The "San Diego Military Alliance" is a joint force composed of more than ten teams. The leader Fedro is the strongest, but the one who controls the operation of the entire "Alliance" is his wife Mirta. Due to his outstanding ability, this woman who is used to wearing a black veil mask has a very high prestige in the "Alliance".

Now the entire "Alliance" is facing great trouble of collapse. It has relatively powerful military forces, but it cannot cause a fatal blow to the enemy. The longer the delay, the harder the days will be. In this case, the entire "Alliance" is panic.

Mirta had her own small office, with more than a dozen personal guards and entourages. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng actually ran to her office, she could only hold back the anger in her heart and ordered her subordinates: "Go and make a cup of tea for Mr. Hugo."

The tea was brought up, and soon only Zhou Qingfeng and Mirta with black veil were left in the small office. He picked up the teacup and blew it, and took a sip and found that it was far from the green tea that Chinese people were used to, with a lot of sugar added to it.

"Tell me your request, be more rational." Mirta said coldly.

"Reasonable? I think my request is very rational." Zhou Qingfeng put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Madam, you think my request is too much, so let's cooperate in another way. The attack on Havana can be put aside first, let's talk about something else.

I asked to get a C-130 transport aircraft first, full fuel tank and full sugar in the warehouse. Cuba is rich in sugar, and you definitely don’t have enough. I will use a transport aircraft to transport you 100 tons of grain, and then we will exchange 100 tons of grain for a C-130, and keep trading. What do you think?"

Mirta immediately laughed: "Are you crazy? A C-130 transport aircraft is worth 30 million US dollars. This is enough to buy 10,000 tons of grain. You only give me one hundred tons now, and I still have to pay for fuel and cargo. Do you think I will answer?"

Zhou Qingfeng shrugged and said helplessly: "Madam, you are right, but so what? I'm trying my best to satisfy you, but you have to understand that food is more precious than transport aircraft now. Food can make people live, but transport aircraft cannot."

Mirta stared at Zhou Qingfeng coldly and said, "A transport plane exchanges for 500 tons of grain. I will add fuel and sugar to you, and you will stay as hostages. If you can't get the food, I will kill you."

"This is an excessive requirement." Zhou Qingfeng sneered and shook his head. He simply stood up and walked out, "Madam, your request exceeds my minimum limit. I will finally offer you a price, a transport plane will be exchanged for 150 tons of grain, but you must first give me the entire fleet, fill it with fuel and sugar, and I will stay as a hostage."

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was about to leave, Mirta's eyes were flashing quickly, and his hands were pressing against the table, and his knuckles were turning white. She first shouted to the guards: "Stop him."

A few more female soldiers with bulging breasts stood up and their eyes were fiercely blocked in front of Zhou Qingfeng. He was not afraid at all, and he kept staring at him with a smile and fun, as if he was savoring something.

Mirta stood up and kept paced in the office, feeling extremely tangled. She hesitated for a long time and asked unhappily: "Victor Hugo, aren't you worried that I will order you to kill you?"

"Haha..." Zhou Qingfeng's palm was stroking the faces of several female soldiers. Looking at the angry look of the other party, he said confidently: "I'm sure you can't kill me."

"Arrogant man!" Mirta snorted coldly, and finally said in extreme pain and resoluteness: "You can take away all twelve C-130 fleets. We can satisfy all the sugar you want, but I can only give you half of the fuel. Also, food must be delivered to us as soon as possible."

Half of the fuel? Zhou Qingfeng roughly estimated it, nodded and said, "Okay, half is half."

Time is tight and there is no need to delay too much. Zhou Qingfeng smiled and turned around and gently held the lady who liked to wear a veil. Mirta was about to ask how to proceed in specific plans, but he shouted outside and called his deputy Raymond and four or five of his subordinates in.

"Don't mind if I occupy your office and work together, right? This will improve efficiency." Zhou Qingfeng asked.

It's all here, what else do you mind or not? Mirta had to nod. She wanted to know what Zhou Qingfeng could do when he called these men? But the next scene made the entire Guantanamo Base Command deeply shocked.

Princess Zhizhi randomly assembled a few tables, and Raymond's team turned on several radio stations and computers, quickly connecting with multiple targets thousands of miles away through satellites. They didn't have much words, but just followed Zhou Qingfeng's instructions to keep typing commands on the keyboard.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mirta asked.

"I am calling my pilots and ground crews. Please immediately ask the airport to prepare for a small fleet, and prepare all the C-130 transport aircraft, if possible, please fill up the fuel in advance. We really don't have much time."

Zhou Qingfeng explained and asked politely: "What a presumptuous thing, I don't know your name yet?"

"My name is Mirta, General Federro's wife." Seeing Zhou Qingfeng reaching out, Mirta thought the other party was going to shake hands again, but who knew that her hand was held by Zhou Qingfeng and gave it to her mouth. A kissing gift seemed quite gentlemanly (perverted) demeanor.

Mirta pulled his hand back in anger, but had to cooperate with Zhou Qingfeng's request. She soon discovered that Zhou Qingfeng's assistants were extremely efficient. The small team contacted multiple working nodes at the same time and began to coordinate each other's work, and even the Cubans in the base were mobilized by them.

"How did you recruit these people? I really envy you for having such a professional team." Mirta exclaimed, "I would have such a team."

Zhou Qingfeng just smiled faintly, and was so arrogant that he didn't explain. However, Raymond, who was in charge of the small team, had some internal injuries. He turned out to be a Wall Street elite with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands and a noble status!

The team casually pointed out that a person has extraordinary origins and abilities, but he just wanted to eat his stomach and hang out with Zhou Qingfeng. He was willing, happy and loyal, and could not even drive away. If he was driven away, he would be heartbroken and heartless.

Looking at Zhou Qingfeng's mysterious and proud smile, Mirta felt so sad. She had to work hard to manage her subordinates every day. The key is that her subordinates really couldn't find a few talents. Cuban intellectuals were either in the army or in the government, and there were not a few left after the catastrophe.

After a while of contact, Raymond reported to Zhou Qingfenghui: "Mr. Hugo, our plan has officially begun. Miss Ruiwen said that she will send someone to you in person."
Chapter completed!