., Let’s talk! The initiative is in Lin Mo’s hands, and he is naturally not afraid of the other party playing hard. Even if he is playing dirty, there is no one behind him. Anyway, he is used to hitting him back and forth, so he is not such a troublesome person.
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"Is the matter about Mibaton related to you?" As Lin Mo expected, Catherine's first question was indeed related to the good deeds he had done. However, this matter was highly confidential and only a few people knew about it. Even if the loot was transferred
, it is also difficult to find any connection with Lin Mo.
Even if the old Americans dig deep, they can only suspect Lin Mo at most, but they can't imagine and reason out how Lin Mo did it alone. I'm afraid until now, they still think that the stolen F-knife engines are still there.
Congo, Congo (Korean) territory.
"What's the matter? I don't know!" Lin Mo started to ask questions.
"If you can tell me clues, I will pay you one million dollars. I'm afraid your annual salary may not be that much?"
Catherine's expression was calm, but she fiercely launched the gold and dollar offensive.
Lin Mo's pupils shrank, a million dollars! Almost six to seven million yuan.
He was very short of money right now, and Lin Mo even had the urge to rob this girl on the spot.
Lin Mo's expression fell into Catherine's eyes, and she couldn't help but feel slightly proud. As she expected, everyone doesn't love money.
But Lin Mo shook his head, "Sorry, although I really want this million dollars, I really don't know."
Since the water is already very muddy, Lin Mo doesn't mind making it even muddier, leaving the Americans to guess. Real experience often misleads them and leads them further and further down the wrong path.
Catherine's expression froze for a moment. The fleeting desire for money on the other person's face didn't seem to be fake. She didn't expect that there were more twists and turns behind it.
Compared with the troubles that will follow, even ten times more than one million US dollars will not be enough to impress Lin Mo. His funding gap is unimaginable.
Whether the theft of the arsenal was related to Lin Mo still needs to be investigated. Although it is very likely that it was Lin Mo, many people cannot understand how Lin Mo did it. From beginning to end, there was only one person on the other side.
Just an engine box is enough to crush a person to death. Even if it is left somewhere and people can pick it up, ten strong men cannot lift it. How can it be transported out? Such a big place just evaporates out of thin air.
The whole incident seemed to be shrouded in mist.
Perhaps a mysterious organization had a premeditated plan and took advantage of the opportunity to act while the United States' attention was still focused on Lin Mo at the secret base in the Mibaton Mountains.
At this point, even Chinese intelligence officers couldn't figure out how Lin Mo did it, but at least he had a genuine F-22 vector propulsion engine, a full set of "Future Warrior" exoskeleton mechas, and many precious equipment.
And accessories, no one or no organization dares to joke about it. To put it mildly, a local war is possible over this.
"Okay, one last question!" Catherine blinked. "If you can return the Future Warrior mecha to us, we are willing to pay 5 million US dollars for it. Don't say you don't know." Mouse
Pulling iron and forging, with the big head at the back, the only thing Lao Mei can be sure of is that Lin Mo has a complete and cracked "Future Warrior" single-soldier exoskeleton mecha suit in his hands, and the most complete set.
The "Future Warrior" individual exoskeleton mecha worth US$5 million is equivalent to recouping the original price, and the price paid by the Americans is also quite high.
"That's it~" Lin Mo scratched his head and shrugged, "I'm sorry, although I think about it too, but the traditional principle of the People's Liberation Army is that everything seized must be returned to the public. I have already handed it over and I guess it is already in the country now. You know,
I'm just a little pilot, I can't keep this thing at all, although I really want to keep it for myself." Lin Mo is telling the truth!
No matter how advanced or sophisticated the lie detectors and personnel are, they cannot be sure that the other party is deceiving people.
Even the Americans could not imagine that the batch of items handed over by Lin Mo had been transferred to Central Asia by secret air routes as soon as possible before the United States could react, and they were continuously relayed to the territory of China.
The land of [China] is basically lost in the sea, and there will never be any hope of getting it back.
Catherine, who had run into several big problems with Lin Mo one after another, couldn't help feeling bitter. The other party didn't know the news about the banquet, and she was helpless. She couldn't beat him again and again, not to mention using force, and his sex couldn't move.
The other party was not moved at all. He had never seen such a difficult person before. He was about to catch up with professional intelligence personnel.
Catherine did not know that Lin Mo had received professional intelligence reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance training for a period of time, and was not a simple pilot.
"Well, if you have any valuable information in the future, you can provide it to me, and we are willing to provide you with a certain reward!" Catherine took out a business card and handed it to Lin Mo. This is killing two birds with one stone, luo, luo
The recruitment not only adds trouble to Lin Mo, but also provides Lin Mo with a way to come to the United States if he no longer wants to work for China. Anyway, the FBI will not let go of any opportunity to disrupt his opponent.
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"This is our apology to you. We hope we have the opportunity to cooperate in the future." Catherine stood up, took out an envelope and pushed it in front of Lin Mo, and placed another one hundred dollar bill on the corner of the table.
There was no further information, but the other party had no interest in her, and it would be useless to continue talking. She originally had a check in her bag with no amount written on it, but she didn't use it.
No one needs to open the envelope to see what is in the envelope, they all know what is inside.
"There's no need for a business card. It's better for you to know that we won't meet again. I'm personally very afraid of trouble!"
Lin Mo didn't touch the envelope, just smiled slightly, and rubbed the business card with his fingers. Catherine's business card instantly turned into pieces and scattered. Catherine's pupils shrank. The information about Lin Mo was still wrong. This guy was obviously not
What ordinary people, how could China cultivate such a monster in its air force?
But she still gave an unmoved smile, waved her hand, and left.
Lin Mo opened the envelope on the table, took a look at it, and curled his lips, "The poor guy paid three hundred thousand dollars just to get rid of me. I deserve to be robbed." Lin Mo made a pun.
When he was about to leave, suddenly the waiter who was clearing the tables in the cafe stopped him with a gesture.
Under Lin Mo's suspicious gaze, the priest took out something like a small cigarette case and placed it on the table. There was a small light green LED light flashing, which seemed to be some kind of electronic device.
"Lieutenant Lin Mo!" It was an authentic Zambian black man. Lin Mo turned around, but the black man said a few code words in pure Chinese.
"Are you from the Foreign Affairs Department?!" Lin Mo was a little surprised. These intelligence officers of other races are very rare. Don't think that all Chinese intelligence officers have yellow skin, black hair and black eyes.
There are many Chinese people, foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes, black people all in black, etc. of all races.
The psfbi has Chinese agents, not to mention that China will also treat others in their own way.
You might run into an FBI IV agent one day. Don't be surprised. He also has the identity of the Foreign Affairs Section of the Chinese Intelligence Front.
"Yes, you can call me Monet. Of course, the name is just a nickname for me. I can't remember the original real name."
The black man carefully cleared the table and said, "We have heard what Catherine said." Then he nimbly rummaged under the table, on the edge of the chair and in the flower basin, and took out something under Lin Mo's gaze.
It goes without saying that seven or eight things the size of twist buttons are primary eavesdropping devices.
And the cigarette box-shaped electronic device he placed on the table was probably a jammer that intercepted the signal.
"As for the Americans, please don't worry. Just leave all the rest to us. We can handle everything, including your personal safety. Do you need to return home early or continue to provide training for Zambia? Of course, no
If it affects your job evaluation, our Foreign Affairs Department will provide you with proof."
Monet smiled slightly and spoke clearly, just like an authentic Chinese person.
It seems that the meeting between Lin Mo and Catherine was completely under the surveillance of Chinese intelligence personnel. I believe that they could not hide from the eyes of the Americans. However, the American intelligence personnel did not get any valuable information. The "Future Warriors" list
Don’t even think about returning the Skull Mecha.
However, Chinese intelligence personnel are not vegetarians, and will naturally intercept all future troubles for Lin Mo.
Monet is consulting Lin Mo about his work arrangements afterwards. After all, the fighter jet order also involves several other African countries. After all, they have already collected money from them. China needs to have sufficient reasons and costs before it can openly reduce the number of training instructors, products and services.
It is very important. Things that have been signed into a contract are not allowed to be changed unilaterally without authorization.
After all, the code name "Gold Coin" became popular after the Zhuhai Air Show. Several African countries designated Lin Mo as a member of the training instructor team when purchasing fighter jets.
Lin Mo smiled, that little trouble was nothing, the other party might as well have planted a bomb under his bed.
He spread his hands and said: "It doesn't matter anymore, I'll continue to be my air force instructor. I'm not afraid of those old Americans!"
"Leave the rest to us." Monet showed his white teeth, bowed, and packed away the drinkware, remaining snacks and a bunch of inexplicable odds and ends on the table, just like an ordinary shi
They left as well.
Anyway, one person is killed, and a group is slaughtered. For Lin Mo, fighting is his old profession. No matter in the sky or on the ground, he kills them all, and he is afraid of him.
Lin Mo stood up and left the cafe. He knew that some eyes were watching him closely, some were kind, some were malicious, and those who didn't like it, just came here.