Dragoon fighter

"These haunting guys."

Bai Lang remained calm and continued walking to another room with the dinner plate in hand, knocking on a door casually.

Fortunately, the people at Lockheed didn't recognize his face.

When he saw the person opening the door, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body immediately became stiff.

With a face of confidence and indifference, he didn't know which Java country he was thrown into. As if he had a stutter, he said tremblingly: "Add, add food."

Isn't this an extra meal for the dragon knight?

It's so unlucky to meet this evil star here.

Bai Lang recognized the guy who knocked him over like a tank at the airport at a glance, and also stared at him with murderous eyes in the plane.

what is this?

Aviation expert?

The battlefield killing god may not be so cruel.

Lin Mo saw the guy knocking on his door. What a coincidence. He could see this guy everywhere. He sneered: "Come in!"

Lin Mo's voice fell on Bai Lang's ears, as if it was floating out of hell. It was more terrifying than the group of Lockheed people behind who were checking the wards one by one.

For Bai Lang, there was really a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind him. He bit the bullet and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, hey, I'm here to apologize."

Apart from being arrogant and arrogant from time to time, this guy is quite capable of adapting to circumstances. He talks to others and tells lies to others. When he encounters someone who is more ruthless than him, he immediately gives in and becomes humble.

"The weasel is sending New Year greetings to the rooster. It's not a good idea." Lin Mo heard the noise outside and knew from the look on this guy's face that he must be fleeing.

"Hehe, thank you, thank you brother for sincerely apologizing to you!" Bai Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and successfully moved his position. If he was with Major Mo, a big light bulb, he didn't know how to attract more attention from others.

He walked in with a dinner plate, placed it on the table, and said, "I'm adding extra food to my brother to show my sincerity, hehe."

I have never seen anyone apologize to others with a piece of food and snacks, but Bai Lang's behavior was quite unique.

This guy is really sneaky and looks very suspicious. But where did he get this embassy military attaché uniform? Lin Mo was puzzled. However, the entire floor was controlled by the embassy military attachés. There was no way for anyone to wait. It was impossible to get in, let alone grab the military attache's uniform.

There is a Chinese Consulate General in Luoshanfan City, and this guy also took the flight from Beijing to Luoshanfan. Could it be that this guy is also having an affair with the Chinese Embassy in the United States?

Lin Mo looked this guy up and down. He looked like he had a sunny and decent face, but he always gave people a sly look.

"Where are you from?"

Lin Mo didn't refuse at all. He also accepted all the food that the waiter brought to his door without worrying about poisoning.

There have long been security professionals from various countries in charge of hotel kitchens, and the possibility of leakage under such a strict lock-up is extremely low.

"Brother, I'm out on a mission. I can't tell you my specific identity. I'm blocked now. Those guys have caught up and are knocking on the door one by one. The only way for emergency help is to go to your place to avoid the limelight. I hope you'll take good care of me. Brother, I'll definitely ask you back. You have a good meal, and now I will lend you some flowers to offer to Buddha, please accept them with a smile."

Bai Lang was quite a bachelor, and he had the style of running around in the world. He knew that the guy in front of him was not a good person, but he still sat down calmly. It would be terrible if he was kicked out. There is nothing worse than standing in the corridor stupidly. Eye-catching.

Prior to this, I learned from Major Mo that among the aviation experts coming to the United States, there was a person suspected of being a powerful bodyguard who was providing security protection for the expert group.

Due to intelligence authority issues, both the embassy and Bai Lang made miscalculations about Lin Mo's identity.

An ace pilot not only confused the eyes of Americans, but also most of the Chinese people were not clear that the "Dark Night" files were not accessible to ordinary departments.

"We are conducting a security check to verify reliable information. Terrorists have planted bombs on the floor. For the safety of you and others, please cooperate. Thank you!"

Just as routine voices sounded outside the door, Bai Lang unlocked the electronic lock with a click on the door he had just closed. He had just obtained the master electronic key for the guest room from the hotel, and the Lockheed people couldn't wait to rush in. .

Mitch Friedman followed the men who rushed in and looked into the room. His pupils suddenly shrank, he shrank his neck unconsciously, and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "htl"

It's him, it's him, in this room

Lin Mo was a little surprised. Why did an old beauty who barged in have the same expression on his face as Bai Lang? He understood in an instant that the other party knew him as well as Bai Lang, and most likely knew his true identity.

Lin Mo had never had a good look on anyone who dared to reveal the details of the Dragon Knight. His face suddenly darkened and he said, "Who are you?"

"Wait!" Lockheed Operations Director Mitch Friedman quickly stretched out his hand to stop his subordinates who were about to scan the entire room. He swallowed, forced a smile, and said, "Sorry, I It’s Mitch Friedman, director of operations at Lockheed, and that’s my business card.”

Of course he knew that the evil star in front of him was more than just a pilot. Even the killer commissioned by Blackwater Company was directly killed, so he knew how terrifying this guy was.

No matter in the sky or on earth, they are all aces on the battlefield who can steadily dominate others.

I really don't know what kind of place can cultivate such monsters. Mitch Friedman kept reminding himself not to anger the other party at this moment. His small body was not big enough for the other party to slap him.

When people from Lockheed saw Lin Mo, the supervisor's expression was like a mouse seeing a cat, which made Bai Lang on the side confused.

What is going on? The brother in front of me seems to have something wrong with his eyes when he sees these guys from Lockheed.

Could it be that they are enemies? This would be bad, but don’t start a fight. When they were not face to face, he was full of hatred, but when they were face to face, he did not have the courage. It was as if he were standing in front of the chairman who had the power of life and death over him.

Lin Mo didn't reach out to take the business card, but the other party gave him a cold butt.

"Lockheed?" Lin Mo was a little surprised. He said, "What are you doing here? This is not the place for you to come. Turn back and get out!"

"I'm sorry, this is authorized by the Ministry of National Defense. We have lost something very important, which directly threatens national security, so please cooperate."

Of course Mitch Friedman remembered what he was here for, so naturally he couldn't be kicked out by the other party with just a word.

He also understood how it was possible to deceive the other party with a clumsy excuse like there was a bomb in the hotel, but he immediately took advantage of the situation and used the name of the CIA to raise the flag and pull the tiger's skin.

Even if the other party no longer gives Lockheed face, he still has to give the U.S. government face. Lower your head and see it, but look up and see it. This is the territory of the United States of America. At least it will give Mr. Mickey Tiridman some confidence, and his back will immediately straighten a lot.

Lin Mo frowned. When it comes to the US government, the nature has changed. This is not easy to deal with. He said with an unpleasant expression: "Give you one minute!"

Lin Mo knew very well that unless he wanted to go to war with the United States alone, he would not be able to stop these guys from inspecting him. Anyway, he was not afraid of shadows, and Lockheed's items would not fall into his hands. He didn't care at all.

"Thank you for your cooperation!" Mitch Friedman breathed a sigh of relief and winked at his men, who immediately started scanning every corner of the room.

Compared with the troubles caused in the past, this is now more life-threatening. If the stolen "Fenrir" alloy is not recovered, I, as a supervisor, will be in trouble.

Bai Lang's face screamed inwardly, and he winked at Lin Mo several times, but the other party seemed to turn a blind eye.

This guy obviously has the ability to stop Lockheed from coming in to search, but he just doesn't do anything. Even if he offends this guy, he doesn't need to take revenge on himself.

This is something extremely important to the country, and Lockheed people must not be allowed to take it back.

But the more anxious he was, the less Bai Lang could show it on his face. This entanglement of flames on one side and sea water on the other tortured his soul. Even if he was targeted with an anti-aircraft missile, he had never been so frightened.

This guy is definitely his nemesis.

If Mitch Friedman knew Bai Lang's mood at this moment, he would probably cry out in sympathy. They are all poor people bullied by this Lin.

Lockheed's people moved very quickly. Except for the location of Lin Mo and Bai Lang, they used an electromagnetic scanner to scan the room, but still found nothing.

Seeing the silent glances of his subordinates, the two men in the room did not check, but one of them was not easy to mess with.

Mitch Friedman hesitated, not even close, he didn't dare to make any omissions.

"If you want to check yourself, then come and hurry up."

Lin Mo said angrily that such a crowd of people standing here was really an eyesore. It wouldn't be a big deal if they searched them anyway, so he stood up gracefully.

Bai Lang had no choice but to stand up. He didn't dare to say a word. The more he said, the more mistakes he would make. At this time, if his secret was flawed, the consequences would be disastrous.

Mitch Friedman laughed a few times and winked at Lin Mo's cooperation. In this room, especially when facing Lin Mo, he did not dare to act rashly. Only with Lin Mo's permission would he give instructions to his subordinates. Of course, he will also work hard until the other party agrees, but so far, it seems that the other party is quite cooperative.

Still found nothing, both of them were clean, and the electromagnetic scanner showed no reaction at all.

Mitch Friedman moved his eyes to the table, and there was only one place left.

Suddenly, a subordinate came in from outside the door and whispered something next to Mitch Friedman.

Mitch Friedman's eyes suddenly looked at the other Chinese in the room besides Lin Mo.