"Clear the air control, clear the runway!"
At Sartre's command, the airspace warning for the area was imdiately 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 soone wanted to run amok, they wouldn't even have a chance to resist!
Fortunately, Zhang nglong 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 nglong had co 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 equipnt? Without money, why would anyone fight and bleed for you?
Although Sartre didn't know much about Zhang nglong, he had heard that Zhang had once spent a hundred billion US Dollars to establish the Worker's Fund Foundation in Arica.
Didn't you see that he just paid a billion US Dollars in fees for a re stop of his plane?
If soone like that ca 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 equipnt. As long as your money is right, they could even get you an F-22 from Arica! 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 nglong 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 ca here for so business."
"General, I have a bold idea," the deputy said. "Do you know how wealthy Zhang nglong 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 mont ago, but now, what do we have to fear?"
"What do you an?" Sartre seed to grasp that his deputy had so 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 nglong, right?"
"This..." Sartre admitted, this proposal was sowhat 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 tis over and even purchase a large amount of weaponry and equipnt.
In doing so, the combat power of his troops could increase several tis over what it was now, and then, he could defeat the other three major warlords in one fell swoop and beco the absolute ruler here!
Although his position might not be officially recognized, as long as he had soldiers and equipnt, even official powers wouldn't be able to do anything against him. He could even launch an attack into their stronghold and beco the ruler of the country himself!
Thinking about this, his body couldn't help but heat up with excitent.
"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 nglong, he surely wouldn't let him leave alive.
Didn't they see that a casual visit brought dozens of fighter jets? If Zhang nglong were allowed to return, it would not just be inviting a tiger back to the mountain; they absolutely believed that Zhang nglong 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 n can't seek revenge.
"It's really Xuli, the air is even filled with the sll of gunpowder," as he opened the cabin door, Zhang nglong couldn't help but frown; one could never appreciate how wonderful it was to live in Huaxia if they never ca to such a place.
"Yo, so many people here to receive , I'm almost embarrassed!" Below the airplane, hundreds of people stood in two lines, staring at Zhang nglong as if waiting for a military parade.
Sartre walked towards Zhang nglong from between the two lines of soldiers, a strange smile hanging on his face, which made it sowhat daunting to look at him.
"General Sartre, it's okay that you co to pick
up personally, but why call so many people to the reception? I'm a bit embarrassed," Zhang nglong walked towards him too.
"Click!" Just at that mont, all soldiers cocked their rifles, and hundreds of dark muzzles were directly aid at Zhang nglong.
"General Sartre, what does this an?" Zhang nglong'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?
"Hahaha, that's of course..." Sartre had just intended to continue, but when he saw the emblem on Zhang nglong's plane, he stopped talking abruptly.
"Ye Yin, what's going on? Did you cast a spell on him?" Zhang nglong asked curiously.
"Mr. Zhang, I didn't do anything!" Ye Yin answered.
"Mr. Zhang... Mr. Zhang, of course, it's to welco your arrival!" Sartre stamred, "Every... Everyone! Fire a salute!"
All the soldiers hesitated, what was happening? Weren't they just ordered to aim their guns at Zhang nglong and coerce him into submission? Why suddenly they were ordered to fire a salute?
But they dared not defy Sartre's orders, and they imdiately 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 nglong.
Zhang nglong was completely dumbfounded, "What on earth is going on?"
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