Chapter 37
On the endless, windswept snowy road, Leon and his group appeared as small as ants in the vast, white world. As they marched forward, Leon led the way, with a sleek black fighter jet parked a thousand meters ahead on the icy plain.
The jet, though not overly large, had a streamlined metal shell that exuded futuristic technology. The hatch lowered, and they all boarded the aircraft.
Hank, regaining his confidence, began introducing the jet to Leon and Wanda.
"This fighter is powered by a turbine engine and designed for maximum acceleration in a short time," Hank explained. "It's equipped with anti-gravity vertical takeoff and landing technology, optical stealth, and radar-shielding features. This allows it to evade tracking from military satellites and radar worldwide."
He continued, "Its speed can reach up to Mach 3, and it can fly at altitudes that break through the atmosphere. For that reason, the cabin has an oxygen system and space suits. The interior can comfortably accommodate twenty to thirty people."
Even Wanda, who wasn't particularly interested in technology, widened her eyes in amazement at Hank's detailed introduction.
Hank's introduction of the fighter plane made it clear that it surpassed any other known aircraft in terms of capability and design. The only downside? The immense cost of operating it.
Luckily, with Leon's resources—three billion dollars and some of Dreykov's gray industry assets—he could easily cover the maintenance expenses of this remarkable machine.
Leon was thoroughly satisfied with the fighter. It would save him a lot of trouble. As for concerns about breaking any country's laws? That wasn't even on his radar. Laws, after all, tend to restrict those who can't break the system. But for those with real power, the law is a suggestion, not a limit.