Chapter 852

Chapter 852: Saving the Giant Dragon Gold Coin (Part 2)

Lin Mo brought out the tactical tablet allocated to him by the Night Special Forces from the cockpit of the “monstrous.” Its built-in battery could run at full power for a week, and even after being in standby mode in the cockpit for nearly half a month, it still had about eighty percent energy left to operate.

After completing the verification procedures and connecting to the satellite, several light sounds chimed as the communication system received a few emails.

Without the gold giant dragon as his assistant, Lin Mo had not yet formed the habit of checking for the latest information on the tactical tablet.

The first email came from Aircrew Group leader Old Pan, dated over half a month ago when Lin Mo was still in America.

"The robot called ‘Gold Coin’ malfunctioned yesterday. It suddenly stopped working properly and has become clumsy about understanding voice commands. Now it can only do simple tasks, and it can’t even handle maintenance work that it used to perform. The programmers from the computer center came, but they’ve been unable to fix it."

This was certain; the intelligent system that had been responding and making judgments was actually Gold Coin itself, not that rudimentary artificial intelligence system. With Gold Coin losing connection, the robot naturally reverted to its original form.

Even the clumsy intelligent system had managed to respond somewhat, but there was no expectation it could handle complex tasks.

The second and third emails were from the blonde tech-savvy little girl, Maisha Wright. She had replaced the base computer center’s programming expert and taken over the robot called "Gold Coin" for the Aircrew Group.

It proved that Lin Mo’s decision to bring this little worker into the Night Special Forces was absolutely correct. Surprisingly, at the moment when the experts in the computer center were at a loss, this new arrival, who always held a laptop, quickly discovered and solved the problem—at least a large part of it.

After a thorough inspection, the blonde tech-savvy little girl found no hardware issues and suspected the problem might lie in the intelligent system. Utilizing the powerful performance of the laptop Lin Mo had given her, she spent half a day successfully reverse-engineering the robot’s original intelligent system. She then used that as a reference, taking nearly a week to create a new system and successfully reintegrate it.

With the new system driving the robot, its response and working capability greatly improved, reaching at least seventy percent of its pre-malfunction performance. Although it couldn’t operate independently without supervision, it was far better than when it had "broken down." The Aircrew Group had now gotten used to having this robot share their workload, and the blonde tech-savvy little girl received recognition from the Special Forces for her contributions.

The last complaint from the blonde tech-savvy little girl was that her laptop’s battery seemed to have an issue.

At first, she hadn’t charged it at all and hadn’t connected it to an external power source; she had just been using it as is. However, the day after the robot had malfunctioned, the laptop started notifying her that it was running low on power, which forced her to create a matching power adapter.

Yet since that day, even a full charge lasted only two hours, as if the previously endless battery life had never existed. If there weren’t a single screw or seam to be found on the laptop, she might have already taken it apart herself to fix it.

After reading these two emails, Lin Mo couldn’t help but chuckle. The gold giant dragon was in Big Trouble; he was not the only one affected by it.

The Aircrew Group and the blonde tech-savvy little girl also faced impacts they were unaware of. Fortunately, both the robot and the high-performance laptop were not just decorations; they continued to operate according to their original physical structures, or else their flaws would have been exposed.

The third email explained that all the various components and materials Lin Mo and the blonde tech-savvy little girl had ordered had arrived a week ago and were being gradually put on the shelves.

During the day, the robot called Gold Coin worked for the Aircrew Group, but at night it assisted Maisha Wright in organizing the incoming materials for storage. To prevent chaos, she dared not let others handle it; she could only move things in tiny increments like ants moving house.

Valued at over two million dollars, it was unknown how long it would take to get all the materials placed on the shelves. Looking at the shelves full of supplies, Maisha Wright started lamenting about her misfortune.

This is what they call "Heaven’s misdeeds can be avoided, but self-inflicted misfortune cannot be lived with!"

Spending the money had indeed been thrilling at first, but facing the mountain of different materials, anyone would likely be stunned.

Upon seeing Maisha Wright’s two emails, Lin Mo simply replied with “Read” and moved on. However, he had more important tasks to communicate to the tech-savvy little girl.

As for the last unread email, Lin Mo planned to wait a while before looking at it due to its urgent nature.

To rescue the gold giant dragon from the Longinus Spear, Lin Mo couldn’t directly tell Maisha Wright that he had a colossal dragon from another realm trapped within a mysterious spear, as that would lead to an uproar.

Instead, he needed a more indirect yet scientific description to veil the truth.

A special energy or an object with strong molecular-level permeability had attached itself to a piece of undetermined, extremely light, yet hard metal bar. He needed to figure out how to safely and completely separate it without damaging the bar’s physical form.

This description could somewhat explain the general principle of the gold giant dragon devouring and merging with the metal, making it one of the closest possible explanations.

Regardless, Lin Mo would never resort to risky methods that involved destroying the Longinus in order to separate the gold giant dragon.

Thus, this posed a very challenging problem.

To gather more hands to resolve the issue, Lin Mo also forwarded Bob Boyce’s secret contact information, who was hiding in Seattle, to the blonde tech-savvy little girl. It was a case of a technical expert reaching out to another technical expert; even if it cost one or two million, Lin Mo believed it was worth it to bring this glutton out.

That bastard dragon! Always getting itself into trouble!

What a waste! I really need to squeeze this glutton for all it’s worth; it looks like it’ll have to work as a laborer for the rest of its life.

Through a secure network connected by satellite, Lin Mo emailed the blonde tech-savvy little girl, asking her to research it promptly and report back on her progress.

Once he finished this, Lin Mo finally turned his attention to the last email, which had just come the day before.

Surprisingly, the sender was Captain Feng, the leader of the Night Special Forces, Colonel Feng Chenye.

The email was filled with a soldier’s decisive and efficient tone, clear and unambiguous, making it very easy to read and understand.

The relevant department of the country had used its authority to send a negotiation letter to the Night through the Command Center of the Special Operations Team.

The relevant department was willing to pay a significant price to acquire the Longinus spear that Lin Mo held, and hoped that the high-level leaders of the Special Operations Team and the captain of the Night could support this "fair acquisition" and persuade Lin Mo to transfer it.

However, Captain Feng was not someone who simply followed others without a mind of his own; he quickly recognized the pressure of national duty behind this "negotiation letter" that claimed to be about a "fair acquisition," and he suspected the immense importance of the item Lin Mo possessed. Remarkably, it drew such a secret department to seek it out and even offer a staggering sum of one billion yuan.

The document from the relevant department had already stirred the Command Center of the Special Operations Team. They did not know what treasure Lin Mo had that made this highly mysterious department offer such a price.

Yet, the relevant department had its own hardships. Its secrecy was even stricter than that of nuclear weapons, making it impossible to reveal any details about the weapon. Given the intelligence analysis capabilities of the Special Operations Team, although they didn’t know exactly what the item was, they could easily deduce that there was something being concealed.

Maintaining secrecy and low profile, and reducing opportunities for exposure, was the operational principle of the relevant department. Even being observed by their own people wasn’t a good thing.

If this pressure were placed on another ordinary unit, it would likely lead to an immediate halt of all work. The political officer or instructor would start working politely with everyone around the clock, serving tea, delivering meals, and even doing laundry to persuade people with reason and emotions until they felt moved enough to willingly hand over their items, feeling embarrassed even to mention money.

Then they would celebrate with loud drums and big banners, presenting a big red flower and certificates— a series of honors. A fortunate officer could even get a promotion within a year, and that would conclude the matter.

But here in the Night, all those tangible and intangible pressures were directly intercepted by Captain Feng Chenye.

The item Lin Mo held should be considered private property; otherwise, the relevant department wouldn’t have proposed a "purchase." It could very well have turned into a forced confiscation without any negotiation.

In that case, no one in the Special Operations Team had the authority to make decisions on their own, nor could they transfer the pressure onto Lin Mo. The relevant department had clearly underestimated the internal unity and cohesion of the Special Operations Team.

If they used their power or orders to force Lin Mo to hand over that item, the unit would have no way to operate in the future, and they would make the Air Force very angry.

If Lin Mo, in a fit of anger, applied for retirement, the misfortune would not fall only on the army.

Feeling Captain Feng’s protective sentiment, Lin Mo felt both touched and grateful.

However, the power of this relevant department could not be ignored; he replied in the email: “The Longinus spear is not for sale at the moment. Let’s play with it for a while before discussing its sale. Change the unit from yuan to euro to show sincerity.”

So you have money, huh? Let’s see you use it!

This way, he didn’t completely refuse but left a glimmer of hope, just in case the other party tried anything tricky.

After sending, the mail system on the tactical tablet chimed, notifying him of a new message.

Lin Mo looked and saw that the blonde tech-savvy little girl was still awake; she had quickly replied to his email.