Richard's wife drove the car and took her family to the vicinity of Miami City Hall. Although the market was much more stable, the streets were still depressed. There were many Cuban military and police blocking the road and setting up checkpoints, and they had to rely on special passes to pass.

Miami is no better than Manhattan, New York. It is rare to see tall buildings here. The streets are all bungalows. Silva, his son, sat in the back seat, looked at the homeless man running quickly on the street with a little curious look, and asked, "Dad, why do those people run around like this?"

Richard was wearing a black eye mask, his hands were fixed by splints and gauze. He turned his head and glanced, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know why they were running like this, but if we can't complete the tasks assigned by Mr. Hugo, we will run around like these people."

Little Silva pursed her lips and shook her head and said, "I would rather work for Mr. Hugo than run around like these people."

Richard is a Colombian and Hispanic, and he has rich experience in low-intensity combat. After recognizing his abilities, Zhou Qingfeng directly promoted him to the commander of an operation team.

"Our mission is to block the city hall and protect Mr. Hugo from the city hall when necessary." Richard didn't quite understand what this mission meant, but in the past few days, he could already feel the strong malice of the "Aurora Legion" towards the Cubans entrenched in Miami.

Richard's operation team had a total of fifteen people, driving six cars to a building with more than ten floors opposite the city hall. In the parking lot of the building, several Cuban guards looked suspiciously at the large boxes they dragged out and asked, "What are you doing?"

"We are setting up a rooftop viewing point." Richard had a regular pass and ID card in his hand, all of which were genuine products brought by McGrady, the attendant who was placed next to Chairman Canel.

After the Cuban guards radioed the serial numbers and photos on the pass and ID documents, they waved their hands and let Richard and others enter the building.

Richard and others rose from the freight elevator to the top of the eighteenth floor of the building. He said to his wife: "I inform Mr. Raymond that Team 7 has arrived at the target position and is preparing to set up a position."

After completing the notice, Richard continued to order his opponent: "Control the sixteenth, seventeenth and eighteenth floors of the building, set up the anti-infantry mines and layout we brought. Remove all the boxes, and this top floor is our next combat position. We must arrange it."

The box brought by Team No. 7 contained an M252 81mm mortar and shell. This cannon was obtained from the Cubans and was very powerful.

Richard was carrying the M107A2 large gun bag. His wife helped to remove the gun bag and open it. The family of three was busy setting up a direct aiming sniper position on the rooftop.

"Can I kill that bad old man named Jose later?" Silva asked. Richard patted his son on the shoulder with his plywood and said, "You can kill him as long as Mr. Hugo allows."

There are more than 20 operation teams like Richard. They are busy running around the city of Miami, carrying out secret destruction operations according to the planned plans. At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng, who is responsible for controlling these destruction plans, is listening to the report of his deputy Raymond.

"By bribing the Cubans at the bottom, we have privately loaded the personnel and supplies of about 30 boats, of which the number of personnel is close to 20,000. Just wait for your order, and they will immediately rush out of the Port of Miami."

"Miss Fox's operation in Newport News was also very smooth, and he got more than a dozen large ships filled with supplies, but the number of people was small, with less than three thousand people. She said that the social stability in the Newport News area was so stable that people were unwilling to follow her."

"There are about 370 aircraft of various types at the airport, including more than 100 large passenger planes. We have prepared sufficient crew members at the airport, and these aircraft have tried every means to fill up oil and fill with all kinds of supplies we can collect."

"It's just that the guards at the airport are extremely tightly guarded. There is a Cuban garrison brigade with more than 3,000 people stationed there, well-equipped and well-organized. The commander of the garrison regiment is extremely stubborn, and we couldn't bribe the guy named Tuval."

Raymond's report was quite long and very detailed. Zhou Qingfeng was a little dazzled when he heard it. The countdown to wash the nuclear bomb on the corner of his eyes was less than two days. Soon the world will be truly destroyed.

Moreover, after the nuclear bomb, chemical weapons and biological weapons will arrive one after another. It is okay to say that highly toxic chemical weapons will often be naturally dissipated after a certain period of time. However, biological weapons, especially genetic weapons as subspecies of biological weapons, are even more terrifying than nuclear bombs.

"Mr. Hugo, Mr. Hugo,..." Raymond saw that Zhou Qingfeng was a little absent-minded and had to shout twice, "The report has been finished, and our plan has been implemented smoothly. But please forgive me for taking the liberty. If we stay longer, the gains will be even greater, and we can even occupy the entire state of Florida."

Zhou Qingfeng's mouth twitched and laughed. Without waiting for him to explain, Erin walked in from outside and said, "Victor, there is an old man named Santos who insisted on seeing you. He said that if you don't see him, he will tell everyone your conspiracy."

"Santos?" When Zhou Qingfeng frowned and looked at Old Santos coming in from outside the door, he remembered that this was the former Nassau owner. "Old man, are you here to seek death?"

At this moment, Santos was old, hunched, and smiled with a slutty smile. He came up and whispered to Zhou Qingfeng with a bit of madness and coldness: "Mr. Hugo, I'm here to make a deal with you. I've noticed your attempt to deal with the 'committee'. If you want me to remain silent, it's better to agree to some of my small requests."

Zhou Qingfeng sat on the backrest sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, raised his eyebrows. He looked up slightly at Raymond beside him. Raymond immediately burst into a cold sweat and said hurriedly: "I'll check it out and see where the secret has been leaked?"

"No, there is no need to verify it." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, and he looked at Old Santos and said, "Why waste time? Just listen to this old man say it."

Old Santos sneered: "I have to be amazed at the capabilities of your Aurora Legion, which corroded the internal loopholes of the "committee" in a few days.

I know you have controlled the port and accumulated a large amount of supplies. There are also your people on the airport, and the road traffic is under your surveillance. You have the internal situation of the entire "committee" and you must have spies placed next to Chairman Carnell.

From the analysis of the preparation situation, the time for you to do it should be in one or two days. I bet you must have colluded with "Incredible". Perhaps the "Aurora Legion" is simply a subordinate organization of "Incredible". You deceived everyone, but you can't hide it from me!

Now I ask you, Victor Hugo, you, will give me some benefits immediately. I will regain power, control the army, and control the territory. I want you to return everything I have lost to me!"

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and by the last few words he was already roaring. Raymond was immediately shocked and was about to touch the gun to control Old Santos. However, the old man laughed and said, "Don't think that killing me can hide all this. If I can't leave safely within an hour, my companions will immediately report you to Chairman Carnell.

Are you a little frustrated? I saw that your face was a little unnatural. At the last moment of the action, I was seen through by the inconspicuous little person. The hard-working arrangement would be completely lost. The Cuban military and police in Miami would come to arrest you.

And now I will give you a chance to please me. Only by being pleased can you make up for all this. Think about it carefully. You don’t have much time left. Hahahaha…!”

Old Santos was very unstable, and he obviously lost his mind between inferiority and arrogance. Raymond hurriedly looked at Zhou Qingfeng. According to his thoughts, he had to stabilize the somewhat seizure old man in front of him and could not let the Cubans in Miami turn against them.

Zhou Qingfeng just smiled, shrugged easily, and said, "Old Santos, you are rare to be smart. But it doesn't take an hour to think about it carefully, I can say my answer now."

"Agree or not?" Old Santos was immediately full of hope and nervousness. He widened his eyes, his throat was dry, and his heartbeat suddenly increased. He dreamed that he would become the ruler of the upper class again. Now it depends on Zhou Qingfeng's reply.
Chapter completed!