"Ah..."
Mellon jolted awake from his dream. The sudden movement startled the assistant beside him.
Realizing it had been a dream, Mellon gave a bitter smile and quietly wiped away a cold sweat.
When he looked up, he saw everyone on the plane staring at him. He had been aboard for less than fifteen minutes, and the moment he closed his eyes, he had a nightmare.
"I haven't rested well these past few days because of Chen Mo. I had a nightmare that Chen Mo sent someone to kill me."
Mellon's half-mocking, half-joking tone made everyone on the plane laugh.
"Dreams are the opposite of reality. Maybe this trip to Washington will make your plan succeed smoothly once you return." Linna, seated nearby, smiled as well.
"I think your words are more reliable than my dream." Mellon shrugged noncommittally and turned to look out the window.
"The outside world calls Chen Mo China's Iron Man. In terms of wealth, status, and technology, it does fit him somewhat," Linna said. "It's a pity that someone like him can't be used by us."
"Then he either works for us or gets destroyed," Mellon continued along her line of thought.
Mellon did not know that his nightmare was about to become reality.
Only, it was not Chen Mo sending someone to kill him. Chen Mo had come personally.
"Mo Nv, have you blocked their communication signals?" Linna and the others' private jet had already entered Chen Mo's field of vision, and the two sides were rapidly closing in.
"Blocked."
"Let's get to work."
"Mo Ge, why not just destroy the plane directly?"
"Killing them is easy. I want to see whether they have what I need."
Chen Mo accelerated toward the plane. Once he reached its side, he controlled his armor to match