Although the embassy military attache, Major Mo, could not reveal to Lin Mo the actions of the intelligence department in the United States, and what those who pursued and killed wanted to get from Lin Mo, after all, the "Fenrir" alloy was related to national strength and was too important, and the embassy-level authority was not qualified to be disclosed to Lin Mo, and most of the intelligence officers involved in the operation did not know about it.

Even the United States and the CIA have a great intention of getting rid of the bitter master Lockheed and getting it into their own pockets, and the identity of the world's largest arms dealer is obviously not qualified to have such a thing.

However, Major Mo told Lin Mo which organizations had moved against him.

Obviously, he told Lin Mo that although he carried the black pot for the intelligence department, he couldn't know the reason, and the secret in it might rot in the hearts of many people, and even if he died, he couldn't show the slightest bit of his mouth, but it allowed Lin Mo to retain the right to have a chance to retaliate in the future.

There has never been a period of complete peace in international competition, and Lin Mo's department will inevitably have to fight with these organizations, if you encounter these organizations in the future during the mission, hehe, there is every reason to pick some particularly powerful bombs to bombard these guys to the scum.

This can be regarded as a small favor from the intelligence department, and there will be deeper and broader cooperation in the future, and it is also very necessary to have a good relationship with an ace pilot who has the right to fight abroad.

The cooperation between the two sides has always been close, and Lin Mo has not helped the intelligence department to relieve the siege, and of course, the intelligence department has not wiped Lin Mo's ass less.

The people who deserved Lockheed were unlucky, and relying on their relationship with the CIA, they ambushed Lin Mo near the hotel.

That's good. After Lin Mo returned to the hotel, Major Mo very inauthentically pointed out for him the Lockheed personnel who were guarding the door of the hotel, waiting for the opportunity like a wolf.

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed.

When Lin Mo was trying his sword, he suddenly saw Mickey outside the hotel. Friedman, with the guidance of Major Mo, naturally recognized this guy who was always making trouble for him, and now the director of the Lockheed Operations Department no longer has the advantage of information asymmetry, and it is difficult to escape -

"Mr. Rabery. This is a renewal agreement, which is a 70% discount that we can give you, and then please pay a 30% deposit. Thank you very much for allowing us to continue to serve you. ”

Hotel manager Numi. Dick handed the secretary's final revised protocol to Boeing's receptionist.

Boeing lost four experimental F/A-XX sixth-generation fighters, not only did they lose a lot of money, but the out-of-control fighter even shot down two F-22 Raptors.

Although there were no casualties. Only the pilots were frightened, and Boeing still invisibly hit Lockheed indirectly. The face of the company.

In order to investigate the cause, Boeing has to ask the aviation expert groups of various countries to stay in the United States, and if it is as planned, the exhibition should have ended long ago and entered the final travel and entertainment schedule.

But now that even the F/A-XX battle is gone, and the final tasting cannot be carried out, so in order to eliminate the suspicion of aviation experts from various countries, Boeing has to pay out of its own pocket. These experts were put under house arrest in a hotel and secretly investigated the situation.

The cost of accommodation in the hotel was paid by various countries, but all the expenses incurred during the stay had to be borne by Boeing, which was a large expense for nearly 1,000 people. If this were not the case, other countries would not give face to Boeing and the Americans at all, and would just pat their butts and leave, and it would be a big deal for the politicians of the two countries to fight with each other, and which country can independently produce fighter jets, which is the persimmon that is easy to pinch. The aviation industry is the most representative proof of the strength of a country's industrial system.

"Okay! Mr. Dick!"

Rabey, Boeing's head of reception, signed the agreement, stamped it, and took out a blank check for the amount that had been signed and stamped, but with a limited number of digits, and filled in the deposit number.

The authorization given to him by Boeing is still quite large, and he can fill in the amount between $1 million and $9.99 million at will.

Handing over the check, Rabury inadvertently glanced out of the office window and suddenly froze, the general manager's office was located in such a way that the hotel door could be completely taken into view.

"What's wrong? Mr. Rabery? "The hotel manager, Numi. Dick suddenly saw Boeing's Rabelay's expression suddenly become odd.

"I think the greenery outside your gate should be repaired." Raberi was still staring out the window, his head not turning.

"How is that possible?"

Numi. Dick couldn't understand Rabery's inexplicable words, and looked out the window as if he had seen something incredible, and suddenly opened his mouth wide, unable to close it for a long time, and muttered to himself in distraction: "You are right, Mr. Rabery!"

The sound of cold air in the room sounded one after another-

Mickey. Friedman never expected that the other party was just swinging the giant sword from a distance of twenty meters, and he saw an invisible force sweeping towards them.

The well-groomed horticultural shrubs and plants on the side of the road seemed to have been slashed by an incomparable blade, and the branches and leaves flew wildly, and the heads were shaved flat, as if they had been badly shaved by a gardener with poor craftsmanship.

"Lie down!"

Several CIA agents who saw this scene at the door of the hotel shouted, as if they had encountered a grenade on the battlefield, and the Lockheed people reflexively threw themselves directly to the ground with their heads in their hands. Friedman was also pulled to the ground by his men.

Although the people in the Operations Department are not effective in some things, they are quick to react.

It's not as simple as just a few casual swings of the blade, it's a special skill that only dragon knights can master.

Only an air knight who is extremely sensitive to air currents can master this kind of supersonic wind pressure that agitates the air and condenses with lethal power.

It is specially used to use the killing effect created by the air flow when the light combat gas is insufficient.

Created purely by **, the sword technique like magic only has a very terrifying lethality at close range, especially against soft targets, and it is powerless against solid metal armor.

"Mickey. Mr. Friedman, we finally met, and you've been hiding it from me. ”

Lin Mo unceremoniously kicked away a few superfluous guys like a dog, picked up the director of the Lockheed Operations Division from the ground, dragged him to the hotel by the collar like a dead dog.

The surrounding CIA agents had already reacted, but when they saw the bright giant sword and a messy green belt, they couldn't help but swallow.

Their small pistol didn't seem to be a match for this greatsword at all, even if it didn't go through the opening, the weight of the greatsword could even ignore whether it was open or not, and as long as the big sword moved slightly, the 9mm caliber pistol bullet was useless at all.

As soon as the agents wanted to make a move, they all retreated as if they had received an order en masse.

Lieutenant Colonel Jett, the head of the CIA here, received a warning from Major Mo, the military attache of the Chinese Embassy, that this was a personal vendetta and that it was better for the intelligence services of both sides not to interfere.

Although the state has national laws, the intelligence services are the most unfettered kind of people, and under the mutual containment, the CIA can only succumb to the unspoken rules, pretend not to see, and let the unlucky ghosts of Lockheed be bullied.

"Mr. 'Dragon Knight', fortunately, fortunately!" Mickey. Friedman trembled like chaff, and the smile he forced out was uglier than crying, damn it, how could he be recognized by him, could someone have betrayed him.

At least he knew that if he denied it, it would definitely be worse than death, and the guy in front of him was simply a lawless murderer who disregarded human life, and he knew that the closer he got to this guy, the more something would happen.

But it's useless to think about it now, this guy is right in front of him, and he is dragging that terrifying weapon that scares people to death.

God, Bartley isn't as scary as this thing, and whoever is so unvirtuous to make such a thing and want to kill himself can just slam it on the ground like a chicken, isn't it torture?

"Hmmm! Good! I believe I've been having a hard time lately, and it must have something to do with you. "Lin Mo put Mickey. Friedman threw himself at the door of the hotel, his hand shook, and the nearly two-meter giant sword directly grazed the opponent's neck, as if cutting into tofu, and sank into the ground more than two feet deep.

"My God, what Satan really is." Mickey. Friedman was almost frightened, but he didn't dare to move.

The C.I.A. agents turned their heads in a bit of misery, knowing that this was an example.

The other party has to vent the same evil anger that has been hunted down and killed in the past few days, and Lockheed's people are the unlucky chicken.

"Let's settle the score, don't think I don't know anything? Someone has told me that you Lockheed have dared to attack me again and again, and there has been no response to my request last time, it seems that I really don't take me seriously, hum, it's very good, this is the United States, I happen to be here, and the monk can't run the temple, and I also know where you Lockheed is, so take a moment and level your Lockheed, I see if you still have the confidence to continue to pretend to play for me. ”

Mickey. Friedman had no doubt that the other party could do this, and immediately screamed: "No, no, you can't do that!"

Seeing those indifferent CIA agents, Mitch. Friedman gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, these guys who waste taxpayers' money are so hateful that they don't even know how to come up to help, in order to dispel this terrible idea of the other party, he hurriedly said: "This is the United States, you really have to do this, the US government will not let you go, the CIA people are here, if you don't want to make more trouble for yourself, it's better not to do this." ”

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