Chapter 649 - "Yuri"'s Challenge

"Hey! Boy, what's your attitude? Can't you just say a word?"

Lin Mo's eyes moved over and saw a bald black man almost two meters tall who was following his bodyguard captain "Yaksha" with big eyes and small eyes. There was also a thin young man standing next to him with a smile. Yingying greeted herself.

This is a pilot from the hangar next door. He arrived earlier than Lin Mo. He is also a pilot from the same camp as the government forces.

Both parties speak English, the international common language, and there is no pressure on pilots, bodyguards, engineers, or "demon hunters." There are almost no people with a bachelor's degree or below here.

"Hello!"

Lin Mo completely ignored "Yaksha" who was confronting the opponent's bodyguard leader. The air between the two thug-like guys seemed to be turning to plasma at any time.

"I am "Yuri" from Australia, intermediate second class"

The other party has light blond hair, a bit of laziness between his eyebrows and a faint smile like a boy next door, which is completely in line with the natural capital of seducing girls.

"I'm from China! Just one week ago, um, I was in the eighth level of elementary school."

Lin Mo never talks much.

After informing them of their codenames, nationality and qualifications, the two parties became acquainted and were no longer just acquaintances.

"Eighth-class pilot, eh! You will soon be promoted to intermediate-level sixth-class or above. I'm looking forward to it. Your mission today seems to have gone very well. It only took less than fifteen minutes to come back."

"The two people I met were all rookies, and it didn't feel interesting. If I meet opponents like this in the future, I think I should go back."

Dealing with rookies really made Lin Mo feel very boring. Instead of slaughtering the cow, he chopped the chicken to pieces. Two engineers from the National Defense Star planned to spray-paint five-pointed stars on Lin Mo's fighter jet, but he stopped him. , bullying such civilians who have no fighting ability is really unfulfilling.

"Oh?! Don't worry, you will meet powerful guys. You are really lucky to meet two rookies in a row. When I was in the rookie group, I met all very tough veterans, and even There was an eagle that almost died."

In the slang specifically for pilots, bird refers to a pilot, rookie refers to an ordinary mediocre player, veterans are usually guys with rich combat experience, and eagles represent aerial combat aces.

This guy actually knocked down an ace, I really can't tell.

Lin Mo couldn't help but take another look at the other person.

The only one who can kill an ace is an ace, without exception.

The ace ace in air combat in this world and the dragon knight general in another world who is higher than the dragon knight, both of them are mature and experienced guys. There is no way that they can give the newcomers a chance to be kicked into the ditch.

"Take time to hang out?"

"Yuri" is also interested in Lin Mo.

"That's a good idea. I'm free in the afternoon." Lin Mo readily agreed to "Yuri"'s proposal.

"Great, it's settled, don't cry if you lose." "Yuri" had a sunny smile on his face, quite like a star, which fully proved the famous saying that pilots are all handsome guys.

"hehe……"

Lin Mo smiled. If he could kill the ace guy, he must be qualified to become his opponent. This trip was not in vain.

If the standards of the current contestants in "Abyss Nirvana" were so low, Lin Mo would definitely express his contempt.

While the two pilots were talking, the black bodyguard of "Yuri" and the "Yaksha" on Lin Mo's side had a tense confrontation.

"Asshole, why are you staring? Do you want to fight?"

With a sturdy back and muscles all over his body, the bald black man glared at "Yaksha" without showing any signs of weakness. As "Yuri"'s full-time bodyguard, and as the employer's bodyguard, Malcolm Ali felt it was necessary to give the neighbor next door a good fuck. a lesson.

"It's amazing how dark he is. Who should be afraid of who?"

Like Lin Mo's "Dark Night", "Yaksha's" army has never been a place that talks about benevolence and morality.

The one with the toughest fist is the boss, this law of nature remains unchanged for thousands of years.

"Then come!"

The bald black man turned out to have a violent temper. He pulled out his fist after a few words and hit "Yaksha" on the head with strong wind.

"Yaksha" was not weak at all, blocking the fist of the bald black man Malcolm Ali with one hand, and kicked him out, directly on the knee of Malcolm Ali.

Malcolm Ali let out a weird howl in pain. The guy opposite him actually moved his foot quietly, without even moving his eyes. His body tilted over involuntarily, and suddenly he received a heavy blow to his temple, which hit his entire body. The body weighing more than 100 kilograms flew directly out.

After retracting the sudden elbow attack, "Yaksha" sneered disdainfully: "You are so big, I will knock you over."

The most elite internal security force in the country that protects national leaders has experienced the most traditional and top martial arts training in the country. They have mastered Xingyi, Bagua and Tai Chi internal kung fu, and assembled the killing moves of multiple martial arts. As soon as they take action, they will directly Put down this bald black man.

The melee combat capability of the "Demon Trooper" team, which focuses on defense, is often a bit stronger than the main offensive force of "Dark Night".

Shaking his dizzy head, as if his brain was going to explode, and enduring a burst of unreasonable nausea, Malcolm Ali said, "You bastard, I'm going to kill you."

This guy's physique is really like that of an ox. "Yaksha" didn't expect this guy to be so rough-skinned and thick-flesh. According to his estimation, at least this guy should be lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes. Can get up and yell.

"Ali! Ali! You're okay!"

"If you dare to hit our boss, you bastard, you're dead."

"Guys, fuck this guy, beat him up."

The bodyguard team in the hangar next door heard their boss's roar and ran out to check the situation, only to see that their boss, bodyguard captain Malcolm Ali, had just been knocked to the ground by a short, yellow man.

This was like poking a hornet's nest, the boss was knocked out, and their younger brothers felt very embarrassed.

A group of black people, all with strong backs and strong backs, rushed towards "Yaksha" without saying a word and howling. They planned to rely on the large number of people to beat the Chinese soldier to the ground and avenge their boss.

"Eh! Fighting in groups? Okay, I just feel itchy. Come on, brothers!"

As the number two figure of the "Demon Hunter", "Shura" saw the neighbors next door running towards them in a menacing manner, waved his fist and roared.

The "Demon Hunters" who were working in various corners put down their work without hesitation and rushed over without saying a word.

During the mission of Tiangao Emperor Yuan, the "Demon Hunter" team was more or less lax, and they would not betray these old gangsters.

A massive group fight broke out.

Lin Mo and his next door neighbor "Yuri" reached a friendly agreement for a duel in the afternoon.

It was just a friendly duel without live ammunition, but the two security guards were engaged in a savage and ferocious hand-to-hand fight.

Fortunately, this is Syria. As long as it does not harm the interests of the country, no matter what happens, we will not write a self-criticism or suffer confinement.

"Alright, Yasha, let's go back to Menwu. I want to have a friendly match with Mr. Yuri."

"Ali, get ready to work, stop playing around."

Both pilots, without exception, ignored the two parties fighting in a ball.

"Oh, okay, boss, this yellow-skinned monkey is too arrogant. I'll deal with him first. Oops! Give me another punch."

Ali yelled as Malcolm was put down on the ground again.

"Let's go! 'Yaksha,!"

Lin Mo had no interest in getting involved in this child's play, but a battle between men. He could easily crush an entire "Demon Hunter" team by himself, and he didn't care at all about this low-level melee.

"yes!"

After being punched on the cheek, the slightly red and swollen "Yaksha" took the opportunity to knock down the bald black man again, turned around and left.

It was just a fight. Although the fists were very close to the flesh, both sides mastered very skilled fighting skills and could move and retract freely. No one made a fatal blow, and the injuries suffered were only superficial injuries, with almost no injuries to the muscles or bones.

If you are really beaten, just stay next door and don't join the war. Fighting every day will only benefit others in the end.

The two pilots walked back each other, and the huffing and fighting group immediately fell apart and dispersed automatically, each staring at the other with bruises and bruises.

All in all, the "Demon Hunter" team had a lot of advantages here. Even if there were injuries, they were much less than the opponent's.

Fighting alone does not show the level of the "Demon Hunter" warriors at all. If it were a life and death fight, I am afraid that in less than twenty seconds, "Yuri"'s team of bodyguards would be dead on the ground.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Mo's X-1 slid onto the runway.

It was not alone. Behind it, fifty meters away, was another fighter jet following closely behind.

The organizers of "Abyss Nirvana" happily approved the infighting between Lin Mo and "Yuri" and even sponsored each person with 10 points, which is a ton of fuel.

For internal challenges, the organizers welcome them, which means that they can have one more opportunity to be a banker and take bets. If you don’t make money, why not do it.

The X-1 forward-swept wing fighter took off first, and its aerodynamic layout was simply too advantageous.

Without using any cheats or special plug-ins, the X-1 can be used almost directly as a carrier-based aircraft, and the "Monster" that is still on the defense star and can take off and land vertically is a perfect match for a carrier-based aircraft.

"'No. 13, what is the hit rate of your aircraft cannon?"

The "Yuri" fighter glided about 200 meters longer than the X-1 forward-swept wing fighter before pulling up its nose and leaving the ground.

"The hit rate is 80%, what about you?"

Lin Mo randomly reported a number, and the actual hit rate of his aircraft cannon was obviously higher than this number.

"So high? How is that possible?"

"Yuri" hesitated for a moment. Five out of ten in aerial combat was already very scary. How could it be 80%?