three oddly shaped little objects were definitely not original components of the aircraft.

One of them even borrowed a circuit to create a flying wire, appearing to have taken root within the internal structure of the aircraft. A typical mechanic might have been fooled, but not Lin Mo.

"What are they?" Lin Mo examined the items in his hand; the smallest was about the size of a soybean, the middle one resembled a Mahjong tile, and the largest was no bigger than a matchbox.

"They seem to be audio devices with signal transmission capabilities, especially that big one; it has a powerful output," Gold Giant Dragon scanned the objects with its abilities, but that was limited to the metallic materials. It was still powerless against non-metallic materials.

"Looks like someone is getting restless,"

The high probability of these three items being listening devices made Lin Mo frown deeply. He was puzzled as to who had done this.

Could they have snuck in from outside? That would mean the Night Special Forces base had been exposed, and if that were a possibility, it would be catastrophic.

To dare target a Dragon Knight was like an old man eating arsenic; it showed a blatant disregard for life.

Lin Mo couldn’t help but feel a wave of killing intent surge within him.

Crack…

A crisp sound reached Lin Mo’s ears. His expression changed, and he mentally cursed himself for being careless. He had accidentally crushed the three little items into fragments.