Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, They Covet Me

Middle East.

Riyadh Air Force Base.

Upon learning that Louis was going to deliver a batch of fighter jets to Longguo, and that they were not F16s, Prince Sultan, who was good at military affairs, was very interested.

He specially came to the base with Liu Shanhe who came from Longguo.

When he saw 12 Xiaolong 3 fighter jets carrying missiles landing from the sky,

Prince Sultan stepped forward and observed them carefully.

"Mr. Michel, what kind of fighter is this?"

Michel also came.

Hearing Prince Sultan's question, he smiled and said,"Your Excellency, this is a fighter developed by our company, called Xiaolong."

"Oh?"

Prince Sultan looked surprised.

"Does your company also develop fighter jets on its own?"

"Of course!" Michelle smiled and said,"Although we are a trading company, we do not only sell weapons to other countries. We also have our own weapons research and development company. This Xiaolong is developed by us, a beyond visual range fighter."

Hearing that it was a beyond visual range fighter, Prince Sultan became more interested.

Since he was equipped with the F16 fighter, he has understood the words beyond visual range combat.

He believes that to judge whether a fighter is good or bad, we must see whether it supports beyond visual range combat.

Everything else is unimportant. No matter how strong the maneuverability is, I can blow you up at a long distance.

Of course, strong maneuverability is also a good thing.

However, in his opinion, the most important things are radar and beyond visual range combat.

Seeing Liu Shanhe coming over, Michelle smiled and stepped forward:"Mr. Liu, the fighters and missiles your country wants have all arrived. Please check them here."

Liu Shanhe nodded and immediately asked his people to go and check.

There must be no problem with the fighter jet detection, after all, it was bought by Louis from the system.

Prince Sultan suddenly proposed an idea:"General Liu, why don't our two countries have a military exercise, and send out F16 fighter jets and Xiaolong, what do you think?"

"this..."

Liu Shanhe was somewhat moved

"Mr. Prince, I need to report this matter to my country."

"Besides, military exercises are meaningless now."

"If we want to conduct military exercises, we have to wait two or three months until the pilots are proficient in flying the fighter planes. Then the military exercises will be more accurate."

Sultan just wanted to see which one is better, the F16 or the Xiaolong. When he saw Liu Shanhe said that, he thought about it and thought that it was true. Now there is no experience in the competition, how can we compare the good and the bad?

"OK, then we'll wait a few months and hold a military exercise."

""Good!"

They came and left in a hurry.

After checking that there were no problems, the pilots of Longguo filled up the Xiaolong fighter jets with fuel and took off one after another.

Not long after, the place where the fighter jets were parked just now suddenly became empty.

Seeing that the weapons were successfully delivered, Michel left.

As soon as he returned to his main office in Liad, his men came to report on the situation in Syria.

"You said that Syria has already contacted our people?"

"Yes." The subordinate nodded:"They want to buy a batch of fighter planes from us."

"Oh?"

Michelle's eyes flashed with a gleam of light.

It's not surprising that Syria bought fighter jets.

To be honest, Syria's ground forces are actually quite powerful.

They are also equipped with Soviet T-72 tanks.

In the mid-to-late 1980s, this tank was still very popular.

After all, the data is there. It was just after the Gulf War that it fell from the altar. In the previous Middle East wars, in addition to the internal disunity of Arab countries, the main reason was that the air supremacy was suppressed by the Snake Country.

Otherwise, it is still unknown who will win or lose.

Thinking of Syria's good economic development in recent years, Michelle felt that it was a fat sheep.

Moreover, Syria's purchase of weapons and equipment is definitely not just about fighter jets.

It will not be like Longguo, which only purchased 12 fighter jets

"Get ready, let's go to Syria." Michel thought about it and decided to go to Syria himself.

""Yes!"

The subordinate nodded in response.

Then, he turned around to make arrangements.

Because of the sensitivity of Michel's identity, he was always escorted by a large number of special forces bodyguards.

He found Camel Airlines and directly rented a civil aircraft to fly to Damascus.

Camel Airlines is not far from Syria. It took only 2 hours to reach Damascus International Airport.

When Michel got off the plane, there were already more than a dozen people standing below, one of whom was his subordinate.

""Boss!" (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Seeing Michel coming, the assassin who was sent to Syria to develop clients stepped forward and greeted him respectfully.

Louis must not be exposed in front of outsiders, so the assassins in the Middle East called Michel the boss when they saw him.

Michel nodded slightly.

His eyes turned to the person next to his subordinate.

""Boss, this is Mr. Basil, the eldest son of President Hafez. He is here to greet you personally."

Michelle's eyes flashed.

As the person in charge of Middle East affairs, he naturally knows the direct relatives of the presidents and kings of various Middle Eastern countries.

Basil is the eldest son of Hafez, who is highly regarded by Hafez and regarded as his successor and the future president of Syria.

"Hello Mr. Basil, I'm Michelle, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Mr. Michel, on behalf of my father, I welcome you to Damascus."

Basil smiled and shook hands, and exchanged pleasantries.

After a few polite words, the group got on the car and drove into the city center.

Soon they arrived at the city center. Seeing the buildings outside the car window, Michel nodded secretly.

Syria has been recuperating in recent years and has indeed developed well.

The city construction can be seen.

Unlike Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, you can still see bombed houses.

The convoy drove into the presidential palace.

Under Basil's lead, Michel came to a lounge.

"Mr. Michel, please take a rest here. I will report to the president."[]

""Okay!"

Michel sat down.

Basil asked Michel to pour a cup of hot milk tea, then walked to the president's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Hearing the voice, Basil pushed the door open and walked in.

Hafiz looked up and saw that it was his eldest son. He smiled and asked,"Has the person been picked up?"

Basil nodded and said,"Yes, he has been picked up and arranged in the lounge."

"Yeah."

713 Hafiz relaxed and leaned back on the stool:"What do you think of the person you met?"

"I can't see anything." Basil shook his head.

"It's hard for you."

Hafiz nodded.

After all, his son was still too young, only 24 years old. How could he be as good as him?

"You go and entertain them first, I'll come over later"

"Yes, father!"

Seeing his son leave, Hafiz sighed slightly.

He still needs experience!

Lounge

"Mr. Michel, my father has something important to deal with, so he needs to wait a while before he can come to see you. Please forgive me."

Basil looked at Michel apologetically.

Hearing this, Michel put down the milk tea in his hand and looked at Basil with a smile:"It's okay, I understand."

"Mr. Michel, I want to know, can your company really provide F16 fighter jets?" Basil was curious. He had been a soldier and had heard of the F16 fighter jets.

That was the latest fighter jet in the United States, and even its mortal enemy Israel did not have it.

Michel was used to this question and smiled slightly:"Yes, we can get it as long as the money is in place."

"Then can I ask, how much does an F16 cost?"Basiler���ask

"This depends on whether you only buy planes or add air-to-air missiles. If you only buy planes, it will be 45 million US dollars per plane. If you add air-to-air missiles, it will be more. It depends on what kind of air-to-air missiles you buy."

45 million US dollars per plane?

Basil's eyes widened and he took a breath of cold air.

One fighter plane can buy dozens of T72 tanks.