Dragoon fighter

"We are CIA agents! I can show you my ID."

Alvin Carter revealed his identity immediately. This is a very good talisman. At least for now, no one dares to openly confront the state machine. Even jc must avoid three points.

"Cia? Really or not? Get out of the car and tell me where your ID is? Do you have a gun? Where is the gun?"

A JC carefully pointed a gun at him and asked him to get out of the car, then he ran and lay on the front of the car.

These jcs were extremely professional and operated according to standard procedures. They did not look like they were pretending. Alvin Carter was relieved accordingly. Even if the other party had ulterior motives, they would at least act according to the rules.

Alvin Carter obeyed without any resistance and said at the same time: "In my left pocket, the gun is also there!"

The JC walked over and began to fumble, while the other JCs nearby pointed their guns at the man who claimed to be a CIA agent and remained motionless.

As Alvin Carter said, a notebook and a pistol were found.

The jc took two steps back, opened the ID and looked at it carefully. At the same time, he took out a PDA and started to scan the serial number on the gun with a scanning head. This wireless link network can immediately identify the source and user of any gun code. .

People, evidence, and guns are all three in one to be considered legal.

"How about it, Jackson! Did this guy lie? I don't think he is a good person!"

A JC on the side asked loudly to the JC who was checking the ID.

The jc holding the ID and gun suddenly sneered, turned around and said, "The ID is forged. The code on the gun is wrong, it's a black gun!"

"What?"

Alvin Carter was startled and almost flew into a rage. The other party was clearly telling lies and was deliberately trying to frame him.

He didn't expect the jc here to be so depraved, rotten to the core, and he was just about to struggle. Suddenly, he received a hard blow to his lower back. He let out a miserable groan on the spot, and his whole body hit the hood of the business car hard.

This kick is really not light. Moreover, the position was chosen very cunningly and viciously. The severe pain made him almost speechless, and he lost most of his strength in an instant.

The jc who slandered him sneered and said loudly: "I actually pretended to be a CIA. Good guy, we caught a big fish today. Everyone else is suspected, so take them all back."

The jcs next to them showed off their handcuffs one after another. As for "where" they were going to be taken back, they didn't know. They didn't care whether they were women or children.

"These guys, these guys! They are so lawless. Do they even care about the United States of America?"

Even Charlie Mitchell, a CIA agent who did not interfere with local security, saw this scene and knew that these jcs were clearly deliberately framed. Suddenly he was so angry that he was shaking all over, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

In fact, this matter had nothing to do with Lin Mo. Charlie did not blame the Chinese for bringing them into this big trouble.

As one of the guardians of the United States of America, what if we could only watch the civilians of our country being treated unfairly? There was no way they could just sit back and watch.

"What? Are you going to fight them?"

Lin Mo, who was standing still, turned his head and glanced at the agent Charlie beside him. He could guarantee that as long as Charlie dared to move, he would definitely turn into a hornet's nest in the next second.

In the United States, jcs have considerable powers to shoot.

As long as you become a dead person, no matter what you say in the end. It's not these jcs who have the final say. They must be waiting for me to be so impulsive, but they don't have the energy to make up excuses.

"Mr. Morin!"

Charlie Mitchell suddenly gritted his teeth, seeming to be making a major decision.

"What?" Lin Mo raised his eyebrows and listened expectantly to Charlie's next words.

"I know, you should have diplomatic immunity!" Charlie Mitchell suddenly mentioned this. Only special people can have such a death-free gold medal.

"You mean...Lin Mo glanced at the agent in surprise and heard what he meant.

As a top Chinese pilot who wants to go abroad for private purposes, military approval is not an easy task. However, this is not the first time for a Chinese ace pilot to go abroad, and Lin Mo also applied in advance.

"Dark Night" has a lot of authority, and after providing a special evaluation report, the superiors approved Lin Mo's private trip to the United States, and also granted certain special protection rules.

Lin Mo didn't even carry a gun, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had diplomatic immunity.

Since this was not a secret infiltration, it was only natural that the Americans knew about it so quickly.

There may be Chinese agents protecting Lin Mo lurking nearby, but they will never appear easily.

Charlie's tone made Lin Mo couldn't help but look at him one more time. Aren't agents supposed to have no moral integrity? Justice is something that is only worthy of being fed to dogs. How can there be such a strange thing as a sense of justice?

"I have diplomatic immunity, but the price seems a bit too high."

Lin Mo didn't want to be manipulated by others. The death-free gold medal could only be used once, and it was awarded to each other by both parties. It was impossible for the United States to sit back and watch him abuse such power, and might even reject it.

All in all, the cost of taking action openly was not enough to convince Lin Mo.

"Once! I can and Ivan will turn a blind eye just once."

Charlie Mitchell seemed to have made a lot of determination and raised his index finger. In fact, he also took a big risk. Before speaking, he deliberately turned off the headset on his body, which was an essential communication tool for agents. Work, work diary, is also a black box.

If this sentence were to be known to his superiors, he and his partner would probably be suspended and fired on the spot, and thrown into a cell to undergo endless cross-examination and interrogation. This almost meant betraying the country.

As expected, the agent's integrity fell all over the floor, and Lin Mo sighed.

This Charlie Mitchell is obviously impulsive. This is not a quality that an agent should have.

Could it be that there is gay love, and whoever attacks will suffer. The Dragon Knight thought maliciously.

Lin Mo didn't reply, but nodded slightly. Even if there were people nearby, they might not be able to discover the transaction between them.

Charlie Mitchell was overjoyed immediately, and saw a blur in front of his eyes, and Lin Mo's figure suddenly disappeared from his eyes.

The CIA agent was immediately horrified, and tried to find Lin Mo again. But suddenly, he discovered that the jc near the commercial vehicle fell to the ground without any sound, without even making a sound.

However, JC on the other side of the road just realized that something was wrong, but he had not yet reacted. A figure seemed to fall from the sky, leaving an afterimage behind every jc like a ghost.

He just stretched out his hand like a palm knife and gave the back of the head a light blow.

Even if it's a cow. He would be knocked unconscious by a dragon knight, not to mention a human being. As long as he was stronger, his neck might be cut off with a hand knife.

Lin Mo didn't know when he would appear next to Charlie again. If the CIA agent turned a blind eye, he might be able to do whatever he wanted in the battle with Tiger Energy.

"Finish it and call it a day! Remember, this time it doesn't count! I...Lin Mo's voice seemed to have suddenly pressed the pause button and was cut off. His eyes suddenly looked around with great vigilance, as if he was at a loss. The enemy is on alert.

just now. He suddenly heard the reminder from the giant metal dragon in his mind that a large number of weapons of all kinds were approaching. The giant dragon could only sense thermal weapons made of metal, but could not sense the human body, which had thin metal content.

After discovering the bug last night, Lin Mo asked the metal dragon to help monitor everything within a one kilometer radius. And now there is indeed a discovery.

"Charlie, we're in big trouble. Wait a minute. You and Alvin will be happy for themselves."

Lin Mo glanced around and gently touched the watch on his left hand, maybe. It's time to unleash the metal dragon.

But before that, Lin Mo will mercilessly execute the killing. No one from Bob's family or CIA agents will survive, otherwise he will encounter the most terrible trouble.

Of course, this is also the dragon knight's last resort.

When the situation was unclear, Lin Mo had already prepared for the worst.

Snap, snap, snap

There was a burst of applause for no reason nearby, and a figure appeared at both ends of the road, even jumping over the fence and over the fence from behind Bob's villa.

More and more figures appeared. CIA agent Charlie Mitchell and Alvin Carter, who was breathing heavily and struggling to stand up to pick up his pistol certificate, immediately became extremely ugly.

Those figures held a variety of weapons in their hands... and even a Chinese-made Type 95 could be seen, enough to hold a grand small arms exhibition.

Nearly three hundred armed men with various guns surrounded Lin Mo and the others from all directions. Even a fly could not fly out and surrounded Lin Mo. Compared with these people, those JCs were like... There is a difference between a sick cat and a tiger. Some of them exude a murderous aura, and they seem to be people who have experienced fighting.

In order to die together, Bob boldly ran from the pickup truck to the commercial vehicle, holding his wife and children, and the whole family turned pale and trembling with fear.

Only then did they emerge from the fire pit and enter the tiger's mouth again. How could their lives be so miserable?

"That's wonderful, that's wonderful. You are Mr. Morin, aren't you?"

An East Asian man in a black suit walked out of the crowd, clapped his hands and said.

This man has a strong build, thick and powerful limbs, and his muscles can even be vaguely seen through his suit. He speaks very fluent English.

Behind him, twelve armed men, almost fully armed and wearing camouflage uniforms, looked like American soldiers, staring at Lin Mo and others.

"Who are you?" There was no tone in Lin Mo's voice. He had a vague feeling that this guy was the mastermind behind all this.

The opponent's large number of people made Lin Mo very afraid. Once he started killing, for the safety of himself and the gold coins, it was destined to be a massacre without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy.

Neither Lin Mo nor the metal dragon will let anyone here go...