Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Seeing that her subordinates were somewhat tempted, Guan Xue's expression turned cold, and she decisively refused:

"Thank you for your kind offer, but we have no intention of joining you!"

She instinctively interpreted Lin Mo's recruitment as something else entirely.

Food and lodging provided, water and electricity available?

The price to pay is self-evident.

At this moment, her goodwill towards Lin Mo plummeted, and she became convinced that Lin Mo was a lecher!

"Alright!"

Lin Mo and Su Wanqing turned and left the Nezha Magic Drink Milk Tea shop, heading towards the military region.

Guan Xue watched Lin Mo and Su Wanqing's figures disappear outside the milk tea shop.

As her female team members carried bottled water from the next room to the car, they watched Lin Mo and his companion's retreating figures with complex expressions in their eyes.

There was disdain, but also envy.

Everyone has their own ambitions.

Some people prefer to be self-reliant.

Some people prefer to enjoy the present moment.

Lin Mo led Su Wanqing to the back of a secluded abandoned building. After confirming that there was no one else around, he sent her to World Number One with a thought.

He returned to World Two alone and headed towards the military region.

He went to steal, not to fight; he'd be more efficient alone.

Outside the military district's rear wall, Lin Mo squatted behind a group of abandoned buildings and observed for a while.

There were no hidden sentries at the corner, and although there was an electric fence on the top of the wall, it was probably not electrified.

The gap on the east side that Guan Xue mentioned was not far ahead, but he didn't plan to go around it.

With his lightness skill, it doesn't matter which way he goes in!

After confirming that no one was around, he used a leaping technique to silently scale the wall.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he could see the entrance to the underground weapons depot in the distance.

A heavy iron gate was tightly closed, and there was no one standing guard at the entrance.

Lin Mo stood at the door and examined the iron gate. The hinges were thick and the lock was solid, so it was obviously unrealistic to try to open it silently.

After thinking for a moment, he went straight to the door and knocked on it.

After a few moments, a gruff voice came from inside the iron gate:

Who is it?

"Changing shifts."

Lin Mo spoke casually.

The person inside seemed to pause for a moment, and it took several seconds before they replied:

"Changing shifts? Isn't it supposed to happen at night?"

"The boss needs to see you and wants you to come over."

Silence fell inside the door.

Footsteps approached the door slowly, followed by the sound of a bolt being pulled.

The large iron gate was pulled open a crack, and a burly man with a full beard poked halfway out, holding a Type 95 rifle. He looked Lin Mo up and down a few times, his brows furrowing, his tone full of suspicion:

Who are you?

"How come I've never seen you before?"

"I'm new here."

"Yeah?"

"certainly.

Don't believe me? Look at this...

Before Lin Mo finished speaking, he suddenly lunged forward, his right fist, imbued with the full power of an eighth-level acquired martial arts master, slamming directly into the bearded man's head.

With a crisp crack, the bearded man's skull collapsed on the spot, splattering white and red marks all over Lin Mo's sleeve.

He looked down at the tofu pudding still dripping down his clothes, his lips twitched, and he put the corpse into his spatial storage, shaking the blood off his hands.

I used too much force...

I stood at the door and listened carefully; there was still movement below the air-raid shelter.

The sounds of voices and cards being slammed on the table mingled together, clearly indicating that there was more than one person.

He arrived at the large iron gate and looked down, but saw no one.

He quickly rushed into the entrance, gently locked the iron gate behind him, and crept down the stairs.

Turning the corner, at the end of the tunnel, in a small room with an emergency light on, three shirtless men were playing cards around a broken table, on which were piled several stacks of crumpled banknotes and a few empty wine bottles.

One of the bald men was facing the tunnel entrance. The moment he looked up, he saw Lin Mo approaching through the window. The card in his hand froze in mid-air, and he asked warily:

Who are you?

"The new guy."

Lin Mo agreed verbally, but his pace had already quickened.

The three card players immediately realized that the newcomer was up to no good!

The three of them reached for their guns almost simultaneously, but Lin Mo was faster.

He flicked his right hand, and three cold glints shot out—the Flying Daggers of Li, which he hadn't used in a long time.

Two daggers pierced the heads of two of the men with precision, but the third man twisted his body sharply to the side, and the dagger grazed his scalp, only shaving off a large chunk of flesh to reveal the white skull beneath.

Lin Mo felt a slight chill.

This bald guy was able to dodge his throwing knife; his strength is probably at level A.

But he didn't give his opponent a chance to breathe, and threw out three more daggers in quick succession, blocking all of the bald man's escape routes in all directions.

With three blows landing simultaneously, the bald man groaned and collapsed onto the card table, blood flowing down the edge of the table and onto the floor.

Lin Mo let out a long breath and quickly stepped forward to put the three corpses and the guns on the table into his spatial storage.

He listened intently for a moment, and only after confirming that there was no further movement deep inside the air-raid shelter did he continue walking towards the armory behind it.

The air-raid shelter was extremely deep, with rows of iron racks stacked against the walls on both sides, piled high with boxes of ammunition, but very few guns, obviously all of which had been taken out and used by Zhao Tai's troops.

Lin Mo didn't pick and choose, sweeping all the ammunition and the remaining rifles into the space, and continued walking inside without stopping.

After turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up before me.

A row of rocket launcher vehicles were neatly parked in the huge underground bunker, their camouflage paint gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Several missile launchers were parked behind them, their long missile bodies pointing diagonally toward the sky, and even a thin layer of dust could not conceal their chilling murderous aura.

"Cool!"

Lin Mo couldn't help but call out softly.

With this group of guys, Lianhai County can easily dominate the world.

What Tartar cavalry? One missile and they're all gone, no need to even bury them.

He collected everything along the way, leaving nothing behind in his wake.

Ten rocket launcher vehicles, six missile launcher vehicles, ten radar vehicles, eight self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, three reconnaissance and strike drones, and more than one hundred suicide drones.

In addition, there were a batch of man-portable anti-aircraft missiles and anti-tank rocket launchers, and countless amounts of ammunition.

He single-handedly took everything from the entire military region.

"It seems they don't have nuclear weapons!"

Lin Mo looked around and was somewhat disappointed.

He still held onto a sliver of hope, after all, the military base in the suburbs of Dajiang City was quite large, and there might be a stockpile of tactical nuclear warheads.

But he searched every corner of the armory, even prying open the deepest compartments in the semi-basement, and found only a bunch of conventional warheads that had long since failed, without even a trace of radiation warning signs.

It seems that the military region of Dajiang City is just a local garrison after all. Strategic equipment of the level of nuclear weapons is most likely concentrated in a few core military regions, and it is not something he can just pick up by randomly walking into an armory.

However, that's enough to quickly push through the Tartar crystal!

After leaving the armory, Lin Mo headed straight for the military region's airfield.

Fighter jets are equally important.