He couldn't figure out the strength of his opponent and his own strength was insufficient. This is what is called "fear of fighting both ends of the wolf." Zhou Qingfeng couldn't figure out how many warships there were on the pirates entrenched in Nassau, so he could only send unmanned reconnaissance aircraft to keep an eye on Nassau's every move, and at the same time the fleet headed to the Great Abaco Island in the north of Nassau.

There is a small port on Mars, Zhou Qingfeng and others used small boats to land at the port in an attempt to obtain materials and information.

The Caribbean Sea is a famous resort, and the Great Abaco Island is full of bright sunshine, white beaches and blue seas. In the past, tens of thousands of people lived here all year round, but now it is quiet. Even if there are living people, they don’t know where to hide.

There was no one in Mars' port area. Zhou Qingfeng led his team to find an airport with a local runway nearby, and found many abandoned small tourist planes in the hangar. The only drawback is the lack of fuel.

"We have nothing now, no staple food, no fuel, no hope. Just take whatever you want, I can't stop it anyway." The old man guarding the airport was a dirty old man, who seemed to be responsible for the ground staff.

"Where are the people on the island?" Zhou Qingfeng wanted to ask about the situation.

"Escape." The old man from the ground staff shrugged. He was an indigenous person on the island. He lived here for generations and relied on tourists coming and going every year for a living. "There was a riot inexplicable situation. At first, people ran towards the United States, but then the Americans ran towards us, and it was like a tide. Soon it turned into a dead place."

"Do you know the situation in Nassau? It is said that a guy named General Santos was occupied. He doesn't seem to be short of fuel." Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

"I don't know, we have completely cut off our contact with the outside world, and no one cares about our life or death." The old man from the ground station was completely depressed.

"What about Miami?"

"have no idea."

"What do you know?"

"I don't know anything."

The old ground crew stayed in his broken hangar, shook his head in the face of the problem. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the other party's dull eyes, and after a long time, he said warmly: "My name is Victor Hugo, I think we can help each other. I guess you must be hungry, maybe you should give you some bread."

"Do you still have bread?" When the old man heard about food, his eyes were full of green light. He quickly got up from the rotten sofa he was sitting on and said, "We only have canned fish, fruits, vegetables, etc. But the staple food has been cut off for almost two months."

"We can exchange flour for your fruits and vegetables." Zhou Qingfeng almost made the old man in the ground staff kneel down with a sentence.

The old man shouted into the wooden shed behind the hangar, and a few children ran out. They got some fruits and the like, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "There are too few of these, we want more. Let's gather all the remaining people on your island to work for us, and we provide flour as a reward."

There are still three or four hundred people who can be found after the shelter of the island, all of whom are the elderly and children who are guarding the house. The young and strong are going out to find a way out. However, few people know this day and age, it is safer to stay on such an isolated island.

Although the island cannot grow grain, there are farms that can produce fruits and vegetables, as well as a large amount of canned food. The fleet exchanged flour with the people on the island for supplies. A bag of 50 kilograms of flour can be exchanged for half a ton of citrus, which is like robbing. The cold storage of the "Aurora" quickly became full. The residents on the island began to cheer as if they had found a way out.

"Old man, can those planes still be used?" Zhou Qingfeng finally set his sights on several abandoned small planes at the airport.

"Of course it can be used."

“Is there anyone on the island who can fly these planes?”

"I can, it's easy to drive these small planes, and I can drive them if I can. But we don't have fuel."

"We have some aviation gasoline, maybe you can teach me."

"You still have gasoline?!"

After being surprised that Zhou Qingfeng could provide a lot of flour, the residents on the island were surprised that Zhou Qingfeng got a lot of aviation gasoline. Several small Cessna series planes at the airport were pulled out, and an old ground crew member was used as instructors, training Zhou Qingfeng and others to act as pilots.

The small aircraft of the Cessna series are indeed easy to drive, safe, reliable, and relatively comfortable. Zhou Qingfeng learned the fastest and could drive in about three days. The first thing he had to do was to figure out the situation near the Great Abaco Island.

First there was Nassau, then the Bahamas, and then Miami. In short, the catastrophe has been around for almost three months, and social order has been restored, and human life can be said to be in chaos and order. However, just when Zhou Qingfeng was exploring the surrounding situation, he also found that a small plane ran over the Greater Abaco Island, as if looking for something.

Both are single-wing piston propeller aircraft. During the driving process, the aircraft even approached Zhou Qingfeng's Cessna and pulled the trigger at him.

"Fuck! What do you want to do if this bitch is raised?" Zhou Qingfeng has a strong learning ability, but his flight level is still relatively trendy for the time being. He has recently taken off the air to investigate the surrounding area for two consecutive days, and encountered this hostile small plane twice.

Especially for the second encounter, the single-winged Beech plane actually opened fire under the nose, and the large-caliber bullets flew. The firepower scared Zhou Qingfeng to the point of the pressing head running towards the sea. But the other party chased him directly from the sky.

"Damn it, I'm not a fighter pilot!" Zhou Qingfeng's hair stood up on the spot, and the machine gun bullets shot a splashing waterline on the sea. The "Bich" quickly approached the "Cessna" driven by Zhou Qingfeng, and was about to kill him in the cabin.

At the critical moment, Zhou Qingfeng could only fly the plane and pierce the sea. With his powerful body, he withstood the impact of the high-speed impact on the sea surface, and then quickly blew the gun and exploded the glass cover of the cockpit and escaped from the outside of the plane.

Just when Zhou Qingfeng was still in the sea, the "Biqi" in the sky still refused to let him go. The whizzing bullets were repeatedly shot out of the sea water until there was no sign of survival.

Zhou Qingfeng held his breath in the sea for two minutes, and watched the Cessna he was driving sank into the dark and deep ocean. After waiting for his opponent to leave, he emerged from the sea and connected his waterproof individual radio station to call for support.

The 'Beicy' flew back to the airport in Nassau in a swagger. Before he landed, he reported his achievements to the airport on the radio. "The two large ships of the other party have been found and told General Santos that he could send a fleet to launch a raid.

And today I shot down an enemy reconnaissance plane, and the opponent's pilot fell into the water and sank into the sea. I think you can prepare the paint and draw a record icon on my fighter plane."
Chapter completed!