I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Menglong, what kind of grudge do you guys have? They actually sent 60 fighter jets to take you down?"

"I'm really speechless too, it's not like I earned them 45 trillion US dollars, right? Was that really necessary?" Zhang Menglong shrugged his shoulders, "And it's not like I actively went after that money, they tried to show off and it backfired on them. Is it my fault?"

"45 trillion..." Lu Yiyao's senior sisters twitched at the corner of their mouths.

In this society, sometimes a few thousand or even a few hundred bucks can drive people to take risks; in those war-torn countries, a few million dollars can find you a bunch of desperadoes willing to risk their lives for you.

Without 45 trillion, can you say they wouldn't rack their brains to take you out?

But now it seems that these people don't have the ability to kill Zhang Menglong.

"Deactivate the AT field, increase the distribution of GN particles, expand the GN shield!" Zhang Menglong named these unintelligible terms.

The golden force field around them vanished, replaced by a green energy field made up of particles that constantly flickered, resembling the beautiful aurora borealis.

Yet these particles are sub-particles of photons, possessing very powerful capabilities that can affect magnetic fields and electromagnetic waves. According to the settings in anime, this technology would be at least 200 years ahead of this era.

Zhang Menglong had put in a great deal of effort to barely scratch together one of these; with this solar furnace, Zhang Menglong's private plane could fly without the need for fuel, and even stationary hovering was no issue—it was about a hundred and fifty years more advanced than anti-gravity devices.

The moment the solar furnace was activated, the natural tremors of the plane engines ceased, they were as stable as if standing on flat ground.

"Alright, don't bother with those guys anymore, unless they use nuclear weapons, they're not breaking through my protective shield!"

"Slap!" Zhang Menglong's junior brother gave himself a hard slap on the face.

"Junior brother, why are you hitting yourself? Gone crazy and started hitting your own face?"

"Senior brother, I feel like I must be dreaming!" Zhang Menglong's junior brother was close to tears, "Don't lie to me because I'm uneducated, what's this AT field, solar furnace GN particles, aren't all these things from anime? I must still be asleep!"

"Yeah, senior brother, damn, I've been studying physics for over a decade, there's not even a theoretical model for this stuff, and you bring this out. I feel like my world view for the past few decades has just collapsed."

"You're showing me this stuff and it's almost the same as telling me that there are superpowers and magic in this world!"

"There really are superpowers and magic!" Zhang Menglong pursed his lips, but seeing everyone already overwhelmed, he thought it better not to shatter their world views any further.

...

"Fuck, what in the world is this thing?" The pilots of the 60 fighter jets were now somewhat losing it.

They had just glimpsed some hope, only for this mysterious green glow to emerge from the plane, which caused all of their electronic equipment to fail, and they even had to aim manually for attacks.

Even without system assistance, as elites, their hit rate was still very high, and at this moment, it seemed like their potential was forced out, scarcely a single missile went amiss.

But even such relentless bombardment hadn't caused him any harm; all the missiles on the fighter jets were spent, and the ammunition for the machine guns was almost depleted. Their planes were no different from regular airliners now.

"Friends to the left, friends to the right, friends above, friends below, why have you stopped attacking?" Zhang Menglong taunted wildly over the dedicated communication line.

They really wanted to curse back, but all their devices were malfunctioning, communications were jammed, and only Zhang Menglong was spouting off on his own. They were helpless to respond.

"Your missiles don't pack much punch, huh? This is what you brought to fight me? Tell your scientific research team to go apologize with their deaths, spending so much money to make such weak weapons?"

"Why have you stopped? Is that all you've got? Men can't be this quick! Do you need me to recommend a few hospitals? They're all owned by my family, and I guarantee they can help you last longer and rejuvenate your vigor!"

"How do you look now? Are you meaning to escort us now? Forget it, you're just embarrassing yourselves!"

...

"Ah, that damn Huaxia man, I want to perish together with him!" These fighter pilots had somewhat lost their heads, how could they tolerate such provocation? After flying fighter jets for so many years, this was the first time they had been taunted by a private jet!

"Idiot! Do you think you qualify to go down with him? Our missiles can't even hurt him; did you see that green light? If you just charge in, you'll be the only one shattered into pieces!"

"But they're about to leave the Indian Ocean, and if we attack them then, we'll receive warnings from other countries!"

"But dear brother, we have run out of ammunition, even if we leave the Indian Ocean, we can no longer continue the attack."

...

"Menglong, it's not a solution for them to keep following us like this," said Lu Yiyao, who, like Zhang Menglong, was not afraid of danger but detested trouble, "I always feel like our trip won't go smoothly."

If it were just her and Zhang Menglong out for fun, that would be one thing, but this time they had brought along so many senior and junior brothers and sisters. Although they could ensure everyone's safety, they couldn't provide a good experience for the group.

It was supposed to be a casual celebration for an upcoming graduation, but who could have expected to be bombarded by 60 fighter jets right after setting off? Who wouldn't be scared to death by that?

Probably, it was only out of respect for Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao that no one had voiced any complaints yet. Perhaps some of the more timid were already breaking down inside, since not everyone had such strong mental fortitude.

"That's true!" Zhang Menglong nodded, "Being attacked without fighting back is certainly not my style. It only invites more trouble. It's time to give them a warning!"

"Artificial Intelligence assistant, activate the flying turret system!"

At Zhang Menglong's command, the aircraft's metal hull opened up and little storage compartments appeared, from which slender metal units floated out like the Flying Swords from fantasy novels.

The flying turrets were also weapons from the Gundam series, wireless unmanned remote attack weapons equipped with independent propulsion engines, optical photography systems, beam cannons, and control systems.

Simply put, these were small unmanned drones with built-in attack weapons, the use of which demanded very strict conditions that ordinary pilots could not fulfill. However, Zhang Menglong had installed High-Grade Artificial Intelligence in them, and they could fully launch attacks on their own!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" Hundreds of floating turrets scattered across the sky, their speed far surpassing that of the aircraft, and with such high maneuverability, they could even execute terrifying "sharp-angle turns"!

"Flying turrets, take them all down for me, leave only one alive!"

...

"What... what is that?"

"Is it an unmanned drone?"

"How can there be so many? What kind of black tech is this?"

"Whoosh!" While the pilots were still wondering what these things were, the light from one of the flying turrets had already pierced the fuel tank of one of the fighters.

"Boom!" The fighter jet instantly exploded, destroyed and its pilot killed.

"It's an offensive weapon, evade! Evade!"

But their resistance was doomed to be futile, as the floating turrets were much faster than them, and the speed of their beam weapons was something their old Mach 2 or 3 craft couldn't even hope to match.

In just one volley from all the floating turrets, in less than a few seconds, the sky erupted with bursts of brilliant fireworks.

Zhang Menglong cast a backward glance as if looking at the moon and observed the thick smoke in the sky, "Hmph, not a single worthy opponent!"