Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Aviation Tactical Helmet

Lin Mo had truly frightened everyone. What couldn’t this aviation instructor do? Although the submarine could dive deep and withstand high water pressure, it was not as solid as a tank.

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Lin Mo said as he seized the struggling shark. With a few solid punches, the tiger shark, unable to withstand the Dragon Knight’s powerful blows, quickly lost consciousness, and he effortlessly retrieved the fishing hook from its mouth.

“You, you!” Captain Dou pointed at Lin Mo, nearly speechless.

The shark, while seemingly fierce, couldn’t endure the heavy strikes. Its internal organs were easily damaged. Lin Mo had clearly discovered the shark’s weakness; even a rhinoceros would likely be severely injured by such forces.

The Dragon Knight was designed to fight against giant dragons, so it was anything but weak.

“TAXI! I need a ride!” Lin Mo grinned, whistling at the supply ship drifting by the submarine. He spun around while holding the shark and let it go, causing a loud thud as it landed on the nearby supply ship. Shouts and curses erupted from the crew as the entire vessel jolted.

“‘Dragon Knight,’ you bastard! Do you want to sink my ship?” The Captain burst out of the cockpit, angrily giving Lin Mo the finger.

The rugged men who made their living on the sea were certainly not known for their gentle temperaments.

The sailors on board began to gather around the shark that had been tossed onto the deck, looking back at Lin Mo with disbelief. How could he throw over such a heavy shark, almost rivaling a cannonball?

Seeing the two-meter long creature on the deck, they couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy, realizing it was on the verge of dying. But then a thought struck them: shark fins?! That was a valuable catch!

With thoughts of profit in mind, the sailors began searching for knives to cut the shark, eager to claim their "transportation fee." The soldiers here were quick; if you were slow, you’d miss out.

Boom!

Another loud sound echoed. “What the hell are you up to now, ‘Dragon Knight’!” The supply Captain, just turning back toward the cockpit, heard the commotion again and assumed Lin Mo had thrown something big onto the ship. He turned around, ready to curse, only to find Lin Mo grinning at him from the ship’s edge, waving goodbye to Captain Dou and the submarine crew.

“What are you looking at? Dive! Dive! No more of this guy on my ship! He’s no good and he almost wrecked my submarine! Whoever dares to let him aboard next time, I’ll break their legs!”

Captain Dou’s irritated shouts carried over the sea breeze, revealing his frustration that Lin Mo didn’t leave him even a piece of the shark after throwing it away.

“Captain Dou! I’ll have the kitchen send you a shark feast later, ha ha ha!”

“Get lost! Send it down with depth charges, damn it!”

Captain Dou’s tone softened after a moment. Although he was a highly skilled commander with an impressive education, his curse-filled rants were anything but delicate; he still had his rustic side.

“Hee hee!” Lin Mo turned back, noticing the supply ship Captain still staring at him, wide-eyed and stuttering, “You, you! This is unbelievable! How did you get here?”

He glanced at the distance between the submarine and his own ship, at least ten meters apart—this was the sea; was he flying?

Seeing Lin Mo completely dry, with a folding stool and a plastic bucket tucked under his arm, he leisurely jumped onto the deck.

“I used this!” Lin Mo waved the cannon barrel rod in his hand, with a nylon line hanging from the top of the crane on his ship.

The supply ship Captain finally realized that this guy had swung the fishing line onto his ship, like someone swinging across on a swing. Truly impressive for an aircraft instructor to think of such a tactic.

“Hmph! Leave me twenty pounds of meat, or I’m tossing everything back into the sea!”

“Hey, isn’t that just like a pirate?”

“What of it? If I’m a pirate, so be it! Do you think making voyages from the South China Sea is cheap?”

“Alright, alright! Hey, you guys, what are you doing? Don’t steal my shark fins!”

Faced with such unreasonable demands, Lin Mo had to give in. After two days of waiting, he finally caught a big one, only to be robbed by the Dragon Knight—it was almost unbelievable!

But being under someone else’s roof, he had to lower his head.

After scattering the thieving sailors from the supply ship, Lin Mo managed to maintain the integrity of his prize; keeping hold of ownership here wasn’t an easy task.

The supply ship slowly side-docked with the Shilang aircraft carrier training ship. Upon getting the news, the kitchen crew rushed in with knives and spears to drag the two-meter-long shark aboard.

Everyone who boarded the aircraft carrier was elite, and even the cooks were no exception. They quickly sliced off a twenty-pound chunk of shark meat to give to the supply ship, leaving not a single ounce more, then hurried off to the kitchen. They were preparing to serve "South China Sea Tyrant Soup" for lunch, while the Captains enjoyed special "Sea Cucumber and Shark Fin Soup."

The sailors on the supply ship happily carried over twenty pounds of shark meat to the kitchen, enough for a sumptuous shark feast.

Lin Mo was the last one to be pulled onto the supply ship, feeling as if he had just come out of the Wolf Den only to step into the Tiger’s Lair. Robbery was everywhere—this predatory nature was truly omnipresent!

Catching seafood could, to some extent, ease supply pressure, so it was generally encouraged. At least it meant that you caught something. Occasionally, the aircraft carrier would cast a large net for fish—it was a common sight.

In the maintenance hangar below the flight deck, Qiu Zhengjun, a Shenyang engineer, was especially thrilled to see Lin Mo. With his hands covered in oil, he dragged Lin Mo over to showcase the newly arrived equipment, a specialized helmet equipped with digital targeting for carrier-based aircraft, delivered from Hainan’s supply base.

“I say, Instructor Lin, you’re hard to find! Come on, come on, we just got a fresh batch of good stuff—take a look!” Qiu pulled out a black matte helmet from the cockpit of the “Dark Sabre,” a full-cover helmet including a face mask, seemingly integrating many devices. The face area glowed with two dim blue lights, resembling a robot’s head, which he immediately thrust into Lin Mo’s hands, enthusiastically launching into an explanation.

“This is the TS-091 ‘Dragon Eye’ aviation tactical helmet, designed for carrier-based aircraft. It directly integrates eye-tracking and voice-lock targeting systems, allowing pilots to operate hands-free. Have you seen the American movie ‘Iron Man’? It’s quite similar. The helmet uses a head-mounted display system, enhancing intelligence. The Americans have it equipped on ‘Super Hornets’ and ‘Lightning II’ aircraft. Our system, when combined with the J-15 ‘Dark Sabre’ aircraft’s active phased array radar, can lock onto 20 targets at once. Its performance is formidable, and its technology is almost on par with the Americans, with plenty of room for improvement.”

“Oh! Looks like a single-soldier digital tactical armor helmet!” Lin Mo lifted the mask, hearing a click as it seemed to employ a special mechanical structure that created space for his head to fit inside.

He tried it on, pulling down the mask, hearing continuous clicks as the helmet sealed tightly. Although it wasn’t connected to an oxygen tube, the external air chamber still allowed for normal breathing without any feeling of suffocation.

“Ha ha! That’s right; it’s derived from single-soldier digital armor. Have you used it before?” Qiu pressed a specific sequence at Lin Mo’s chin, illuminating the somewhat dark view inside the helmet, instantly revealing a display filled with strange lines, brightening his vision.

His eyes widened involuntarily as the image rapidly zoomed in where his gaze focused, occasionally displaying commands for selecting functions. When he looked at Qiu, it instantly confirmed the identity, name, and basic information, identifying him as: Human, East Asian descent.

Were there options for non-humans? How intriguing!

This feature was actually designed to distinguish false targets.

The floating cursor blinked, marking the locked target’s crosshair and distance limit. Lin Mo opened the fire control system by blinking, but a prompt indicated conditional use, asking whether to connect wirelessly. He chose the option with his gaze, but the system warned that it wasn’t bound, needing to be tethered with a key, which danced on the input box until he canceled it.

It seemed quite user-friendly, at least not requiring hand movements.

“Yes, ‘Kua Fu,’ but sadly, it’s borrowed from someone else. I used it for a while and found it very good. I’m planning to customize a set; I just collected data and customization requests, but I’m still unsure how it will turn out.”

As Lin Mo tested the helmet’s features, he found it somewhat similar to the “Kua Fu,” but greatly improved for long-range targeting and aerial combat, enhancing its efficiency when integrated with fighter jets. If a digital aiming device were also mounted on the cannon, even the average pilot could achieve frightening accuracy.

Chinese pilots, known for emphasizing aerial cannon dogfight tactics, would almost be invincible with this specialized tactical helmet.

“You must be referring to the ‘Dragon General,’ right? I just heard rumors that the prototype was released. How coincidental that your code name also includes ‘dragon’; it’s very likely designed for you.”

As Qiu spoke, he gradually opened up the features of the helmet and connected it for tuning, transitioning the aviation tactical helmet to a wireless virtual docking test mode, a function exclusive to engineers. If a specific jumper pin was removed, this module would automatically disable to avoid errors during training or combat.

“While I was busy talking about the helmet, I almost forgot! The ‘Dark Sabre’ operating system is complete. Want to try it on a machine later?”