The adjacent seats, the chewing of food and the quiet and deserted restaurant environment ensured this inadvertent secret conversation.
"Riyadh is no longer safe. It is best to leave Saudi Arabia or return home as soon as possible. If necessary, please contact your superiors immediately."
The other party warned Lin Mo in a low voice that the Foreign Affairs Section of China's overseas intelligence department believed that the current security level in Saudi Arabia was no longer suitable for Lin Mo and Mahiya to continue to stay. This rare vacation would probably be aborted midway.
"Understood, so, Laila Town?"
Lin Mo reported a place name in Saudi Arabia.
Presumably, it was impossible for him to escape the attention of positioning satellites when he appeared in Laila Town, but he didn't know how well his superiors knew his whereabouts. There was also a certain sense of temptation hidden in this.
"This time it was an accident! It was done by Italians! Don't worry, we will handle everything."
If the secret military operation of the Italians to attack the town of Leila had not been hidden from China, Lin Mo would have been warned by the intelligence department in advance, and the intelligence personnel's voice became very resolute in the end.
The Foreign Affairs Department will never swallow its anger. Although the Chinese side will not directly touch the Italians, the Bedouin and "Kryptian" mercenaries who participated in the fighting will face ruthless revenge from China.
"And robots!"
Lin Mo reminded me.
The people in the Foreign Affairs Department obviously did not fully understand everything that happened in Laila Town. After all, in such a chaotic little place, it was difficult for outsiders to get in easily.
The intelligence officer who was secretly communicating with Lin Mo was obviously stunned. This was beyond his authority. He could only say formulaically: "I will report to the superiors and let the Eden Consortium give an explanation. You'd better tell the recent events
Make a detailed report and submit it to us.”
He felt that some of the things Lin Mo had experienced were not as simple as the information they currently had.
"Well! I hope to hear the good news!"
Lin Mo nodded by lowering his head and biting into a piece of mutton leg meat. However, he knew that "Adam" was able to dispatch two f/a-xx fighter jets to execute a decapitation tactic on him. It would not be so simple to explain it away.
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You have to be more careful about those intelligent robots in the future. Judging from the actions of the other party at all costs, it is not so easy to stop the retaliation.
"We have grasped Liu Disheng's situation and can trust him for the time being. Do you need our help with that m1a2?"
The Chinese Foreign Affairs Bureau obviously believes that a US military main battle tank snatched back by Lin Mo and Liu Disheng seems to be a source of trouble. That thing is really eye-catching.
Lin Mo raised the corner of his mouth slightly and responded: "No, he can handle it."
How could arms dealers not be able to deal with a tank? It is estimated that once it is used to destroy the "toxic salt" organization, this thick-skinned and powerful main battle tank will soon appear on the international arms black market and become the most popular one.
Popular items.
"Okay! Our monitoring level for you and Mahia has been increased by two levels, but please be sure to pay attention to your own safety."
After the intelligence officer finished conveying the message in a low voice, he slowly wiped his mouth, stood up and left calmly, leaving no trace at all.
The current turmoil in Riyadh has nothing to do with the Dragon Knights. Lin Mo only needs to concentrate on the breakfast in front of him and shirk his actions last night:
He is very good!
Sleep peacefully in the guest room and haven't gone anywhere!
What happens outside has nothing to do with him, that's it.
With such a flawless answer, the intelligence officers stationed in Saudi Arabia who were dispatched by the Chinese Foreign Affairs Department to verify the situation with Lin Mo were as fruitless as the agents running around outside.
In fact, as long as Lin Mo did not appear at the Prince Sultan Air Force Base, he would not be suspected of this. The interrogation arranged by the Foreign Affairs Department was also an elimination method, and Lin Mo was excluded from the investigation list.
Even Lin Mo sometimes had to admit that the job of cleaning up the gold coins was indeed very clean.
As two F-16 fighter jets of the Royal Saudi Air Force fell and no pilots survived, the two F/A-XX fighter jets that invaded Riyadh also disappeared.
The shock caused by this incident not only touched the top leaders of Saudi Arabia, but also stimulated the countries in the Middle East and the three major powers of China, the United States and Russia. After all, the missing invasion fighter jet is most likely to be the sixth-generation fighter jet lost by the American Boeing Company.
, which makes the air raid incident no small matter.
The ground area where the first F/A-XX was blown up has been completely blocked by the Saudis, but agents from various countries can still be seen there or secretly watching, but the Saudis turned a blind eye.
On the one hand, they are unable to guard against these all-pervasive guys, and on the other hand, they are more willing to be the last oriole in order to catch the cicada.
Although they knew that most of the two invading fighter jets had perished together, the Saudis were not able to obtain even a single fragment, which made the official Saudi intelligence department very angry.
Not only that, the intelligence personnel from various countries who were working together until dawn could not find any clues. It was as if an exploding fireball burned the fighter jet from beginning to end.
This is obviously impossible.
The Americans gave a reminder overnight that the main material of the F/A-XX fighter jet is not celluloid. Why should such a large fighter jet leave some wreckage behind?
However, there was not even a scrap left on the scene, which made the air battle the night before yesterday very strange. It seemed as if an invisible big hand cleaned everything up and down with great efficiency, or there was simply a monster that swallowed everything.
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What's more, the wreckage of two F-16 fighter jets has been found, but there is no F/A-xx. This is really puzzling.
The intelligence agents in Saudi Arabia suddenly became active, and the chess pieces laid by various forces were frequently dispatched. The intelligence dealers were very happy. All kinds of messy false intelligence flooded the underground intelligence community in Riyadh. I don’t know how many organizations wereted in vain.
What a waste of money.
Some unlucky people were implicated in this, and all kinds of retaliation and frame-up broke out along with the ugly events. Under the heavy fog, there were even more thoughtful people adding fuel to the flames, hoping to achieve their own goals.
By 6 a.m. alone, the urban police station had received at least 20 calls about shootings and the discovery of more than a dozen unidentified bodies.
In one night, Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia, fell into inexplicable fear and chaos without warning.
After peeling away the layers of fog, the truth in the final analysis is trivial.
A certain foodie took advantage of his boss and secretly stole the news.
There are policies from above, and countermeasures from below. While escorting the captured F/A-xx fighter jets to be buried, the golden dragon quietly separated into another body and evolved into a flying bird. It was about to be killed by a large-caliber weapon before the Saudis.
Another f/a-xx fighter jet exploded in the air with an electromagnetic orbital cannon and was completely swallowed up by fragments.
In the end, even non-metallic materials that could not be digested were collected, packed and taken away, crushed into extremely fine particles and thrown into a trash bin somewhere, destroying the corpses and destroying all traces.
Except for some traces on the ground left by the impact of debris and debris, nothing was left at the scene. The giant metal dragon even imitated Lei Feng and found water to wash the scene.
How could Saudi intelligence experts find those clues using only conventional means?
Even if they were found, how could they possibly know what had taken away these precious aircraft remains?
After finishing a sumptuous breakfast and returning to the guest room, Lin Mo saw that the bedroom door of the blond technical loli was still closed. He was about to ask the golden dragon where the f/a-xx fighter jet was hidden.
, the doorbell rang outside the suite door.
"Hi! Issam! Morning!"
Lin Mo opened the door and saw Liu Disheng's Saudi bodyguard standing outside the door. He had changed his clothes and looked very energetic. Yesterday's experience of bullets and bullets did not seem to have any impact on this bodyguard.
"Good morning, Mr. Morin, the boss has gone out and asked me to stay and entertain you."
Issam raised his fist to his chest and said good morning.
"Going out so early? Your boss is really unprofitable and can't afford to go early!"
Lin Mo was a little surprised. It was only seven o'clock after he had finished breakfast, and the other party left so early without even eating breakfast.
"Yes, there was an air battle in Riyadh last night. I think you should also hear some news. My boss said that he could make a lot of money by selling some information. He left before dawn. I'm so sorry! My boss also said
He is also an information dealer."
Isam shrugged helplessly. His life-and-death experiences made him regard Lin Mo as his closest friend, and he could talk about everything with ease, even if it was about exposing the boss's behind-the-scenes secrets.
There is no doubt that this information dealer must be selling false information. Even his bodyguards know that this boss is a piece of shit.
"Haha, I understand, come on, come in and sit down. Mahiya is not awake yet. Have you had breakfast? If not, you can go have breakfast first, or I can ask the waiter to bring it to you."
Lin Mo nodded and let Isam enter the suite.
"Thank you, I've already eaten."
Isam closed the door for Lin Mo, stood on the edge of the balcony, looked outside warily for a few times, then turned back and said: "Martial law is already on the street, but it doesn't matter, I have already arranged the trip, I
I will take you to have a great time in Riyadh.”
He stood in a position where he could directly face any entrance or exit in the room. He had obviously regarded himself as Lin Mo's bodyguard, performing his duty of protection faithfully.
"Thank you! I plan to leave Saudi Arabia tomorrow!"
The longer he stayed in this place of right and wrong, the more nightmares he felt. Lin Mo didn't want to wait for "Adam" to continue sending killers over, so he might as well escape as soon as possible and use his cool to release that thing's black gun.
As for the fighter jets hidden by the metal dragon, there are many ways to get them out.