I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 465 - 463: I Fire a Salute to Welcome You

"Clear the air control, clear the runway!"

At Sartre’s command, the airspace warning for the area was immediately lifted, but the roaring sound of dozens of fifth-generation fighters in the sky still made people’s hearts chill.

Having lifted the air defense control was akin to them taking off their clothes; if someone wanted to run amok, they wouldn’t even have a chance to resist!

Fortunately, Zhang Menglong had not done anything to break his promise. When that Boeing 747, remodeled into a private jet, landed at Sartre’s military base, the more than fifty aircraft escorting him had all returned to base.

"Where on earth did he get so many fighter jets?" all the soldiers wondered as they looked up at the huge formation of fighter jets.

These fighters were all fifth-generation, but they were clearly not from Huaxia, and even if they were Huaxia’s, how could they possibly be privately owned?

However, this was no longer their concern. The only thing they cared about was why Zhang Menglong had come to such a war-torn hellhole. Had he grown tired of the boring urban life and wanted to have a fling on the battlefield?

The battlefield was also a place where money talked!

If you had money, there would be countless desperadoes willing to sell their lives to you!

Why were there more wars in poorer places? It was because they needed money, and war was the fastest way to plunder resources and get rich quickly! But similarly, you must also have money in your hands. Without money, what would you use to buy weapons and equipment? Without money, why would anyone fight and bleed for you?

Although Sartre didn’t know much about Zhang Menglong, he had heard that Zhang had once spent a hundred billion US Dollars to establish the Worker’s Fund Foundation in America.

Didn’t you see that he just paid a billion US Dollars in fees for a mere stop of his plane?

If someone like that came to this place to recruit and trade, those willing to fight for him could probably line up from one border of Xuli to the other. Of course, the prerequisite is that you must have the ability to protect yourself, otherwise, you’re just a walking safe.

In this place, black-market dealers operating in conflict zones could get you all sorts of weapons.

Let’s not even talk about pistols, rifles, machine guns, and sniper rifles. Planes and tanks are just basic equipment. As long as your money is right, they could even get you an F-22 from America! Even if you wanted intercontinental missiles, they would dare to acquire those for you!

So, a wealthy individual coming into this place puts a lot of pressure on these generals!

Sartre drove a jeep directly to their air force base. All the soldiers looked at the plane with utmost vigilance. Even though it was just a private jet with no weapons, in this place, any negligence could cost lives!

"General, what do you think Zhang Menglong is doing here?" Sartre’s deputy asked. "Apart from fighting wars, there doesn’t seem to be anything special about our place, and we shouldn’t have any dealings with him either."

"Not sure," Sartre said, "I just heard him say he came here for some business."

"General, I have a bold idea," the deputy said. "Do you know how wealthy Zhang Menglong is?"

Sartre shook his head, "If he’s the world’s richest, he’s definitely worth hundreds of billions of US Dollars."

"His liquidity is not just hundreds of billions of US Dollars!" the deputy said. "As far as I know, the assets he can mobilize are at least over a trillion US Dollars!"

"What? Are you sure? Liquid assets?" Being a warlord in this region, Sartre himself was very wealthy, but he was still stunned by this figure.

"It’s very close!" the deputy continued. "Now that his escorts have left, he poses almost no threat to us. We were afraid of him just a moment ago, but now, what do we have to fear?"

"What do you mean?" Sartre seemed to grasp that his deputy had some bold ideas.

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"General, if we use him as a hostage, it shouldn’t be difficult to demand a ransom of billions of US dollars from this Zhang Menglong, right?"

"This..." Sartre admitted, this proposal was somewhat tempting to him.

As the largest warlord now, if he could get his hands on hundreds of billions or even trillions of US dollars, he could expand his military forces several times over and even purchase a large amount of weaponry and equipment.

In doing so, the combat power of his troops could increase several times over what it was now, and then, he could defeat the other three major warlords in one fell swoop and become the absolute ruler here!

Although his position might not be officially recognized, as long as he had soldiers and equipment, even official powers wouldn’t be able to do anything against him. He could even launch an attack into their stronghold and become the ruler of the country himself!

Thinking about this, his body couldn’t help but heat up with excitement.

"Watch for my signal later!" Sartre couldn’t resist the impulse; he decided to take a gamble!

If he was going to do it, he had to do it ruthlessly. Even if he obtained the ransom from Zhang Menglong, he surely wouldn’t let him leave alive.

Didn’t they see that a casual visit brought dozens of fighter jets? If Zhang Menglong were allowed to return, it would not just be inviting a tiger back to the mountain; they absolutely believed that Zhang Menglong might return with a fleet of more than a hundred fighter jets seeking revenge.

If they were to do this, they had to make sure it was done thoroughly. Dead men can’t seek revenge.

"It’s really Xuli, the air is even filled with the smell of gunpowder," as he opened the cabin door, Zhang Menglong couldn’t help but frown; one could never appreciate how wonderful it was to live in Huaxia if they never came to such a place.

"Yo, so many people here to receive me, I’m almost embarrassed!" Below the airplane, hundreds of people stood in two lines, staring at Zhang Menglong as if waiting for a military parade.

Sartre walked towards Zhang Menglong from between the two lines of soldiers, a strange smile hanging on his face, which made it somewhat daunting to look at him.

"General Sartre, it’s okay that you come to pick me up personally, but why call so many people to the reception? I’m a bit embarrassed," Zhang Menglong walked towards him too.

"Click!" Just at that moment, all soldiers cocked their rifles, and hundreds of dark muzzles were directly aimed at Zhang Menglong.

"General Sartre, what does this mean?" Zhang Menglong’s expression changed. But of course, it wasn’t out of fear, but out of curiosity. Who dared to aim a gun at him, could it be the courage given by Liang Jingru?

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"Hahaha, that’s of course..." Sartre had just intended to continue, but when he saw the emblem on Zhang Menglong’s plane, he stopped talking abruptly.

"Ye Yin, what’s going on? Did you cast a spell on him?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously.

"Mr. Zhang, I didn’t do anything!" Ye Yin answered.

"Mr. Zhang... Mr. Zhang, of course, it’s to welcome your arrival!" Sartre stammered, "Every... Everyone! Fire a salute!"

All the soldiers hesitated, what was happening? Weren’t they just ordered to aim their guns at Zhang Menglong and coerce him into submission? Why suddenly they were ordered to fire a salute?

But they dared not defy Sartre’s orders, and they immediately pointed their guns at the sky.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

After six bouts of gunfire, they put away their guns and deeply bowed to Zhang Menglong.

Zhang Menglong was completely dumbfounded, "What on earth is going on?"

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