Clooney from the Enclave was standing in front of a radio station in a quiet room. The confidential correspondent and him looked at each other in silence.
"If news comes, notify me immediately." Clooney notified the Enclave headquarters of Zhou Qingfeng's proposal to be beheaded, and stayed in front of the radio station for several hours. Zhou Qingfeng's suggestion was bold, which made Clooney
I am also eager to get a response.
Walking out of the confidential radio room, the air outside was particularly fresh. Clooney adjusted his tie to make himself more comfortable. Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire from the direction of the base across the bay, and a large-caliber heavy machine gun was pointing at it.
Tracer bullets fired from the sky.
"What's going on..., is there a rebellion?" Clooney was immediately startled and quickly contacted the other side. Only after asking did he find out that the gunfire was from a dance party held on the other side, adding to the atmosphere. He looked at the gunfire that kept flying into the sky.
, sighed and said: "The way these South Americans do things is really indescribable."
At this moment, the confidential correspondent came out, holding a piece of paper in his hand and handed it to Clooney. After reading it, Clooney immediately tore the note into pieces and said in a deep voice: "Victor Hugo won again, he
Maybe he has already guessed that the headquarters will agree to his conditions. Come on, let’s go to the dance to find the lucky guy."
On the other end, Mr. Jose, currently the most powerful representative of Cuba, was also invited to the ball. He asked the soldier who sent the invitation who would be attending the ball. When he learned that Zhou Qingfeng was also participating, he couldn't help but sneered.
"I have been to China, and I understand the Chinese people. People in that country are very reserved, and many people have never danced in their lives. Myrta actually invited a Chinese boy, but I think he could only sit in a daze outside the venue with a wine glass in his hand."
In fact, Zhou Qingfeng was really a little dazed at the moment. Not because of the dancing, but because of the scene in front of him. The open-air theater in Guantanamo is a place for the US military to show movies. Normally, it can accommodate up to two to three thousand people, but it can
There were 10,000 people in front of us. The venue was much larger than an open-air cinema.
Hundreds of bonfires were burning. In order to enjoy the evening, the Cubans in the base mobilized themselves and decorated the venue in just one afternoon. An old movie called "Love in Havana" was being played on the open-air screen.
In the movie, every time the male and female protagonists start dancing, all the Cubans in the audience immediately enter carnival mode.
"Oh..., it seems no one cares about me." Zhou Qingfeng saw the crowd of heads shaking, and the pressure in his heart was greatly reduced. Who would look at him in such a dark situation!
Just as this thought arose, a circle of Cubans suddenly exclaimed: "Look, Mr. Hugo is here. He is here to attend our dance!"
Zhou Qingfeng was originally surrounded by seven or eight girls, but as soon as he appeared on the stage, at least a hundred girls came running over from the opposite side. Amidst the screams, the crowd overwhelmed him like a tide.
"Mr. Hugo, come and dance with us."
"Victor, we love you!"
"Victor Hugo, I want to go to bed with you!"
What a mistake! I misjudged the situation.
Ever since the last time Zhou Qingfeng had a duel with old Santos' men, his handsome and unrestrained image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. His amazing marksmanship has made people look at him with suspicion.
Seeing a large number of women transforming into she-wolves, Zhou Qingfeng really had nowhere to escape and was immediately surrounded by them. Most of these Cuban female soldiers were between fifteen and twenty-five years old. They were fanatical and excited, shouting loudly about their idols.
Name, squeeze forward with all your strength.
There were people all around, and one hand after another grabbed Zhou Qingfeng, and women rushed in front of him. In a few minutes, he passed through the hands of hundreds of women like a toy doll, with his face
There are hundreds of more women's lip prints.
His clothes were torn, his hair was messy, and his whole body was being kneaded like dough. Zhou Qingfeng felt that his head had been touched countless times, his palms were grabbed by these women and they would not let go, and all the women who sneaked up on his chest were
I don’t know, but there were many women who came straight to his lower body and simply took out their crotch and touched his penis.
I'm so scared of birds... There's no way a man can stop a woman from being a hooligan! If I knew it would be like this, I wouldn't even come to any dance party. But now that I'm here, I can't leave.
I can call God for help.
Zhou Qingfeng was pushed from the outside to the middle of the court by the enthusiastic women, and he immediately realized that he still couldn't escape the fate of dancing. Because the only purpose of these women was to let everyone see him.
Amidst the fast-paced music, a large number of women gathered in a circle and shouted, "Victor, come dance with us."
Uncle, I really don’t know how! Do you want to see the scene where an epileptic patient escapes from the hospital? That’s probably how I dance.
Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to cry. Just to avoid embarrassment, he could only quickly glance at the woman next to him to see how other people danced, and then follow a few moves.
In Zhou Qingfeng's view, Latino dance is naturally Latin dance. Judging from watching TV, shouldn't it be a serious dance like the national standard that is competed in? But he soon discovered that-I seemed to be doing something wrong.
Wrong, dead wrong!
The dance performed by this group of Cubans is not as complex as expected, but is extremely simple. There is no softness or elegance at all. They just follow the cheerful music and twist their bodies passionately. This is completely wild and uninhibited dance.
Enthusiastic, generous, heroic, free and easy, just a few movements back and forth, but every muscle is moving. Zhou Qingfeng has excellent hand and foot coordination. He quickly caught up with the rhythm and perfectly aroused the emotions of others.
"I was really wrong. I thought the dance was about listening to music and a group of elegant men and women dancing and strolling. If I had known earlier that it was a people's gathering, I would have been scared! This is not about competing with others to dance gracefully.
Elegance is clearly more powerful than anyone else!"
When it comes to strength competition, Zhou Qingfeng has plenty!
At this time, the old man Jose happened to be entering the venue with his nose in the air. He had the highest status, but it was Mirta who walked in with him. Surrounded by the dancing crowd, the old man Jose said bad things about Zhou Qingfeng to Mirta seriously.
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"We are all Cubans, and uniting against the Americans is the right choice. But now you are cooperating with the Aurora Legion, which is extremely wrong. That boy named Victor Hugo is not reliable at all, let alone
He may agree with our values, but I bet he can’t even dance. How can you trust such a person?”
Mirta was silent. She knew very well that Jose was talking nonsense, but the reality was that those with big fists made sense. And the group of people who occupied the "committee" in Florida had big fists.
However, Jose's words reminded Mirta of the troubled expression on that boy's face when he asked Zhou Qingfeng to do it. Could it be that he couldn't even do the simplest dance at a party? You know, there is basically only one move at a large dance -
Twist, twist, twist, twist, twist, until your waist breaks.
Mirta wondered if she was really embarrassing Zhou Qingfeng. Maybe he couldn't even twist his waist? Maybe it wasn't a good idea to drag him to the dance. But at this moment, the old man Jose beside her suddenly
He stopped and his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.
Mirta naturally turned his attention to the front, and suddenly saw Zhou Qingfeng shaking his hands, kicking his legs, twisting and turning his body in accordance with the rhythm among several bonfires, and even raised his hands and tapped to echo the smooth and jumping melody.
Yeah..., the enthusiasm of the female soldiers onlookers was ignited by this dynamic dance, and everyone cheered loudly. This was really unexpected. Zhou Qingfeng is handsome, and his dancing is better than expected. His hands, feet, waist and hips are extremely beautiful.
Coordinated, the movements of the whole body are like flowing clouds and flowing water without any stiffness.
The most terrible thing is that Zhou Qingfeng seems to be playing a little crazy. He doesn’t know where he got a wireless ear-worn microphone, and he is dancing along with the dance and singing Michael Jackson’s "Beatit". This song even comes from the entire dance.
It came out from the big speakers at the scene.
The whole place was so excited! Everyone was dancing along.
Wow...hohoho! This is rock music that echoes the dance! And the singing is very good, it feels a bit like a rock king.
Mirta burst out laughing, it turned out that this kid was just pretending before!