Chapter 850

Chapter 850: Gold Coins! Good night!

The newly produced batch of J-10B fighter jets from Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group openly adopted many of Lin Mo’s improvement proposals without paying a single cent. They likely presumed Lin Mo’s future after retirement and seemed completely unconcerned about being discovered.

Perhaps they planned to calculate old and new accounts at the same time, confidently taking Lin Mo for granted.

By now, time had passed, especially after the shocking debut of the “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet, which astounded the high-ranking officials in the domestic industry. Lin Mo’s value had unknowingly skyrocketed.

Although the “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet was not suitable as a mass-produced frontline fighter, it firmly established Lin Mo’s strong credentials in the domestic aircraft research community.

Given the organizational structure, the Air Force was unlikely to easily release him, leaving everyone in the aviation industry to wait for Lin Mo’s retirement.

As long as the final day remained uncertain, it meant that several domestic aerospace manufacturers still had a chance.

Even though Lin Mo held shares in the National Defense Star, his technical background made it unlikely for him to enter management, and with the competitive technical barriers in the industry, no one cared whether he was a director at another company.

Such occurrences of holding positions in major enterprises simultaneously were extremely common in private businesses.

Due to Professor Yan’s legacy system, Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group had already smoothly integrated Lin Mo into their circle, casually allowing him to operate their proud creations, the J-14 and J-20. Shenyang Aircraft Corporation, with its far-sighted vision, directly sponsored an extremely advanced fighter jet, quietly digging into the competition.

Although nothing was said on the surface, through regular use and maintenance, the technical level of the J-18 “Red Eagle” subtly demonstrated its strength to Lin Mo, allowing him to be influenced by their technical system without realizing it.

In the end, Lin Mo would definitely be part of the final winners, but he wouldn’t be the biggest one.

With experienced mechanics and deep professional knowledge in aviation design, Lin Mo was the only instructor in the training team qualified and capable of participating in the storage and maintenance of the J-10B fighter jets.

Once it became evident that he was extremely familiar with the J-10B fighter jets, the four engineers from Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group who arrived with the transport aircraft realized this young major was actually Professor Yan Guoqiang’s Close Disciple, a retired expert from the 611 Institute under Chengdu.

Now that they knew he was one of their own, the relationship between both sides quickly warmed up, and the preparation team for the strengthened training course felt more at ease, no longer worried about the engineers not fully dedicating themselves to imparting maintenance techniques.

The mechanics from the strong-attack division at Jianqiao Airport and those from the fighter division at Quzhou Airport were filled with gratitude for Lin Mo. This opportunity meant that the cost engineers would be more open, enabling them to learn even more.

Busy until late into the night, the storage work for the J-10B was finally completed.

In fact, placing the aircraft in the hangar and conducting standard checks didn’t take much time; Lin Mo and Chengdu’s engineers, along with the mechanics from the two aviation units, had been so engrossed in conversation that they lost track of time.

When they finished, it was nearly two in the morning.

Passing by the hangar where the variable wings fighter jet was stored, Lin Mo suddenly stopped.

With the permission of the duty soldier, he entered the hangar alone.

The “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet, still maintaining its repulsion shield, quietly occupied the center of the hangar, dominating the space. Under the protection of the shield, even dust found it difficult to settle on the aircraft’s surface.

A few mining lamps illuminated the quiet hangar, casting a clear shadow of one person and one aircraft on the ground.

Turning off the repulsion shield, Lin Mo gently touched the cold, hard surface of the aircraft, walking slowly around it.

The surface was covered with an optical stealth layer, giving Lin Mo a matte texture to the touch. Although the matte effect did not produce glaring mirror reflections, it slightly increased air resistance; however, under the protection of the repulsion shield, this minor impact was negligible.

The high-speed flowing air hardly touched the optical stealth layer, allowing the fighter jet’s optical stealth technology to be successfully applied, which Lin Mo had long anticipated as a powerful ace in his hand.

The “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet was the main combat weapon of the aerial knights that Lin Mo had painstakingly crafted, with complications and fortunes beyond imagination.

Inside this aircraft, every alloy skin, every screw, every weight reduction hole, and various details were so familiar to him that he could identify their parameters and functions with his eyes closed, as if he knew his own body.

Every battle-hardened warrior must be intimately familiar with their weapon, pouring all their emotions into it, forming a profound tacit understanding over years of experience.

In the Dragon Knight Corps, Lin Mo relied on that unruly giant dragon, the mystic steel armor, and the Dragon Slayer sword to seek achievements and opportunities for survival on the battlefield.

In this world, the massive war construct created by technological civilization became a new combat weapon in the hands of the Dragon Knight, once again helping him dominate the skies and face unimaginable challenges.

Sometimes even the gold giant dragon would feel jealousy, as Lin Mo’s affection for this fighter jet far exceeded that of a lover. Most of his maintenance and upkeep were done by himself, rarely entrusting it to others. Whenever there was a new function or component, he would find a way to acquire and install it on this exceptional aircraft.

Only the high-ranking officials from Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group and Shenyang Aircraft Corporation knew what an incredible aerial warfare weapon Lin Mo had created. Even the engineers who arrived from Chengdu to Quzhou Airport today were unaware that a fighter jet in the hangar was personally crafted by this young major.

"I say, Gold Coin, you’ve been too low-key for too long. It’s almost half a month—haven’t you figured it out yet? Tsk tsk, this is too embarrassing for the Dragon Kin. Is it really possible for a gold giant dragon to be stuffed to death? Hurry up and get it sorted out! I’ve got a huge surplus of super hard alloy piling up here, and if you don’t digest it soon, I won’t have anywhere to put it. Remember back when you would devour black iron like your life depended on it? But now, you probably wouldn’t even take a second glance. Even though we are lost in this new world, you seem to have fallen into a honey pot. Even if you had the chance to go back now, you wouldn’t budge an inch. And…"

Lin Mo spoke to himself as if he were walking around the fighter jet, seemingly talking to it as well.

Dragons are proud creatures with a strong sense of self-esteem. If this gold giant dragon were outside the Longinus spear right now, it would be furious and demand an explanation and apology from Lin Mo for making comments that demean dragon kin’s dignity.

This dragon was now left with nothing but empty words. It posed no threat to the Dragon Knight, and oddly enough, Lin Mo no longer used various provocations as he had in another world. As long as the goal was achieved, means were merely means.

Yet, the rear-swept spike on the aircraft remained still. Lin Mo felt a shadow rise in his heart; there were too many unknowns in this world, and he didn’t know whether certain things posed a deadly threat to the gold giant dragon.

He should have reminded this glutton to use its split body to consume, but now he had trapped its main body inside, a real case of gain not compensating for loss.

Though he couldn’t soar majestically in the skies like before, standing on the dragon’s back, having a gold giant dragon at his side as both tool and bodyguard was still very convenient.

He found it hard to adjust to life without Gold Coin nearby.

“Hey! Major Lin Mo, are you still here? Why aren’t you going to sleep?”

Colonel Cao Yueyang’s voice suddenly came from the hangar door. Perhaps he couldn’t sleep and stepped outside to relax, just in time to see Lin Mo’s hangar lights still on and came over to check the situation.

“Colonel, why aren’t you sleeping? I’m just talking to myself here,” Lin Mo replied, turning to see Colonel Cao Yueyang standing at the hangar door wrapped in a blanket but not coming inside.

“Can’t sleep, just came out to take a walk. I saw you here and thought I’d check. Are you talking to the fighter jet? Hehe, that’s a rather unique hobby.”

Colonel Cao Yueyang was unfazed; every soldier treats their weapon as their closest companion, and it was not uncommon for someone to whisper to their tactical daggers, automatic rifles, or cars.

This was not childish at all; only those who were truly sincere and faithful had such quirks. Especially those who had been on the battlefield shared a common sentiment: “The more people I know, the more I like guns.”

Although Colonel Cao Yueyang did not know Lin Mo’s previous combat history, he was now certain that this young major had survived the brutal and perilous battleground.

As long as one survives, age is no longer a concern.

Even though he usually hid the unique bloody aura forged from many battles, Lin Mo didn’t want to let someone see through him from a different angle due to a few unintentional words.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to it a bit more before heading back to sleep! It’s getting late; I need to rest. You should, too, Old Cao. We still need to work on the training course materials tomorrow and might even do a test flight for the fighter jet to practically validate some tactics.”

The Dragon Knight smiled gently, nodded, and patted the body of the variable wings fighter jet. He reopened the repulsion shield, enveloping the aircraft once again.

If the gold giant dragon could no longer awaken, Lin Mo had no choice but to wait quietly until the day came when his descendants would see this giant dragon break free from the Longinus spear.

In some cases, the Dragon Knight felt powerless. Fate was like a battlefield; no one knew where the next deadly arrow might come from, taking the life of themselves or their comrades.

“Alright then, let’s go back together!”

Colonel Cao Yueyang shook his blanket, watching as Lin Mo closed the hangar door.

Back in the instructors’ exclusive dormitory, just before bed, Lin Mo knocked on the gold giant dragon’s separate evolved split watch as usual.

“Gold Coin! Good night!”

The last light in the room was turned off.

Volume Eighteen