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Charles de Gaulle International Airport, Paris, France, is the busiest and largest international airport. Within this airport, it is likely that the next person disembarking is a renowned business tycoon from some country, a group president earning hundreds of millions annually, or a world-famous socialite.
In the global capital of romance and fashion, walking here places one at the forefront of the fashion world, inhaling the scent of romance that seems to rejuvenate one’s spirit, transporting them back to their youthful days.
At night, the City That Never Sleeps remains vibrant and alive, with the excitement of its people bubbling beneath the surface.
Flights land one after another at the airport, most carrying tourists who bring fresh energy to the city, arriving with substantial funds to indulge in various luxury goods.
Inside Charles de Gaulle Airport, a flamboyantly dressed young man exuding the air of a nouveau riche swings his extravagant iPhone Priness Plus around as if he wants the entire world to hear his conversation.
“Hello! Dad! When will that yacht I ordered yesterday arrive? I’ve got a girl lined up for some fun on the sea! That was your promised gift for my eighteenth birthday! Don’t let me down!” The boy speaks with a strong regional accent that most people find hard to understand.
However, everyone can feel his brash demeanor.
After finishing his call, a cool breeze seems to sweep through the area, and people nearby instinctively step back several meters, wary of getting too close to this Rich Young Master.
“Ladies, come with me. My dad just bought a Gulfstream G6. The most luxurious private jet in the world, decorated exactly how I like it. Inside are two stunning flight attendants who have graced Playboy before. Let’s see who has the bigger assets when we board! Sound good?” The Rich Young Master shows no regard for the crowd in the terminal as he brazenly slips his hands under the clothing of two women.
Just a few minutes later, as he is about to head toward the private boarding passage, he is intercepted by ten police officers clad in protective gear wielding batons!
“Sir, your private jet has completed the Zombie Virus inspection and passed. However, we need to conduct a thorough check on you and your crew before boarding!” The officers surround the Rich Young Master and escort him toward the monitoring room.
The entire world is currently troubled by the Zombie Virus; countries are doing their utmost to control and regulate it. Airports are particularly scrutinized areas, especially international flights. There is a constant fear that Zombies might cross borders and wreak havoc in other nations.
“I can overtake anyone on domestic highways without anyone batting an eye; now I have to go through checks in your country? Who do you think you are?” The Rich Young Master sees that the expressions of the beautiful women nearby have soured and immediately becomes furious.
Usually, he would play nice abroad, but this time is different; these women are well-connected in their circles, and many have had affairs with influential figures! If it weren’t for his birthday today, he wouldn’t have managed to gather them all together.
This was supposed to be an enjoyable occasion; if word got out about this incident, wouldn’t his reputation as a prominent figure in Kyoto be ruined?
It was simply unforgivable.
"How is this possible! Stop joking around, you all step aside quickly, don't delay my boarding!" The Rich Young Master forced himself to push past a few police officers.
"Sir! Please cooperate with our work; this is a special period. Even the National President must go through checks before boarding. No matter how powerful you are in your own country, once you are in ours, you must be inspected, regardless of your identity! Please cooperate with us, or we will have to enforce this by force!" A few officers brandished their batons, hands already resting on their sidearms, ready to act at any moment.
"Damn it! What a hassle! Fine, I'll cooperate with you! Ladies, let's go get checked!" The Rich Young Master called over the nearby women to join him for the inspection.
"Get lost! What the hell? What are you looking at? Scram! I'll kill you!" As he walked, the Rich Young Master happened to see someone approaching wearing a hoodie and a baseball cap—clearly a Fellow of Chad. Most importantly, he was sure this person was from his own country. The way he looked was one of habitual servility.
He might put on an act in front of outsiders, but when he saw someone from his own country, the Young Master's temper flared again. As he passed by, he kicked out with his left leg.
However, the person in front seemed to move forward strangely and dodged the kick.
"Kid! Don't let me see you again; next time I will break your legs!" The Rich Young Master cursed as he was pulled into the makeshift Quarantine Room for inspection.
Behind him, the figure who had almost been kicked remained hunched over but shot a cold glance at the Rich Young Master, a wicked smile creeping onto his lips.
"Is that a Gulfstream G6? Damn it, if you kick me, I'll steal yours today!" With that sinister smile, the figure swayed a few times before disappearing into the crowd.
None of the airport's surveillance cameras ever caught this person's face; as for their skeletal structure, that was even less likely to be detected.
Undoubtedly, this person was Zheng Yifan.
When thinking about planes, Zheng Yifan's first thought was Charles de Gaulle Airport. Countless aircraft had landed here—business jets, commercial flights, and even helicopters.
However, what he needed now wasn't a helicopter but a private business jet. Commercial flights usually had passengers onboard, making theft difficult. If he stole a commercial flight, what would happen to the other travelers?
Zheng Yifan was still considerate of others. Only those private jets were generally of little use. Even if stolen, it wouldn't significantly affect the travel plans of many people.
Especially when Zheng Yifan saw the Rich Young Master’s ostentatious demeanor, he couldn't help but wonder how much black money his predecessors had amassed. What kind of arrogant nouveau riche could raise such a son?
Zheng Yifan felt it was necessary to educate this unworthy descendant on behalf of his grandfather.
He would not be polite about that Gulfstream G6.
With his target confirmed, Zheng Yifan's figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight. After exiting through the main gate of the airport, he concealed himself in a dark corner, exerting force in his legs to execute a 180-degree backflip, even making a face at any potential cameras that might be watching.
With a light leap, he entered the airport. The path ahead would not be so easy; the entire airport was vast and brightly lit, allowing distant figures to be seen from afar. Flights were constantly landing and taking off, and the airport staff never seemed to stop their busy work.
In the private jet area, Zheng Yifan saw rows of private jets parked in their designated spots, as if it were a common affair for ordinary citizens renting parking spaces.
However, the enormous rental fees were something an average person might never earn in a lifetime.
The noise of planes taking off and landing was deafening, and Zheng Yifan's figure was concealed within the chaos. Surveillance cameras could be everywhere; he had never planned to steal that plane without being exposed. As long as he could succeed, that was all that mattered.
Slowly, he placed the prepared mask over his face.
Either the foreign masks were poorly made or if he wore something like Batman's mask, it would surely match his personal information. So Zheng Yifan cleverly prepared a Black Cat Sheriff mask for himself. With a swift motion, he slapped it onto his face! From then on, no one would recognize him.
Having previously visited Charles de Gaulle Airport's private jet parking area, Zheng Yifan hardly hesitated as he quietly approached the section where the private jets were parked, carefully inspecting each aircraft one by one.
To be honest, Zheng Yifan didn’t really know what a Gulfstream G6 was. Although if he were to buy a private jet with his own assets, he could easily park a row that would dazzle those Rich Tycoons.
However, one good thing about this era was the advancement in communication. Zheng Yifan pulled out his phone from his pocket, shielding it with his body while tucking his head into the elastic fabric of his shirt to carefully search for information. While these planes could be customized with paint jobs, one thing that couldn't change was their inherent shape and design.
Every model of airplane has its own unique features.
There are only a few dozen private jets in total. While they may be more common abroad, they are still high-end products that most people simply cannot afford.
Moreover, since Fellow had boasted to such an extent, Zheng Yifan only needed to check out the highest-end section.
As Zheng Yifan scanned the area, he quickly spotted several extravagant paint jobs on the largest jets in that section.
After stealthily moving a few steps closer, he saw a particularly ostentatious private jet.
However, it was clear that this was definitely Fellow's plane. The garish design featuring two large-breasted women instantly lowered the overall aesthetic of the airport by several notches.
But what caught Zheng Yifan's attention even more was another plane of the same model parked next to it.
This jet had a much more normal paint job. From a distance, it resembled a spotted dog or perhaps a dairy cow, with its patchy patterns that were not too offensive at first glance. However, upon closer inspection, he noticed numerous colorful illustrations on it—each depicting stunningly beautiful women dressed provocatively. Zheng Yifan recognized several of them from movies, posing seductively with alluring smiles.
"Damn! Which one is that idiot's? If my big-breasted beauties account for 99%, then which one is this yellow illustration?" Zheng Yifan looked at the two planes and couldn't help but smile wryly. In the end, he still couldn't determine which one belonged to Fellow. There were no license plates or identifying marks on either plane, and if that rich tycoon’s spoiled brat boarded one of them, it would be impossible to steal!
"Ge Laozi! Don’t blame me for being ruthless; since I can’t be sure, I’ll just take them both!" Zheng Yifan gritted his teeth and stomped his foot. With a wave of his hand, both planes vanished along with a mysterious figure. (To be continued...)
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