The 'Santiago Military Alliance' is a joint force composed of more than ten teams. The leader Fedro is the most powerful, but it is his wife Mirta who controls the operation of the entire 'League'. Due to his outstanding ability, this man who is accustomed to carrying black
Women wearing gauze veils have extremely high prestige within the 'Alliance'.
But now the entire 'Alliance' is facing the big trouble of collapse. Even though it has a relatively strong military force, it is unable to deal a fatal blow to the enemy. The longer the delay is, the more difficult life will be. In this case, the entire 'Alliance'
People are panicked.
Mirta had her own small independent office, with more than a dozen personal guards and followers. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng actually running to her office, she could only hold back the anger in her heart and ordered her subordinates: "Go to Mr. Hugo
Make a cup of tea."
The tea was brought, and soon only Zhou Qingfeng and Mirta, who was wearing a black veil, were left in the small office. He picked up the tea cup and blew on it. He took a sip and found that this was far from the green tea that Chinese people are used to.
Polysaccharides.
"Say your request, a more sensible request." Mirta said coldly.
"Reasonable? I think my request is very sensible." Zhou Qingfeng put down the tea cup in his hand and said: "Madam, if you think my request is too much, then let's work together in another way. The attack on Havana can be done first.
Put that aside, let’s talk about something else.
I request to get a C-130 transport plane first, with a full tank of fuel and a full warehouse of sugar. Cuba is rich in sugar, and you will definitely have no shortage of it. I will use the transport plane to transport a hundred tons of grain to you, and then we will
What do you think about exchanging one hundred tons of grain for a C-130 and non-stop trading?"
Mirta laughed immediately: "Are you crazy? A C-130 transport plane is worth 30 million US dollars. This is enough to buy 10,000 tons of grain. Now you only give me 100 tons, and I have to pay for the fuel.
and goods, do you want me to answer?"
Zhou Qingfeng shrugged and said helplessly: "Madam, what you said is correct, but so what? I have tried my best to satisfy you, but you have to understand that food is more precious than transport planes now. Food can make people live.
Go down, the transport plane can’t do it.”
Mirta stared at Zhou Qingfeng indifferently and said: "A transport plane is exchanged for 500 tons of grain. I will provide you with fuel and sugar. You stay as a hostage. If you can't get the grain, I will kill you."
"This is an excessive request." Zhou Qingfeng sneered and shook his head. He simply stood up and walked out, "Madam, your request exceeds my limit. I will finally give you a price, one transport aircraft for one.
One hundred and fifty tons of food, but you must first give me the entire fleet, filled with fuel and sugar, and I will stay as a hostage."
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was about to leave, Mirta's eyes flashed rapidly, and she pressed her hands hard on the table, her knuckles turning white. She first shouted to the guard: "Stop him."
Several more female soldiers with bulging breasts stood up and blocked Zhou Qingfeng with sinister eyes. But he was not afraid at all, and kept looking at them with a smile and fun, as if he was reminiscing about something.
Myrta stood up and walked around the office, feeling extremely confused. She hesitated for a long time and asked unhappily: "Victor Hugo, if you anger me one after another like this, don't you worry that I will order you to be killed?"
?”
"Haha..." Zhou Qingfeng was caressing the faces of several female soldiers with his palms. Looking at the angry looks of the other soldiers, he said with great confidence: "I'm sure you can't kill me."
"Arrogant man!" Mirta snorted coldly, and finally said with extreme pain and determination: "You can take away the entire twelve C-130 fleet, and we can satisfy all the candy you want, but I only
I can give you half of the fuel. Also, the food must be delivered to us as soon as possible."
Half of the fuel? Zhou Qingfeng made a rough estimate, nodded and said: "Okay, half is half."
Time was tight and there was no room for too much delay. Zhou Qingfeng turned around with a smile and shook hands with the lady who liked to wear a veil. Mirta was about to ask how the specific plan should be carried out, but he shouted out,
Called in Deputy Raymond and four or five of his men.
"Do you mind if I occupy your office for joint office? This can improve efficiency." Zhou Qingfeng asked.
Now that we have come to this point, what else do you mind? Mirta also had to nod. She wanted to know what Zhou Qingfeng could do if he called these men? But the next scene called the entire Guantánamo base headquarters.
They were all deeply shocked.
After setting up a few creaky tables at random, Raymond's team turned on several radio stations and computers, and quickly contacted multiple targets thousands of miles away through satellites. They didn't say much, just follow the weekly instructions.
Qingfeng's instructions kept typing out commands on the keyboard.
"What on earth are you doing?" Mirta asked.
"I'm calling on my pilots and ground staff, please tell the airport immediately to prepare for a small fleet, and please prepare all C-130 transport aircraft, and if possible, please fill up the fuel in advance. Ours
There really isn’t much time.”
Zhou Qingfeng explained, and then asked politely: "How presumptuous, I don't know your name yet?"
"My name is Mirta, the wife of General Federo." Looking at Zhou Qingfeng's hand, Mirta thought that the other party was going to shake hands again, but who knew that her hand was held by Zhou Qingfeng and he moved it towards his mouth, a kiss on the hand was quite a gesture.
He has a gentlemanly (perverted) demeanor.
Mirta withdrew her hand angrily, but had to cooperate with Zhou Qingfeng's request. And she soon discovered that Zhou Qingfeng's assistants were extremely efficient. This small team contacted multiple work nodes at the same time and began to coordinate each other's work.
, 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 said in admiration, "I wish I had such a team."
Zhou Qingfeng just smiled faintly and refused to explain. However, Raymond, who was in charge of directing 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!
A random person in the team pointed out that someone had extraordinary origins and abilities, but ended up following Zhou Qingfeng just to have a full belly, and he was still willing to do so, and he was so loyal that he couldn't be driven away, and even if he was driven away, he would be
The kind that is heartbroken and miserable.
Looking at Zhou Qingfeng's mysterious and proud smile, Mirta felt sour in her heart. She had to work hard to manage her subordinates every day. The key was that she really couldn't find many talents. Cuban intellectuals were either in the army or in the military.
Government, there are very few left after the catastrophe.
After a while of contact, Raymond reported to Zhou Qingfeng: "Mr. Hugo, our plan has officially begun. Miss Ruiwen said that she will personally send the person to you."
"Okay, I will go to the airport to meet her." Zhou Qingfeng laughed heartily when he heard this. He silently shouted in his mind: My empty-handed plan is finally about to begin!