I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 464 - 462: Immediately Host a Welcoming Party for Mr. Zhang

"Boom! Boom!"

"Rat-a-tat!"

As a nation perennially engulfed in warfare, artillery fire filled the skies almost constantly, with various warlords’ planes chaotically flying overhead, occasionally dropping one down on you.

"Good gracious, even setting off firecrackers during New Year isn’t this lively!" Zhang Menglong heard the deafening explosions and artillery fire from afar, his first time in such a perilous place.

Apart from fighter jets, hardly any plane dared to enter this area; if shot down, there was nowhere to argue your case—no one cared who you were or where you were from. As soon as you entered their airspace, you would be subjected to indiscriminate attacks.

...

In this place, there were mainly four warlords, each leader known as a General, and the airspace Zhang Menglong was passing through belonged to one of these four—General Sartre.

"Beep beep beep!" A signal indicating a slowly moving object appeared on the radar of a patrolling fighter jet.

"Attention all, an unidentified target detected, proceed immediately to sector a1829 for interception!" The pilot who spotted Zhang Menglong’s plane immediately sent a message to his squad.

"Yes, heading to the designated area now, undertake indiscriminate attacks, and destroy the target aircraft!"

"Hahaha, actually has a civil airliner dared to come here, which idiotic country’s flight could it be?" A pilot licked his lips, looking very excited.

"Is this place free for all?"

"Hahaha, could it be a plane from Tsarist Russia? I’ve heard that before piloting their aircraft, they all need to drink; looks like this pilot must have overdone it today."

The pilots chatted and laughed, not taking their target seriously at all.

Three patrolling aircraft immediately changed course and sped towards Zhang Menglong’s direction.

"Mr. Zhang, three fighter jets are approaching, all are fourth-generation, from various countries; expected encounter in two minutes."

"Pfft, just fourth-generation fighters," Zhang Menglong took out a walkie-talkie, "All units, deactivate the radar jamming devices, and converge on my location!"

"First squadron received!"

"Second squadron received!"

"Third squadron received!"

...

Tens of fighter jets instantly converged from various directions to the outskirts of Zhang Menglong’s private plane, forming an iron bucket formation, protecting his aircraft at the center.

"Beep beep beep beep!"

"Beep beep beep beep!"

General Sartre’s pilots were suddenly thrown into chaos by the relentless beeping alerts; their radar monitors unexpectedly flashed with dozens of blips!

All these blips were within their detection range, not seen earlier but suddenly apparent now, what does this tell them? It showed that all these planes were equipped with stealth capabilities!

To escape detection by fourth-generation fighters, these dozens of aircraft must also be at least fourth-generation. Have you ever seen someone smack stealth material on a civil airliner?

The pilots, who had been joking around just moments ago, were literally scared to pee!

Proceed to destroy the target? It was clearly a suicide mission!

"Report to headquarters! 57 targets suddenly appeared! That’s 57 fighter jets!" One pilot reported hysterically to the headquarters; though filled with fear, deserting in the face of the enemy was the greatest taboo for a soldier!

"Evacuate! The other party may not necessarily be targeting us; we are in a critical period of combat with other factions, and we absolutely cannot afford a loss of combat power, return to base immediately!"

Relieved, the three pilots immediately turned back towards their airbase.

"Mr. Zhang, they have withdrawn," the pilot reported.

"Pfft, a bunch of cowards, I thought those here would be desperados!" Zhang Menglong scoffed, "Where are we heading to land?"

"Currently, Xuli has no public airports; if we want to land, it would probably have to be in one of the warlords’ territories."

"Let’s just do it here!" Zhang Menglong said, "Follow them and borrow their airport for a while!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang!" With over fifty fifth-generation fighter jets escorting, the captain had no worries at all, guessing that all the warlord’s fighters combined didn’t even number 20!

...

"Beep beep beep!" Alarms were going off like crazy in General Sartre’s command center, all the warriors were thrown into chaos, all weapons at the base were aimed at the sky, but every single one of them had a solemn expression, knowing their firepower was likely not even enough to touch the enemy’s tail!

"What on earth is going on?" A middle-aged man with a goatee and wearing camouflage burst into the command center.

"Report, General, we have 57 aerial targets entering our territory!"

"What? 57?" General Sartre went pale, was this a bombing raid on their base?

"Have you contacted them?" General Sartre immediately asked.

’They say they just want to use our runway to land their planes," the commander said, "Those 56 planes are escorting a private plane from the central government."

"Just to land their planes? Is that it?" General Sartre was confused, who were these people with such a massive show of force, sending 56 planes for escort? And what exactly was their purpose here?

With the situation in this place already chaotic enough, any more foreign powers interfering would definitely blow everything up.

"Get me on their frequency; I want to talk to them!"

"Yes, General!"

...

I’m Sartre; may I ask who you are, and what exactly is your purpose here?" Sartre asked with a hoarse and even trembling voice.

Though he was a desperado, that was under the premise that the combat power between the two sides wasn’t vastly different, but now, if a conflict broke out, it would be a one-sided slaughter!

"I am Zhang Menglong!"

"Zhang Menglong?" Sartre felt like he had heard this name before.

"General, this man is the world’s richest!" one of Sartre’s subordinates whispered.

"The young man from Huaxia?" Sartre also remembered him, but damn, a billionaire, should be enjoying his life in peaceful places, what the hell was he doing in this war-ridden area? Was he out of his mind?

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"Mr. Zhang, we surely haven’t done anything to offend you, right? We have always held great respect for your country!"

"Don’t worry, I’m not here to make trouble," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "I have some business to take care of in Xuli, but isn’t it all a bit chaotic around here? I’m not comfortable without something around for protection, hence this escort formation. Don’t mind it! As soon as I land safely, they will leave."

Hearing this, Sartre breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is a landing fee, and I would appreciate it if General Sartre could arrange for someone to help maintain my plane when the time comes."

"Landing... fee?" Just as Zhang Menglong finished speaking, Sartre’s offshore account immediately received a notification.

"One hundred million... no! One billion US dollars?" Looking at that string of zeros, the Mask of Pain on General Sartre’s face disappeared instantly. What kind of landing fee is worth one billion US dollars? The world’s richest is really the world’s richest!

Having numerous channels available, these one billion dollars were enough to allow them to add quite a batch of significant equipment!

"Immediately lift the airspace restrictions, let them in!"

Even without this money, would they dare to deny them entry? If the other party insisted on landing here, could they even stop them?

The money didn’t matter; what was crucial was to make this connection!

"General, if we lift the airspace restrictions, the security of our base..."

"Bang!" Sartre shot the man who spoke, "This is my honored guest, you just need to execute orders, without giving your opinions!"

"Geez!" Zhang Menglong shuddered on the other end of the phone; the warlord boss was really a warlord boss, indeed tough as they come, firing at the slightest disagreement. No wonder he could hold his ground in such a war-torn place, he was a wolf indeed!

Sartre wiped the blood spatter off his face, "Prepare a banquet immediately; I want to give Mr. Zhang a proper welcome!"