Chapter 780: The Crooked-Mouth Monk Recites the Sutra

Near the underground passage leading to the Aircrew Group’s hangar, a figure wearing headphones clutched a tactical tablet issued by the Night Special Forces, seemingly listening intently.

Suddenly, she froze, as if hit by a paralysis spell, staring at the screen of the tactical tablet with disbelief as three out of several network connection devices suddenly lost response.

"How is this possible?"

Li Muling, both angry and confused, took off her headphones. Although there was an electromagnetic shielding system inside the base, it could still transmit signals under surveillance using specific frequencies and authorization keys.

Just seconds ago, the three surveillance devices she had painstakingly deployed were all destroyed without exception.

Li Muling, a scout from the Night Intelligence Group and one of the "Twin Stars," sister to Li Muxin, was skilled in special skills such as tracking, driving, demolition, and eavesdropping. Yet, with her extensive experience, her cleverly arranged setup had been effortlessly dismantled by someone.

From judging that an intruder had entered the area to the destruction of the listening devices, no more than one or two minutes passed. But in that short time, it felt as if she had delivered the setup right into their hands for easy discovery.

It was a slap in the face, a blatant humiliation. She had been insulted; "Twin Stars" had been insulted; the intelligence group had been insulted. What was meant to be a covert investigation turned out to be a disastrous start.

The intelligence group had the authority to secretly investigate anyone within the base to ensure safety, including themselves, as they were monitored by the national high-level intelligence department. This system ensured the purity of the Special Forces and protected the underground base from enemy infiltration.

Even the Russians, who traditionally had good relations with the Chinese, wouldn’t hesitate to insert small pawns, even if they had no immediate effect, into the partners’ vulnerabilities.

Even the CIA would hire individuals of other nationalities to join their own organization to enhance control over foreign countries. The investigation Li Muling had requested targeted Lin Mo. If all was well, that would be fine; if there was a problem, the consequences would no longer be just the business of the Night Special Forces. No one could guarantee that past loyalty tests would maintain an immune status forever.

"Bastard, do you really think I can’t uncover your secrets? I still have a backup!"

Li Muling, having seen all sorts of scenarios, naturally refused to admit defeat so easily.

There was still a surveillance camera working near the "Monstrous" variable wings fighter jet, sending synchronized high-definition video and audio signals remotely.

However, the footage that came through widened Li Muling’s eyes, her fair face turning red again.

"No, no, no, what’s going on? Pan, are you really going against me too?"

Clearly, that camera had also encountered an accident.

"Xiao Li, come here and help me move this tool rack, shift it over here! We need a few more people; it’s too heavy."

Old Pan yelled for Xiao Li, one of the strong mechanics in the Aircrew Group, to assist. A tool rack about 2 meters tall was repositioned with everyone’s combined effort, freeing up significant space for the maintenance area.

Such heavy-duty maneuvering was routine for the Aircrew Group members, as the maintenance area had limited space. They couldn’t pile up all types of equipment and tools but had to continuously swap based on needs. The mechanics included many strong young men.

This move proved vital because the tall tool rack’s hanging board conveniently blocked a hidden camera that was focused on the "Monstrous" variable wings position.

This left a small woman near the hangar’s outside passage fuming, as the only device remaining in view was a board filled with tools, barely catching Lin Mo’s vague silhouette.

Plans fell short of changes; the unexpected could strike at any time. Li Muling’s monitoring operation targeting Lin Mo, after being discovered and sabotaged, led to even stealthier contingencies being inadvertently ruined by Old Pan as well.

While Lin Mo continued to ponder who had infiltrated to set traps for him, the intelligence group’s "Twin Star" sister, Li Muling, faced one of the few failures of her life.

There were both inevitabilities and surprises.

After a thorough search, Lin Mo found no other unidentified objects, leading him to believe the intruder was solely focused on him for eavesdropping.

Was there a necessity for that?

Lin Mo was baffled; the secrets in the hangar were known only to him alone.

The gap in expertise was too significant. Even if he was in front of someone else, they wouldn’t understand the high-tech items he manipulated, and it was unlikely anyone would use aviation experts as spies or agents; it would be something no one had ever even heard of.

After searching within a five-meter radius, Lin Mo still came up empty-handed. He decided to abandon the fruitless search. Just in case, he set up a porous fiber barrier wall around his work area and then buried himself again in the upgrade tasks for the "Monstrous" variable wings fighter jet. He couldn’t afford to let such a small incident distract him.

For Lin Mo, who had already proven his qualifications as an aviation expert through the design of the "Monstrous" and its prototype, just installing a Ser engine onto the "Monstrous" wasn’t nearly enough.

The Ser effect’s anti-gravity field actually has many application techniques that can be explored to achieve some unexpected functions. The small booklet tucked in the box contains information that is simply too basic; it’s not that the Americans are lazy, but rather it is intentional.

Preparing the "Monstrous" variable wings fighter jet to be fully open and completely stripped down saved Lin Mo a lot of effort. In addition to the main Ser engine, he also embedded nearly ten Ser devices of various sizes inside the aircraft, connecting all of them with pre-made control lines. There were both metal wires and fiber optics, linked through a specific control module core to the onboard computer’s main system.

This was not the end; Lin Mo still needed to configure a dedicated drive system for it. The eleven Ser engines, each with different power outputs, effectively added eleven maneuvering controls to the "Monstrous" variable wings fighter jet, elevating the aircraft’s maneuverability to a new level.

No one would have thought of combining external aerodynamic forces with internal anti-gravity balance to enhance the aircraft’s agility. Perhaps this combination would allow the fighter jet to become as agile as a bird.

All of this still needed actual test flights to verify the results formally. By incorporating the new power and balance control systems into the onboard computer system, the Ser engine would automatically become part of the dynamic balance system, necessitating a complete rewrite of the control operating system.

Aside from Lin Mo, the one most familiar with this fighter jet was the gold giant dragon; having developed programs for it, he was quite experienced. While not as technically comprehensive as the golden-haired tech girl, his specialization in the realm of aviation expertise was certainly significant.

"Hey! Lieutenant Li? What brings you here today?"

As Captain Pan was busy checking on the day’s work, he spotted one of the famous twin sisters from the base—an uncommon sight. However, he could not distinguish whether it was the older sister, Li Muxin, or the younger sister, Li Muling.

As long as he referred to her as Lieutenant Li, he was safe; after all, both shared the surname Li and were currently both lieutenants.

"Captain Pan, thank you for your hard work! It’s me, Xiao Bing!"

Li Muling cheerfully responded to the Aircrew Group leader’s greeting.

A special habit of the "Twin Stars" sisters in greeting colleagues was to first introduce themselves as the older or younger sister to avoid confusion. The sisters did not use any special identifiers to distinguish themselves, as being intelligence personnel meant having as few features as possible. They always dressed identically, and their movements, tones, and expressions showed astonishing synchronization.

If they kept quiet, even their parents wouldn’t be able to tell them apart, which proved convenient while on missions. Anyone trying to track them without knowing the details was destined for failure, likely thinking their target would magically teleport away.

"Oh, it’s Xiao Bing! Who are you looking for? Is there something up?"

Captain Pan questioned, setting down his tactical tablet.

The Aircrew Group only interacted with the Intelligence Group when receiving combat assignments, relying mostly on the tactical tablet to transmit data rather than dealing with the intelligence agents directly.

Li Muling maintained her charming smile and discreetly asked, "Is Major Lin Mo around?"

Though she already knew that Lin Mo was just twenty meters away, inside the maintenance area surrounded by white temporary walls, she pretended to be unaware of it.

"Oh? Lin Mo? He’s here! Do you need something from him?"

Captain Pan, puzzled, contemplated Li Muling’s intent, wondering if he would need to shield Lin Mo again.

Being a group leader was truly a burden.

"Yes, a bit! I want to ask him something; I need to collect some intelligence."

Thinking quickly, Li Muling found a reason that would hold up, speaking in a grand, unflawed manner.

"Understood! Uh! He’s over there! Watch your step and mind your head!"

Captain Pan’s expression changed oddly as he glanced to the right, seemingly realizing something.

The group leader’s strange reaction drew curious chuckles from the nearby mechanics, leaving Li Muling looking utterly confused.

The "Twin Stars" of the Intelligence Group were among the rare beauties at the base, attracting speculation from the men when one visited a young male major.

It was well-known that although Major Lin Mo might not be the most handsome in the base, he certainly carried the most charisma. His unique Air Knight aura was hardly distinguishable from that of the nobility.

The white temporary walls concealed everyone’s view.

Ah, the youth of today!

Don’t expect a bunch of crooked-mouthed monks to recite anything serious.