Release eighteen self-destructive drones will mean losing eighteen. Looking at the images taken by the reconnaissance drones, Zhou Qingfeng asked Rom, who was responsible for the drone control on the bridge: "How many drones are left that can be used to explode?"

"There are less than eighty more aircraft," Rom said.

"Haha..." Zhou Qingfeng said self-deprecatingly: "In other words, we can only resist four more enemy attacks at most, and we will have no defense ability?"

After saying this, the entire bridge became quiet. Everyone realized a new problem. They seriously underestimated the dangers at the sea. Even when facing several antique warships that were ragged, they had no power to fight back when they were on the ship.

"At worst, we can go around in a big circle. We don't lack motivation anyway." Lina Fox said.

"No, detours are not a good choice." Zhou Qingfeng directly denied Lina's suggestion, "I think it's necessary for us to plan our future. Now the world is messy, and it may be worse. Are we going to hide somewhere to spend the rest of our lives?"

All the middle and senior staff in Zhou Qingfeng's team were squeezed into the bridge. He looked around and found that many people were confused. It would be great to survive in this world now, so what else can we talk about?

"As early as the first day of the catastrophe, Lena Fox and I were hiding in a high-end club in Manhattan. We were not afraid of you making fun of it. We gathered more than 100 people at that time, but most of them ran away in just two days. What was our plan at that time?"

When Zhou Qingfeng said this, he looked at Lena Fox, Miss Fox, and raised her head and said with a wry smile: "Rebuild social order and dominate the world."

"That's right, that's right!" Zhou Qingfeng shouted, "That's what we thought at that time. Miss Fox wanted to rebuild the Fox Consortium, and I thought maybe I could be the president of the United States. Anyway, no one was sitting in that position anymore, and even black people could be the president. Why don't I try it?"

Everyone laughed and the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

"Rom, you can set up a family. Qi Guangrong, you can also set up a big plantation. Raymond, who is good at making fake accounts, can be my finance minister, and the butcher can work as the Minister of Defense. Why not? The elites are standing here."

Everyone laughed again.

"But if I want to build a country, why don't I go to Africa? Where is the competitive pressure less! The reason is that Africa's foundation is too bad. I think everyone wants to live the good days before, rather than planting crops in a pile of mud or hunting on the prairie.

And why don’t I go to South America? Because I don’t like those lazy Latinos in South America. They have to build a road for more than ten years. I think I can’t wait that long. And what do I want? I need people who are knowledgeable, skilled and able to endure hardships.

I will go wherever there are such people. The high-quality people closest to me are in the United States, so I chose to develop in the central United States and choose a relatively stable place to develop.

If I want to return to the United States, I can't avoid the waters of the Bahamas. This place just blocks our way into the Caribbean Sea and the Gulf of Mexico." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the chart and said, "So we have to think carefully about how to deal with these pirates."

When Zhou Qingfeng proposed his grand idea and was in the Bahamian pirates who were blocking the road with headaches, the pirates occupying Nassau, the Bahamian capital, also had a headache about the sudden appearance of the "Aurora".

The one who occupied Nassau was a pirate leader who called himself "General Sanchez". He was originally a retired general of the Cuban Navy. After the catastrophe, he gathered a group of subordinates to get a few old warships and ran to the Bahamas to become king.

Nassau is an island and an excellent port, where ocean-going ships can be moored. The tourism industry is developed here, producing fruits, vegetables, and even dairy farms. The island has a population of more than 300,000, and 80% are black. The only industry is a ship repair yard.

In order to strengthen his strength, General Sanchez was summoning people at the port to promote it. He stood on a high platform and shouted at the microphone at the top of his lungs: "Dear citizens, you don't have to worry about food at all. As your ruler, I will solve this problem perfectly.

We have controlled the Bahamas waters, and a large number of escaped ships must undergo our inspection. We can obtain endless supplies by charging tolls. Just three days ago, we just intercepted a cruise ship and obtained more than a thousand tons of grain.

As long as you join my team, you can live a comfortable life. I will also tell you good news here. My subordinates have found a nuclear-powered ship and a freighter full of tens of thousands of tons of supplies.

My men have set out but captured them. We can regain electricity and we can get huge amounts of food. I am your leader, I am General Santos, and I promise you that these will soon be revealed before you."

The inciting remarks attracted the shouts of tsunamis. Other things in Nassau Port are easy to say, but the food is not enough. Now some people promise that they can have enough food, and they immediately respond to the fanatical support.

General Santos's face turned red by the fanatical response and kept shouting on the platform.

But at this moment, two boats floated from the sea.

The leader is a 100-ton port patrol boat. It was originally very powerful and fast with the machine gun on it. It was the main motor force under General Santos.

But now the white ship was blackened, the port side broke, and a large deck disappeared. The engine pushed it to the shore with a weak thunderous sound. Just as the moment it was docking, a mast on the ship fell down, making a clanging sound.

Oh..., the people on the dock were cheering, but now they were all marveling. Santos, the pirate leader standing on the platform, was even more stunned. He originally wanted to show the strength he had to the citizens of Nassau, but now he was completely making a fool of himself.

"Ah..., don't worry too much. This is just our young men conducting practical training. See how hard they work! It doesn't matter, we have some small patrol boats that lose one or two at all."

General Santos was still vigorously advocating, but at this moment a light helicopter landed in the port, and a dwarf jumped down and shouted and ran up the platform, "God of General, we have encountered a major setback, and the enemy is much stronger than we thought,..."

"Shut up, the great General Santos has never suffered any defeat, and there is no such word in his dictionary." The pirate leader kicked the dwarf over with one kick.

But just as the gnome was crying and crying, a ship behind was slowly docking. The scene was even more miserable than the experience of the patrol boat in front. Even General Santos himself exclaimed: "Oh my god! My main ship, my 'Great General'."

The antique-level "Koni"-class frigate has been beyond recognition. It originally had two turrets in front and back, but now the front main gun has been deformed, the deck is raised and broken, as if it has been smashed by a toy with a heavy hammer.

Seeing this scene, General Santos was furious and furious. He jumped off the platform, grabbed the dwarf's neck, and asked cursingly: "How could my invincible fleet become like this? Where is my ship? I have a missile boat?

Don’t look at my small missile boat, but as long as I find a crew member who can launch missiles, it is my most powerful ship.”

The dwarf had a bitter face and kicked his hands and feet. Faced with his boss' questioning, he coughed dryly and said, "Sorry, General, your missile boat..., it..., it suffered misfortune and was sank."
Chapter completed!