"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?