When Yuri Aix arrived at the airport, a supersonic passenger plane in the silver color of the future designs was ready.
Other than the noises of the passenger planes, the entire airport was silent, as if it were empty. But with a closer look, one would notice that countless guards were lurking in the darkness like ghosts.
All the defenders had been informed that St. Petersburg had been attacked by a small group of rebels, and the shameful coup would soon be put to rest.
It didn't matter even if he didn't tell them. The four mind control towers at the four corners of the airport were enough to turn everyone in the airport into Yuri's puppets.
"My teacher, the merciful father of all mankind."
A young man in a grey coat with black hair and black eyes greeted him. He opened the door for Yuri Aix and bowed to him respectfully.
