Mann's pupils shrank when he saw Lin Mo's face remained as usual and he slashed down a fly with his knife without any expression.
The atmosphere was a little stagnant at this moment. Lin Mo drew his sword and slashed at a fly in the air. This move was completely beyond everyone's expectations. No one thought that he would do something like this.
But when they came back to their senses, everyone had different reactions.
Rebecca was not too shocked by this. Seeing Lin Mo's seemingly dazzling skills, although she felt quite handsome for a moment, she still chuckled and shook her head, looking at Lin Mo with eyes full of disapproval.
The helplessness of future generations.
No matter how old it is, there are still people using this ancient technique.
As the gunner in the team, Rebecca's best skill is her marksmanship.
Melee combat methods like Lin Mo's, which were almost abandoned after entering the era of thermal weapons, should have been lying in the grave a long time ago.
The rest of the people had a similar mentality more or less. Pila wrapped her arms around the back of her head, holding the back of her head and looking at Lin Mo patiently, with a cigarette in her mouth, thinking that she would have the opportunity to teach this kid again in the future.
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However, there are always people who can see something from Lin Mo's sharp knife.
Needless to say, Kitagawa Hiroshi had gone through many incidents with Lin Mo, let alone pulling out his samurai sword and chopping flies to show off his skills.
Even if Lin Mo drew a knife and chopped a piece of shit, he would still feel that there must be a deep meaning in it!
On the contrary, it was Mann. When Lin Mo drew his knife and hit the fly, his expression turned solemn for an instant.
He was closest to Lin Mo and could best feel the magic of that sword.
It was so relaxed and freehand. The young man in front of me drew his sword and then chopped. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, without any sluggishness. It was as simple as picking up vegetables during a meal.
Lin Mo never moved his gaze from the beginning to the end. He used the corner of his eye to capture the flying trajectory of the fly, then quickly drew the knife and accurately hit the black dot in mid-air.
So precise...so natural, even if the opponent only has half a bucket of water, it is enough to deal with most enemies.
Even at such a close distance, if this kid suddenly attacked, Mann had an inexplicable hunch that not many people in his team would survive.
Mann was also a little surprised by the mysterious runes engraved on the ancient sword. Although he couldn't understand it, he could clearly feel the ancient and ancient atmosphere of the samurai sword.
The blade's surface was slightly bright. If you looked at it from a distance, you might have thought it was an LED light strip affixed to the blade's surface. However, if you looked closer, you would see extremely mysterious runes glowing.
"Mr. Lin Mo, I would like to ask you, what kind of prosthetics are implanted in your body?" Mann looked at Lin Mo deeply and asked after a while.
Lin Mo thought for a while and replied: "Just call me Lin Mo. You don't have to bother adding a suffix. As for the prosthetic body, I implanted Si'an Westan, Klenzikov, and a small number of biological components."
Suddenly, except for Kitagawa Hao, everyone's expressions changed.
"What! Your kid has actually been implanted with Sianwistan? Impossible, how can your small body withstand the side effects of the prosthetic body?"
The first person to speak was Pyrrha, whose metal prosthetic hands that were comparable to the arms of a gibbon moved up and down flexibly, unable to conceal her inner surprise.
As the team's technical expert, he naturally knew the side effects of Si'an Westan, and also understood what a crazy move Lin Mo made to implant the prosthetic body.
Mann's expression was solemn, and he did not doubt Lin Mo. Instead, he asked: "What type?"
"Type 3 produced by Dinara, so I think there is no one here who is more suitable for stealth operations than me."
Lin Mo was calm and indifferent, and the expression on his face seemed to be telling who else could give up on me.
Meeting Lin Mo's eyes, Mann remained silent for a long time. The rest of the team, except for Pila who kept shouting "This is complete nonsense", everyone was waiting for his decision.
"Lin Mo, as an employer, you are qualified to impose conditions on us, but you should know the rules of marginalized people. We decide the arrangements during the mission. After all, each of us has put our lives on the line...
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Mann's face was serious and serious.
Does this mean he doesn't agree... Lin Mo frowned.
Mann's tone was very vague, but everyone present also thought that he was rejecting Lin Mo's proposal.
But at the end of the sentence, he reached out and took off the sunglasses on his face, lowered his head and looked down at Lin Mo, and said with a chuckle:
"But since you are so confident, I can also consider it..."
"Mann, are you sure?" Dolio's face changed slightly and she asked in a solemn voice.
Mann waved his hand and said firmly: "I am the boss, listen to me."
He continued to stare into Lin Mo's eyes and asked, "How many times are you sure you can use that prosthetic body?"
"About ten times, it won't be too strenuous if you use it a few more times." Lin Mo replied sincerely.
Ten times? That's not bad... Mann thought to himself.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. With your small body, you can only use it three times at most. If you use it more, you will definitely faint." Pyrrha waved her hand with disbelief on her face.
Lin Mo sighed helplessly and retorted:
"I'm going in with you, and I'm also risking my life. How could I deceive you in a place like this?"
Pila became quiet at this time, because what Lin Mo said seemed to make sense.
Who would show off his strength and make fun of his own life?
Mann touched his chin and thought about it for a while and found that this was indeed the case.
Besides, this kid doesn't look like a pretentious guy, otherwise, the friend with the sniper rifle wouldn't be convinced by him.
Being able to gather so many teammates and let each teammate perform his or her own duties, Mann is quite confident in his vision.
In the end, he agreed to Lin Mo's request:
"Then I'll leave it to you later, Lin Mo."
He clapped his hands, attracted everyone's attention, and said in a low voice:
"Okay, now let's rearrange the plan. Lin Mo and Sasha will be responsible for sneaking in together to find the mission target that needs to be rescued; Pila and Rebecca will follow behind to respond; if exposed, Dolio and I will be on the front line together.
Attract fire.”
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"I have -" Rebecca raised her hands and yelled: "Why should I be paired with this bastard brother!"
"Tch, don't drag me down when the time comes, but if you can call me brother, come and save me, I will consider helping you." Pila's tone was full of disgust.
Rebecca's expression turned cold, her eyes seemed to be looking at garbage, she raised the pink and green pistol and aimed it at Pyrrha:
"Believe it or not, I'll give you a shot in the head!"
"No, no, I come here a lot every day, so I won't miss this one from you." Pila smiled and waved her hands, as if she wasn't worried at all that the gun was pointing at her.
"If there are no other objections, I hope you will obey the arrangement, Rebecca." Dolio came over and patted her petite shoulder.
Rebecca glanced at her brother with disgust, and then stole a glance at Lin Mo. She found that the latter was watching the two brothers and sisters bickering with interest, and she suddenly seemed to be discouraged.
"yes--"
"Well, without further ado, let's start taking action now." Mann ordered.
Everyone started to take action immediately after hearing the words.
Falco threw a travel bag on the ground and unzipped it, revealing several firearms and loads of ammunition.
Rebecca was the first to walk over, took out a few magazines and put them in her coat pocket, then opened a pack of chewing gum and threw it into her mouth to chew slowly.
Pyrrha kept her usual lewd smile and reached into the bag with her flexible prosthetic hand.
Every time he stretched out his hand from the bag, he took out eight grenades with his ten fingers and put them into his pocket together.
Others also got their own weapons one after another.
As the forward, Mann's firearm is the "Crusher", a semi-automatic repeating shotgun produced by Military Technology Company with strong firepower.
Coupled with his strong physique and thick mechanical prosthetic hands, the recoil of this gun is almost non-existent.
Dorio's firearms are a Malorian-Prelude and an Arasaka-HJSH-18 Masamune.
The former is a large-caliber revolver, and the latter is a powerful kinetic energy rifle.
"They are all big guys..." Lin Mo sighed with emotion.
Compared to those street gangsters and fringe people who hang out at the bottom, these firearms are powerful and reliable.
After picking up the weapons, Mann asked everyone to connect to the encrypted communication channel to facilitate communication during combat.
When the rest of the people walked downstairs one after another, Lin Mo walked at the back and glanced at Kitagawa Hao who stayed here, who was debugging the sniper rifle.
The latter also noticed his gaze, turned around to meet the young man's gaze, looked solemn, and bowed slightly.