When other people held mass, the atmosphere was one of sadness, pity, and redemption. Only the mass sponsored by Uncle Zhou was a joyful and happy gathering. The priest of the Mormon Church once reminded him whether he should reflect the subject of suffering, but Uncle Zhou said
The words came back...
"We don't lack suffering, what we lack is happiness."
Therefore, on the huge virtual screen on the sea, you can see Her Majesty the Holy Lady talking about hopes, dreams and the future, talking about some very secular topics. For people who have had enough of the apocalyptic life, talk about what the future will be like.
Better to attract people.
Through the porthole of the bridge, Zhou Qingfeng was also watching the live broadcast of the mass. There was a drone in the air taking aerial photography, and the image effect was very clear. When the mass for several hours came to an end and countless fireworks shot up on the sea, Zhou Qingfeng became keenly aware.
I found that there were many people missing around the saint.
"Eileen, where has our President Franklin gone?" Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the walkie-talkie at hand and asked.
The twin sisters were responsible for monitoring the entire scene from the top of the island. Irene answered with a telescope: "Wen Tianyu just reported that Franklin left after delivering his speech. He said that he had other work, and the rest of the affairs would be left to
Vice President Rutherford.”
"But I didn't see Rutherford."
"He also seems to have said he doesn't feel well and wants to go back to the bridge lounge."
Zhou Qingfeng looked around the bridge lounge where he was alone, shook his head slightly and said: "The old man didn't return to the lounge, I guess he wanted to run away."
In Zhou Qingfeng's guess, no matter what the secret opponents do, they must evacuate their own people before they cause damage. As the vice president, Rutherford has a high status and will definitely not stay on the aircraft carrier to wait for misfortune.
The lack of intelligence prevented Zhou Qingfeng from making arrangements in advance, but no matter how the enemy changed, he would cling to one thing - when the enemy leader was about to leave, that was when the opponent was about to take action.
"Silly dog, go to the helicopter area. The old man in the wheelchair is going to run away." Zhou Qingfeng jumped up from his seat. But before he could take action, the 'dog meat' lying at his feet had already rushed out first.
Bridge lounge.
At this moment, we were on Bainbridge Island, seven or eight kilometers away from Elliott Bay, which is the large island across the bay from downtown Seattle. Several heavy-duty military trucks drove over on the beach beside the bay.
In order to enhance their off-road capabilities, the tires of these trucks are very thick, the bodies are also very high, and they even come with protective armor. One of the military trucks drove to the breakwater by the beach with its lights on. After it stopped, its rectangular compartment suddenly lifted up.
Lift up and rotate ninety degrees.
The cab of the truck opened, and Dania, who was wearing high-top leather boots, jumped out. Without a telescope, she could see the live broadcast on the giant screen on Elliott Bay from a distance, which was being played on a virtual projection two to three hundred meters high.
A performance by a children's choir.
"It's so spectacular. This can only be accomplished by having power and resources." Dania pursed her lips and sneered: "But the people on the aircraft carrier will start screaming next. I hope I won't scare them too much."
One after another, well-trained strong men jumped out of the convoy. They began to operate various equipment carried by the convoy and adjust the heavy-duty truck with a rectangular carriage. Dania asked the leader: "What should you do next?"
It won’t just hit those police ships at sea, right?”
In order to protect the four aircraft carriers, multiple cordons have been deployed on Elliott Bay. Among them, more than a dozen police ships of various sizes are constantly patrolling the sea.
The leader of the convoy was directing several other trucks to approach the beach breakwater. He glanced around the dark sea with his telescope and said: "We will destroy several larger coast guard ships to create chaos, and at the same time attack the aircraft carrier.
Carry out an attack. Each aircraft carrier fires two to ensure hits."
"Can a 100,000-ton aircraft carrier lose its combat value?" Dania didn't know much about the power of weapons.
The leader of the convoy snorted and sneered: "Just one hit is enough to destroy the keel. The damaged aircraft carrier does not need to be repaired, it can only be scrapped."
"Sounds very cool. How long will it take to complete the layout?" Dania asked.
"Half an hour is enough." said the team leader.
Dania looked at her watch and nodded.
At this moment, Vice President Rutherford, who was being pushed in a wheelchair, was also lifting up his sleeves and looking at his watch. The agreed time for action was coming soon, and he had to leave the aircraft carrier that was the venue for the mass. The reason was ready - he
He was too old and had limited energy. As a result, he escaped just before the attack.
"Push faster." Rutherford urged his subordinates. "That little bitch may start early. She may not care about my life or death."
Rutherford also has more than a dozen gun-toting bodyguards around him. These are his personal cronies, who are fed by his money and are absolutely loyal to him. These people usually rely on Rutherford's power in the Freemasonry.
It moves freely within, and no one can stop it.
But there are always people who don't like this. When these guys wearing black sunglasses, black suits, and holding short-barreled assault rifles walked through the busy aircraft carrier deck and came to the stern of the ship...
"Stop, you are not allowed to come near." The tall and ugly mutant leader stood guard in front of several helicopters. When Marcos saw Vice President Rutherford sitting in a wheelchair, his terrifying mouth revealed a ferocious grin.
smile.
Knowing that things might change, Zhou Qingfeng could not fail to take precautions. Early in the morning, he sent Marcos to guard the helicopter area at the rear of the aircraft carrier. Anyone could leave by helicopter, except Vice President Rutherford.
Seeing a group of mutants blocking their way, Rutherford and his team were shocked. The bodyguards did not expect that such a thing would happen. They could still rely on power or force to fight against others, but mutants do not accept this.
——No one else has a strong body, and the barrel of a gun is not as thick as anyone else.
Rutherford's assistant quickly stepped forward to identify himself. But Marcus looked at the vice president who was pretending to be calm in the wheelchair, and said angrily: "I'm sorry, my chief asked me to wait here for the vice president. He will be here soon.
Come over here, I want to ask you some questions."
Facing the barbarian-like mutants, no one else dared to speak. Rutherford could only push the wheelchair forward by himself, and said with authority without being arrogant or humble: "Please tell Commander Hugo, if you have any questions, wait until tomorrow."
.I am already tired, please don’t embarrass an old man in a wheelchair.”
For others, this may still work. But no matter what the other party says, mutants are not good at all. Either defeat them, or you have to act according to their orders, saying that everything else is nonsense. Marcus just hummed like this
He sneered, making Rutherford's heart tremble.
After a while, 'Dog Meat' ran over from behind. The stupid dog ran around Rutherford and his group, and finally bared its steel teeth and barked at the old man for a long time. Now everyone knows that Zhou Qingfeng has a mechanical dog.
Seeing 'dog meat' is equivalent to seeing a legion commander.
When encountering this situation, Rutherford knew he was going to suffer. He immediately ordered to change direction - not only were there convenient helicopters to leave the aircraft carrier, but there were also ferries on the side of the ship. The people on the aircraft carrier came up by ferries.
But when the old man turned around, the smiling Commander Victor Hugo had already followed him. Uncle Zhou asked like a cat playing with a mouse: "Sir Rutherford, I am just looking for you. I'm sure you don't mind answering me.
A few questions?"
The two looked at each other, and Vice President Rutherford felt that he could not escape.