I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Time passed by the second, and Zhang Menglong lay on the couch like nothing was amiss, eating and drinking as usual, while Lu Yiyao watched him with a worried expression. Wang Ling's girlfriend had gone to change her clothes, while Wang Ling himself lay sprawled at the window, muttering something under his breath.

"What are you doing, eat something, what can you see by plastering yourself against the window? Looking for God?" Zhang Menglong picked up a grape and hurled it at Wang Ling's head.

"What are you doing! We could get shot down any minute now, and you're still messing around! Why aren't you worried at all?" Wang Ling felt that Zhang Menglong was treating their lives like a joke.

"That's because I'm absolutely confident!" Zhang Menglong said, "When have you ever seen me at a disadvantage? Just a pair of fighter jets, what's there to be afraid of? I told you, someone will come to break it up soon..."

Zhang Menglong had just said this when a tremendous roar came from above them.

Wang Ling's face suddenly changed, "Damn, they're not really starting to fight here, are they?"

Just moments ago, they were only on the periphery of the battlefield and had nearly been hit by a missile and shot downs. Now, if they ran into the battlefield, weren't they just waiting to die?

He Liang was capable, but he was piloting Huaxia's most advanced fighter jet, while now he was only flying a private plane. No matter how capable he was, he couldn't unleash the power of a fighter jet!

Unable to help himself, Wang Ling pressed his face to the plane's window and saw rows of fierce fighter jets passing over and around them—one, two, five, ten... twenty, thirty...

"These are the 'Rafale' and 'Typhoon' fighter jets of the Frankfurt Kingdom!"

"These are the Lions!"

"And 'Tempest'! These are Europe's strongest fighter jets!"

Wang Ling was a complete military enthusiast, and he could blurt out the names of these jets at a glance. In Europe, these jets were absolute rulers of the skies!

"We're screwed, we're definitely screwed!" Wang Ling's face turned ashen, "Damn, why did I try to save money? There are so many international flights, and I had to fly on this plane; I'm just over thirty, I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Wang Ling's girlfriend looked at him, not knowing what to say. She had thought that by following Wang Ling, even if just for a few months, using what they'd accumulated during this time, whether connections or popularity, she wouldn't starve in the future. But now, she might actually die here with Wang Ling.

"Doggy, we're not really going to die, are we?" Lu Yiyao clutched Zhang Menglong's hand.

"No, it's not those two unlucky fighters, it should be our reinforcements," Zhang Menglong told He Liang, "Mr. He, turn on the radio communication channel. These are our own people, they're probably here to help break up the fight."

He Liang's expression was also grim. If he were flying a fighter jet now, he might even dare to take on these folks in the sky! But the plane in his hands didn't even have a single machine gun.

As more and more fighter jets appeared, the number soon exceeded fifty, and his last bit of fighting spirit was completely rubbed away.

"Our own people?" He Liang, following Zhang Menglong's instructions, opened the communication channel, and indeed, a young voice came through the channel.

"Is this Mr. Zhang Menglong's plane?" It was actually someone speaking the Huaxia language!

"Yes, Mr. Zhang is indeed on the plane!" He Liang said. Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire

"We are ordered to escort Mr. Zhang Menglong's plane, this is the vanguard force, consisting of 56 fighter jets. The rest of the main force will arrive in three minutes, totalling 213 fighter jets, Queen Elizabeth 1, Gaffur 1, Gaffur 2, Juan Carlos, and the Dalego aircraft carriers are converging on the sea area below!"

"I... I damn..." He Liang was beyond the age of uttering sweet nothings, but when he heard such a lineup, he couldn't help but curse, "More than two hundred fighter jets, five aircraft carriers, are they here to break up a fight? They're probably here to take down the whole of Europe!"

However, their shock had only just begun as another voice surfaced on their communication channel.

"This is the Ansel missile destroyer, all anti-aircraft missiles are in firing position, ready for battle at any moment!"

"This is the Zeus shield missile destroyer, combat ready, radar has locked on all targets, totaling 42 fighter jets, ready for anti-air guidance!"

"This is the King Kong destroyer, ready for combat!"

"Xilem destroyer, ready for combat!"

"Haiyan H-37 early warning aircraft has reached combat position!"

...

The reports surged one after another, drowning out the entire cockpit. Not only fighter jets, but also aircraft carriers, destroyers, and even some countries' land and coastal bases were all prepared with surface-to-air missiles. The gap in combat power had suddenly widened by dozens of times.

"Is this the reinforcement you called for?" Wang Ling asked Zhang Menglong, dumbfounded.

"What else?" Zhang Menglong replied, "I told you, I got someone to come mediate and escort. Are you relieved now?"

"Mediate and escort my ass! Are you trying to start a world war?" Wang Ling blurted out, "And how did you do it? These fighter jets, aircraft carriers, and destroyers, they're all different models belonging to various European countries. Did you kidnap their presidents?"

Zhang Menglong shook his head, "You ask how I managed it, but I don't know the answer either. However, we bosses generally only care about the results, not the process!"

"Brother... it's possible but unnecessary. This move is going to scare the shit out of them, isn't it?"

"I don't care how they fight me, it's none of my fucking business, but if they disrupt my schedule, they all deserve to die!" Zhang Menglong shouted, "Full speed ahead, charge!"

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!" Following a tearing sound, dozens of fighter jets took the lead and charged forward.

...

In the distance, the fighter squadrons of Moriko and Laidenburg were battling fiercely, with each side having lost three fighter jets after half an hour of combat, escalating the armed conflict.

"Beep beep beep!" As both sides were preparing for the next round of confrontation, suddenly, their dashboards started issuing frantic alarms.

"What's going on?" A fighter pilot activated his radar, only to see the edge of the black screen filled with dense red dots, amounting to over 200, all moving majestically toward them.

"What situation is this?" Upon seeing this scene, the demeanor of the pilots from both sides collapsed instantly. What on earth was going on? They hadn't heard about any air force exercises being conducted in this marine area! Moreover, those 200-plus red dots were clearly moving in their direction!

But the shock was far from over, their radars indicated that there were also numerous targets below them, with some of the largest red dots appearing to be aircraft carriers!

Finally, the radar's tally froze at 271, a total of 271 targets were heading in their direction!

All the fighter aircraft technicians, looking at this breathtaking number, simultaneously uttered a single word.

"Fuck!"