Brize Norton Royal Air Force Base was the largest base of Britain's Royal Air Force, located in Oxfordshire, northwest of London.
A total of 5,800 military personnel were stationed at the base, equivalent to 15% of the Royal Air Force's total strength. There were also 1,200 contractors and 300 civilian employees.
A black Bugatti coupe slowly pulled up before a checkpoint dozens of kilometers outside the base.
Eric rolled down the window and showed the soldier his visitor pass.
After passing through the checkpoint without issue, the coupe continued toward the base.
Before long, Vincent in the passenger seat spotted a long runway in the distance.
"Dad, are we there?"
"More or less."
After passing through two more checkpoints, the Bugatti coupe stopped in front of the runway.
A few minutes later, a military jeep drove over.
The jeep was driven by a major. After getting out, he gave Eric a big hug.
Vincent found him somewhat familiar. Maybe they had met when he was little.
After the hug, the major came over to the coupe and examined it carefully. "Eric, you old bastard, did you really acquire Bugatti?"
Eric rolled his eyes. "Don't you read car magazines? Other than me, who else could that mysterious new British owner be?"
The major did not look pleased either. "I just got back to the country. It's not like I'm as carefree as you."
He turned to Vincent and was visibly startled.
"Vincent? You're Vincent?"
Seeing his mouth hanging open in shock, Vincent finally remembered who the major before him was.
Hunter Lane, a rich second-generation heir who had refused to inherit the family business and enlisted in the military instead.
"Good afternoon, Uncle Hunter. I'm Vincent."
Hunter looked as though he had seen a ghost. "Really? Are you sure you're Eric's