Chapter 971: Ambush in the Sky

"Lin Dui, how's it going?"

Zhang Tie sidled up to Lin An, giving him a sly glance at his expression.

For some reason, what he had just seen seemed like a disaster no matter how he thought about it.

Yet a few minutes later, Lin Dui's face bore a smile, as if he were in a very good mood.

"Not bad."

"Made a small profit."

Casually replying, Lin An activated the contract, then completed the transaction with Tiel entirely.

A barely usable teleport command, plus a cheap sightseeing transport ship, exchanged for a large amount of precious supplies and sixty "servitude contracts" of third-rank individuals.

No matter how you look at it, this deal turned a profit.

Still, it must be said, the Soviet warzone is dreadfully poor.

Unable to mobilize civilian resources in the apocalypse, relying only on its direct troops and a few major safe zones, the entire Soviet warzone officialdom couldn't even gather half of what was needed.

Moreover, besides selling those sixty third-rank individuals as laborers, under Tiel's shameless demand, each of those sixty third-rank individuals was sold an average of three times, claiming that as long as Lin An's side had demand, those sixty third-rank individuals could fight unpaid three times to offset the quota of 180 people.

Lin An could only accept this helplessly.

Even darker, Tiel would rather have the entire force die in battle than trade with him.

However, the information about the Death God armor he truly cared about was honestly sent over in full.

Unlike Tiel's earlier claim that the armor was built in some Far Eastern region, the Death God armor is actually located in a small dungeon.

The dungeon's background is set during the Catherine era, with a doomsday theme centered on modern Death Eaters and werewolf legends.

The lower half of the armor lies in the central cathedral of the dungeon world.

Opening the dungeon is not a direct entry; it requires the blood of Orthodox believers to flow into an altar.

One could say that Tiel and his group discovering this small dungeon scene was purely accidental.

Tiel is indeed sufficiently cautious.

If Lin An were unaware of the inside information, he'd probably search the entire Far East and still not find the armor's trace.

However, in the short term, he hasn't had the thought of going after it.

The components are right there; they won't grow legs and run away.

The urgent priority is to first go to the satellite base, and after returning to Long An, one can consider setting out directly.

Secure the interior before repelling the exterior.

Before cross-region operations, both satellite and food issues are crucial.

After concluding the spatial command transaction, Lin An also calmed his mind and brought this matter to a close.

The fighter jet flew at high speed, its fuselage lightly trembling, while Mo Ling curled up beside him, sleeping soundly.

Upon learning he had made a small profit again, Zhang Tie's face broke into a grin; he simply hummed a tune while playing with food.

Yun Tian, like a liquid robot, had half his body protrude from the cockpit, idly fiddling with a pile of mechanical parts.

Everything was fine.

It would be about seven more hours to reach the satellite base.

Compared to the countless survivors on the Huaxia land struggling for survival beneath corpse mouths, the disaster faced by the Soviet warzone, this scene inside the cabin, seemed like a pre-apocalypse outing.

Gazing at the scene before him, Lin An felt an inexplicable emotion rise in his heart, and subconsciously he stroked little Mo Ling's head.

He liked this feeling.

Curled up beside Lin An, Mo Ling, in a daze, felt him and, like a little cat, shifted his body, placing his little head on his leg to sleep peacefully.

Watching little Mo Ling asleep, Lin An couldn't help but bring a faint smile to the corner of his mouth,

yet he also silently sighed lightly in his heart.

Compared to his past life, his current situation is already a world-turning change.

In outsiders' eyes, he, Lin An, is also the pinnacle of humanity.

But...

Heiyu, cards, Chi Ta, alien species...

These newly appeared existences each make him wary.

The apocalypse is far more complex and mysterious than he once knew.

Third-rank is merely a slightly larger ant in the apocalypse.

Dispelling his thoughts, Lin An focused, gently mobilizing the disaster power to continue operating.

The fighter jet flying at 3000 meters altitude glided smoothly through the clouds.

If vision were sufficient, through the porthole one could see the vast verdant land beneath the jet, and... the reddish-brown patches scattered across the earth.

Not knowing how long had passed.

Just as Yun Tian was preparing to adjust the flight path, a piercing red alarm suddenly blared.

"Warning!"

"Detected ultra-high-speed moving target!"

"Warning!"

"Detected large numbers of high-speed moving targets!"

The alarm from the fighter jet's warning system was piercing.

On the instrument panel, a cluster of green dots rapidly approached the jet's surroundings.

The sudden alarm startled Yun Tian awake, and even Xiong Hanzi, who was humming with headphones on, jumped in fright, widened his eyes, and looked toward the cockpit.

Almost simultaneously with the alarm sounding,

Lin An's eyes also flashed with an odd hue, a silver light suddenly flickering in his gaze.

Like the fighter jet's detection system, the mental power wandering outside also simultaneously sensed the abnormality.

That...!?

In pure mental perception, a large number of tiny black dots was rapidly approaching from ahead of the jet, so fast that even he couldn't lock onto them.

"Turn!"

With a fierce shout, Lin An rushed into the cockpit; a vast amount of mental power instantly spread like a protective umbrella over the jet's nose, forming a mental shield.

But the opponent's speed was far faster than he had anticipated.

"650 meters!"

"300 meters!"

"70 meters!"

The detection radar flashed wildly; the distance closed rapidly.

Man and machine as one, Yun Tian, who had just regained his senses, was caught off guard and unable to react, only able to watch helplessly as the opponent slammed straight into the jet's front.

"Bang bang bang! Bang!"

A huge impact sound rang out.

Outside the hastily generated shield by Lin An, black shadows struck like shells one after another.

A dull blast shook the shield, and at its center the rich mental power instantly dimmed.

Within seconds.

No time to replenish mental power.

A black afterimage, in an instant, broke through the shield with the high-speed impact, like an arrow, striking the jet's windshield.

"Boom!!"

Instantly pierced through!

At their ultra-high speed collision, that black dot, driven by kinetic energy, unleashed tremendous penetrating power, suddenly piercing the entire jet from front to back.

The impact did not stop.

It was as if flying into a swarm of bees.

In an extremely short time, one after another black shadow, along the damaged mental shield and fuselage, plunged headfirst into the jet's interior.

Air pressure lost balance, the jet shook.

In less than a second, the entire front of the jet was riddled with holes like a honeycomb.

A large amount of armor fragments were blasted backward by the high-speed airflow.

The cabin instantly fell into chaos, as various objects flew outward through the breaches.

"Lin Dui!?"

"Lin An!?"

Zhang Tie and Mo Ling also reacted at that moment, both straining to keep their balance, staring in shock at what unfolded before them.

"Yun Tian! Slow down!!"

His face turned cold; Lin An drew a deep breath, his mental power thrusting straight at the stunned Yun Tian, while arcane power simultaneously turned into sharp needles, forcing outward.

We must stop it!

If hit again, the jet will surely crash!

Blasts mixed with the howling wind crackled outside the jet.

A mass of blood mist exploded, blowing into the cabin with the airflow.

Inside the cabin, it instantly filled with a foul, bloody stench.

7 minutes later.

Having reduced altitude and speed, the jet's surface was covered in deep craters, struggling to stay aloft as it shook.

The originally tech‑savvy black coating had been stripped away by external force, revealing the underlying alloy.

Outside the jet, Yun Tian darted in and out, his face pale as he continuously patched the damage.

The attack came without warning; being fused with the jet, he also suffered considerable injury from the successive impacts.

But now he could only desperately repair the jet.

A hissing wind poured into the cabin.

The crisis was over.

Inside the cabin, Lin An, his face somewhat grim, looked at a dark lump on the table.

This was the corpse of the attacker that had suddenly struck.

"Lin Dui!? What the hell is this thing!?"

"Damn, it's faster than a missile!"

Staring fixedly at the bloody, mangled corpse, Zhang Tie couldn't help asking Lin An, his big palm like a cattail fan itching to poke it twice.

The opponent's speed was too fast!

Just look at Yun Tian and you'll know: the opponent's speed exceeded the jet's normal alert threshold, so that upon collision only Lin An barely managed to react!

This speed, could it be over Mach 3?

Standing aside, Mo Ling clung even tighter to Lin An's arm, a flicker of unease flashing in her eyes.

In the earlier attack, she almost collided head‑on with that black dot.

If she had really hit it, she would probably have been shot through the head instantly, dead beyond death...

Under the high‑speed impact, the collision's force was likely no less than being hit by an armor‑piercing round that blows the head apart!

Looking at the corpse found on the table, Lin An's face grew heavy; after a moment he slowly uttered two words:

"Peregrine Falcon (sun)!"