"I guess the Cubans lack heavy weapons. For example, they would be interested in a few M270 heavy rocket launchers."
"We, the Aurora Corps, will come forward to negotiate with senior Cuban people in Florida. After confirming the news, you can take off fighter jets and drop a few guided bombs or something? The cost is not high, and the benefits are huge."
Zhou Qingfeng's few simple words made the doubtful Clooney fall into deep thought. After a long time, he asked: "How sure are you?"
"Two or three points."
"That's too little."
"It's pretty good, just a few rocket launchers. You can also fiddle with the equipment so that these things can only complete a small amount of testing to prevent them from attacking you in turn."
Clooney was silent for a while again, "I need to report this to headquarters."
"Then you'd better hurry up. I'm going to talk to those guys who call themselves the 'Committee.'" Zhou Qingfeng then ran privately to find Jose, the Cuban mediator.
The old man was still as arrogant as ever. He leaned on a reclining chair and pointed to the stool at hand, laughing and saying: "Young man, I thought you would come to me in two days. I didn't expect you to be so impatient.
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"I guess your 'committee' wants to integrate the three largest current Cuban forces and squeeze us out." Zhou Qingfeng did not sit down. Instead, he looked at Jose condescendingly and said, "Your idea is good, but you must'
The Aurora Legion doesn't want to cause trouble, but it has to consider our interests."
Old Jose's face suddenly turned cold, "Young man, your power is not worth mentioning at all. What qualifications do you have to discuss interests with us?"
"Do you want to order some US military standard heavy weapons? For example, the m270a2 multiple rocket launcher system. I have a complete company in my hand, and there is a lot of ammunition." Zhou Qingfeng threw out the bait.
Old man Jose frowned, and he was indeed interested. He asked questioningly: "Are you willing to sell this kind of thing?"
"This is of course conditional. First of all, we require the acquisition of all large passenger aircraft in your hands, as well as related pilots, ground staff and accessories. This acquisition project must start immediately. We used to pay with fuel, and now we pay with heavy weapons.
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Secondly, I asked for access to all the researchers at the University of Florida School of Computer Science and the supercomputer codenamed "Volcano" in their underground computer room.
Finally, I require this series of transactions to be completed within five days."
Zhou Qingfeng's requirements became more and more demanding, especially the last one. If these acquisitions were to be completed, five days would definitely not be enough. This made old Jose frown even more, "Your request is very strange."
"Of course I have my own considerations. If you are interested, our 'Aurora Legion' can quickly transport the weapons you need, but this condition is only for these two days, and we will not wait until later." Zhou Qingfeng did not deliberately explain, and left
After a series of requirements and conditions, he left.
The reason why Zhou Qingfeng wanted to risk such a thing a few days before the nuclear bomb was coming was because his biggest target was the 'Volcano' supercomputer at the University of Florida. According to the data stored in his armband computer, the 'Volcano' was the entire United States.
The central node of southern network communications. The supercomputer itself is valuable, and the data stored in it is even more precious.
If Zhou Qingfeng wants to restart civilization after nuclear, biological and chemical weapons wipe out the world, he must use these precious data. What is even more remarkable is that this supercomputer also stores many secrets of the US defense industry and cutting-edge technology.
, you can benefit a lot from just a little bit of it.
After putting forward his ideas and requirements, Zhou Qingfeng could only wait silently for the reply from the 'Enclave' and the Cubans. His attitude had been expressed, and he had to wait silently and not be impatient.
The one who is also under pressure is the Cuban 'Alliance'. As the leader of the 'Alliance', General Federo announced that in order to ease the current tense atmosphere, he would hold a dance that night to entertain friends from all sides.
When it came to holding a dance, Zhou Qingfeng didn't feel it, but the whole Cuban people in Guantanamo became excited. For Latinos, the days without dancing, no spirits, and no parties are the end of the world. When they heard the word dance, they couldn't wait.
I want to twist my body.
The dance was held buffet style and was held in an open-air cinema on a military base. The venue was wide and could accommodate thousands of people dancing at the same time. Although they did not have good material conditions, the Cubans still tried their best to hold this rare carnival moment.
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As a distinguished guest, it was Ms. Mirta who invited Zhou Qingfeng. When he heard that a dance was going to be held, he thought it was just about eating and drinking, but the voluptuous lady asked him: "Do you have a dance partner?"
"Dance partner?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the 'dog meat' who was always by his side and thought to himself: I only have dog partners.
Looking at Zhou Qingfeng's expression, Mirta knew that he had said something wrong. The young man in front of him did not bring women to Guantanamo. "You can ask the girls around you to accompany you to the dance."
"Uh..., but I can't dance." Zhou Qingfeng shrugged.
This surprised Mirta. From the perspective of Latinos, what is the difference between a person who cannot dance and a disabled person?
"Not at all?"
"Really not at all."
"There will definitely be countless girls who want to dance with you tonight, but if you use this excuse to get rid of them, I think you will become the most annoying man in the entire base tomorrow."
"But..." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to say: I really have never learned to dance! I am from a poor mother-in-law, and learning to dance is very expensive. You must know that except for those who are professional in art, very few Chinese men can really do it.
Dance.
But Mirta turned around and left without even listening to Zhou Qingfeng's explanation. As soon as the hostess left, several girls came over and asked to be Zhou Qingfeng's dance partner tonight. Looking at seven or eight beautiful Cuban female soldiers
Staring at himself, he really couldn't say that he couldn't dance.
"What should I do? Should I just stay in the room and not go anywhere while others are attending the dance?" Zhou Qingfeng felt that if he was really so unsociable, he would probably have no friends right away. Maybe he would have sex every day.
All the female soldiers will leave him.
"Or I just go to the dance venue and walk around, watching others twist their bodies crazily and vent their emotions to their heart's content, while I stand on the sidelines like a pillar, in a daze as if I've been hit by a body-fixing spell."
It sounds feasible, but aloofness is not the same. As a hero who is determined to "cultivate himself, manage his family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world," social situations are a place he cannot avoid.
If we were in China, any trouble would be solved at the dinner table. But in Zhou Qingfeng's Western society, any trouble would be solved at various gatherings.
Zhou Qingfeng couldn't find a solution after much thought, and lamented in his heart: "It's over, I can only fight and kill, and I haven't added any skill points in art!"