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

The other party was very stubborn and didn't say a word.

"You're a tough nut to crack, huh? Well, I'll see just how tough your mouth is!"

After saying that, Lin Mo reached out and pinched several acupoints on the man, channeling his inner energy into his fingertips.

The other person screamed in agony, cold sweat instantly poured from their forehead, their limbs convulsed violently, and they curled up into a shrimp from the pain.

Lin Mo changed a few more acupoints and continued to apply pressure. The man's screams grew increasingly shrill, until he finally collapsed at the limit of his pain, and intermittently confessed:

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

information……

Mustafa gave it to us!

He sold us the transaction information and time, which is why our boss set up ambushes on several nearby roads!

Lin Mo's expression turned cold.

Mustafa, the old man who had just shaken hands with him and said "we'll cooperate often," turned out to be a double agent.

Last time, Dilireba was ambushed while transporting weapons back home, and they couldn't find out who the mole was until now.

He had Dili gather all the remaining survivors in one place and interrogated them one by one. The testimonies of the survivors were exactly the same.

Mustafa sold information about the arms deal to their boss ahead of time and received a $200,000 tip.

Having learned the whole story, Lin Mo spoke to Dili:

"Kill them all. You and your men drive back. Leave the rest to me!"

"Okay, then about these weapons..."

"You don't need to worry about it, just stay here!"

"good!"

After shooting down all the attackers, Dili and her men drove away in a pickup truck.

The night was thick and dark. Dilireba's convoy taillights shrank to two red beans at the end of the road before being completely swallowed by the darkness.

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze, put all the weapons and equipment into his spatial storage, took out a black silk robe of Long Qingxue from his spatial storage, put it on his head, blended into the night, and headed towards Mustafa's stronghold.

More than an hour later, Lin Mo arrived at the valley entrance and hid behind a rock, carefully observing his surroundings.

The enemy's stronghold was located deep in a valley, backed by a steep rock wall and fronted by a barbed wire fence. Inside the courtyard were several brick and stone bungalows and a huge steel-structured warehouse, each with a camera at intervals.

The courtyard was brightly lit, with several searchlights powered by diesel generators sweeping back and forth in front of the barbed wire fence. Two guards carrying AKs were smoking and chatting at the gate, while a man was yawning on the watchtower next to the warehouse.

Lowering his center of gravity, Lin Mo chose a blind spot in the surveillance and silently made his way to the flank of the stronghold under the cover of rocks and bushes.

He waited in the shadows for a patrol to pass by, but did not take action against the armed men.

After alerting Mustafa, he escaped, which caused trouble.

After the footsteps faded away, he arrived at the barbed wire fence and used a leaping motion to vault over the five- or six-meter-high fence. The whole process took less than a second and made no noise.

The warehouse is a large, independent steel structure building with sheet metal exterior walls and a roof that is about two stories high.

The main gate faces the front yard, where patrols move back and forth, so you can't leave.

Lin Mo went around to a blind spot in the surveillance system on the side of the warehouse, where there was a high ventilation window about three meters off the ground.

He lightly touched the wall with his toes, lifted himself into the air, grabbed the windowsill with one hand, pulled himself up, and with the other hand he pulled out a dagger from the space and gently pried open the iron lock plate on the window frame.

He pushed the window open, rolled inside, and landed on the warehouse's concrete floor, his knees slightly bent as he landed, making almost no sound.

The warehouse was dark. Lin Mo quickly cut all the surveillance cables, took out a flashlight from his storage space, and turned it on with his thumb.

A beam of snow-white light swept across the rows of iron frames, and he froze.

Rows of automatic rifles were stacked on the iron rack, including AK series, M4 series, and even a few ugly domestic products whose names I couldn't recall.

Next to the rifle were light machine guns and general-purpose machine guns, with ammunition belts hanging down from the feed ports, gleaming with a brass luster under the light.

The wooden crates against the wall were neatly stacked with mortar shells.

RPG rockets,

Hand grenade

Landmines, etc.

There were so many that he didn't want to spend time counting them.

At the back of the warehouse were a dozen or so motorcycles and several modified armed off-road vehicles, with camouflage nets hanging on their bodies.

In the corner were dozens of long wooden crates with foreign language markings. When you pried them open, you found brand new military drones, the kind with infrared cameras.

Lin Mo stood in the center of the warehouse, the beam of his flashlight sweeping across the sea of ​​weapons. He silently estimated that the stock in this warehouse alone was enough to arm an army of several thousand men.

"Mustafa, you old rascal, you've really given me a huge surprise!"

He muttered something to himself, a slow smile playing on his lips.

With the flashlight in his mouth, Lin Mo walked along the iron frame, collecting it as he went.

Wherever he went, rows and rows of rifles and machine guns, along with shelves, vanished into thin air, and boxes of ammunition, grenades, mortar shells, and RPG rockets were also collected into his spatial storage.

Motorcycles and armed off-road vehicles were also crammed into the space.

He wouldn't miss those dozens of boxes of drones in the corner either.

After emptying the entire warehouse, Lin Mo was about to leave through the high window when the warehouse door was suddenly pushed open a crack from the outside.

A beam of flashlight shone in, revealing two armed men.

One of them was muttering in confusion in the local language:

"Why is there no signal from the webcam?"

Another person stepped into the doorway and shone their flashlight inside.

The scene in the warehouse froze the two of them in place.

The warehouse, which was originally full of weapons, was now completely empty!

Before the two could recover from their shock, Lin Mo had already used his One-Finger Divine Skill, leaving them frozen in place.

Lin Mo stepped forward, covering the mouth with his left hand, and plunged a triangular bayonet into the man's neck.

"Take a deep breath; dizziness is normal!"

On two separate occasions, Lin Mo silently eliminated the two men.

After storing the two corpses in his spatial storage, Lin Mo continued to make his way towards the front yard, clinging to the shadows of the warehouse wall.

When they arrived at the bungalow where Mustafa had returned after the transaction, the sentry post at the door was empty, the lights in the room were off, and the door was ajar.

I pushed open the door and went inside; the room was empty.

Lin Mo quickly searched the room, but finding nothing useful, he turned and left.

Continue searching the yard bit by bit.

After inspecting all the houses, he frowned slightly:

"That old bastard isn't here?"

"You're lucky you survived!"

Lin Mo cursed under his breath and fixed his gaze on the armed personnel guarding the stronghold.

Kill everyone one by one, and store their corpses in your spatial storage.

Lin Mo then stored all the armed pickup trucks in the yard into his spatial storage, and finally found some gasoline, setting the place ablaze.

Then it disappeared into the night.

The next day, Lin Mo took a car back to Iburg Airport early in the morning.

As the plane took off from the runway, he leaned against the window and closed his eyes to rest. A flight attendant pushed a food cart from the end of the aisle. Her cheongsam with a sea and sky design hugged her slender waist, and her light gray stockings accentuated her long legs.

She stopped beside Lin Mo's seat, bent down slightly, and spoke in a soft yet professional voice:

"Sir, would you like a drink?"

Lin Mo looked up and their eyes met.

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

This is just too much of a coincidence!