Bang..., bang..., two gunshots were fired one after another. One was shot before the stone fell to the ground, and the other was shot after the stone fell to the ground. The two Santos guards who were far away from each other were shot in the chest. They were very unwilling to do so.
Fall to the ground.
When the gunfire rang out, Myrta was so frightened that her eyes closed. She clearly saw that one of the gunmen participating in the duel had committed a serious foul, but she didn't even have time to scream. Zhou Qingfeng had already waved his hand and fired a shot, followed by another.
One shot.
Due to the high degree of mental tension and concentration, everything in front of him appeared in Mirta's mind as if in slow motion, and was replayed repeatedly. Zhou Qingfeng fought quite easily this time. The two opponents who were supposed to shoot at the same time,
Unexpectedly, they couldn't launch an attack together. This left shot, the right shot, calm and leisurely, extremely handsome!
When Mirta opened his eyes, there was dead silence all around. Everyone looked at Zhou Qingfeng in the field with incredible eyes, as if they had been hit by a restraining spell. They were stunned, shocked, speechless, and all kinds of emotions emerged one after another, until it was over.
After more than ten seconds, the sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami sounded again.
"Mr. Hugo won. He killed two gunmen by himself. The moment he took action, it was as fast as lightning. He only heard two gunshots and he killed his opponent."
"It's unbelievable, it's really unbelievable! He can still win even when the opponent fouls. If it were us, we would be beaten into pieces."
"I can now confirm that it wasn't the 'lone wolf' Carlos who was too weak just now, it was clearly Victor Hugo who was too strong!"
"It was an unparalleled moment. I was so excited that I almost exploded. Only God can defeat this kind of man, and he is now our friend."
When the two corpses fell, the onlookers rushed up one after another. The girls hugged Zhou Qingfeng like crazy and kissed him. The men lifted him up like a hero and cheered loudly. He was thrown one after another.
In the air, the enthusiastic Latin girl even threw her bra piece by piece while laughing to express her love for him.
"Hahaha..." Zhou Qingfeng was also laughing. Soon there were seven or eight pairs of women's underwear still containing body temperature hanging on his arms and forehead.
Seeing how popular Zhou Qingfeng was, Mirta, who was standing below, had to change her appearance, and all the tension just turned into laughter. For the queen who controls the entire Guantanamo base, it is really rare to show such emotions to a man.
But in the lively carnival-like scene, Santos' face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. The heavy frustration gave him a sense of powerless decadence. Zhou Qingfeng was like an invincible giant, which made people feel depressed and depressed.
to death.
"Let's leave here. After destroying their base and defeating their army, we can use the posture of a winner to laugh at their ignorance and arrogance." Santos was too lazy to collect the corpses of his men. At this moment, he just wanted to hurry up.
Click to go.
"Wait..." Zhou Qingfeng was carried on the shoulders of several Cubans, looking down like a king, "General Santos, are you going to admit your defeat?"
The depression in old Santos's heart could turn into stone, but now two people are dueling with Zhou Qingfeng, and one of them even shot him in advance. This kid's ability can no longer be explained by common sense. He doesn't even admit it.
: "You win this duel."
"So has the conflict between us been eliminated?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
Speaking of conflicts, old Santos thought of the pain of losing his son all the time, and how this hatred could be easily eliminated. But now he could only nod his head against his will and said: "Yes, the hatred between us has been wiped out."
"Since it has been written off, why are you leaving in a hurry?" Zhou Qingfeng jumped off the Cuban's shoulders, approached Santos and asked: "Do you still want to retaliate against me? Do you still want to duel?"
I'll kill you!
If two people can't kill you face to face, how can one fight a duel?
But Zhou Qingfeng made up his mind not to allow old Santos to leave. Instead, he kept grabbing and shaking him like a thug, and shouted loudly: "Do you still want to duel? Do you still want to?"
After asking several questions in succession, no one on Santos' side answered, and no one even tried to save his general. Instead, the remaining followers retreated step by step. Now everyone knows that the young man in front of them is a pervert, and a duel with him is completely unreasonable.
Too long to live.
After pushing and shoving, old Santos was pushed back to the temporary residence where he lived before. He, his men, and all kinds of luggage were pushed back. Zhou Qingfeng blocked the door and yelled: "Mr. Santos,
From now on, you should stay for a few days. If you and your men dare to leave this house, you will fight with me, and I will be happy to accompany you to the end!"
The onlookers were once again shocked by the Cubans. No one expected that Zhou Qingfeng, who had been making a fuss for a long time, was just to suppress his opponent's momentum, and was put under house arrest by Santos and his men. Mirta reacted the fastest, quickly approached Zhou Qingfeng and asked in a low voice: "
Is the 'Aurora' Legion planning to attack Nassau?"
"Still preparing..." Zhou Qingfeng asked someone to find him a chair, and he continued to block the door of Santos' residence. Now even the old Santos himself understood that Zhou Qingfeng just didn't want to
Let him go.
As soon as the door was closed, old Santos was as irritable and restless as a trapped animal. However, this time he no longer yelled and cursed, but asked his subordinates to spread out the map, activate the radio, and immediately inquire about the situation in Nassau.
Nassau responded that everything was normal. The troops on the island were gathering according to his orders and would be ready to attack Great Abaco Island in a few hours. The only trouble now was that Santos, as the commander, could not return.
"Damn it!" Old Santos didn't expect that he would come back to take over a batch of equipment and come to persuade him to surrender, but the result was like this. When one of his subordinates suggested that Havana send someone else to direct the battle, he immediately slapped him with his hand and cursed.
Said: "Send someone else to take my place?"
After getting angry, Santos gritted his teeth again and comforted himself: "It doesn't matter, I can still command the battle even if I can't go back. As long as there is a radio to communicate, it is no different from being there in person. The military power I can control now is far greater than that of the 'Aurora Legion'
Even if you are strong, you can still win!"
In the past half month, a large number of people have gone to Great Abaco Island to look for work. Although the 'Aurora Corps' has established an island-wide patrol system, it still cannot stop people from sneaking in and out to conduct investigations. The basic strength of the island cannot be concealed from others.
On paper, Zhou Qingfeng and others have tried their best to expand their power. But what they have in their hands is a large population, not an army, and their technical equipment has not been significantly improved. At the very least, they still do not have professional warships, which is a major flaw.
.
The newly acquired tank landing ship "Bunker Hill" in Santos' hands was enough to sweep across the entire Bahamian waters. Santos still maintained confidence in this. He clenched his fist at the map and encouraged himself: "Victor Hugo stopped me.
What's the use? As long as it can completely defeat the 'Aurora Legion', I'm willing to die."