Bao Junyi guessed that the United States must have deployed advanced radar on the way back to detect the stealth capabilities of fighter jets.

Before leaving, Bao Junyi met with Prince Surtan.

After all, he is the person in charge of this air show, so he has to observe the necessary etiquette.

However, business is business, and the two parties still have a private relationship. After a few conversations, both of them felt that the other's personality was compatible and worthy of close friendship.

...

night.

Inside Hong Kong Kai Tak International Airport.

Bao Junyi's car and bodyguard convoy were waiting here early.

This caused a lot of discussion among the surrounding tourists, and some outsiders asked curiously.

"Hey man, whose team is that? That's cool."

A Hong Kong man said, "Brother, you don't know this."

"That's Bao Junyi's convoy from the Miracle Group. Do you see the car in the middle?"

"Dude, didn't you say the one in the middle is pretty cool?"

"Yes, it was Bao Junyi's car. In fact, that car could withstand a C4 bomb. Moreover, he was not killed in the explosion. The chassis of the car is intact."

"Oh my god, is this true?"

“I really want to buy one when I have money.”

A beautiful Hong Kong woman next to him said with disdain, "You want to buy one too? Do you know how much it costs now?"

"Moreover, it is in short supply, and many wealthy people in the world want to own one."

The white foreigner asked curiously, "Is it expensive?"

"At most, maybe two or three million US dollars."

The Hong Kong beauty said disdainfully: "You may only be able to buy tires."

“Fuck!”

The white foreigner was shocked and said, "How much is this car? Millions of dollars can only buy tires?" "Thousands of mountains and rivers are still love, can you please urge the votes for more updates!"