The bragging contest ended with Zhou Qingfeng's victory. All the members of the 'committee' felt as if their bowels were not flowing smoothly and were feeling extremely uncomfortable. Chairman Carnell had to listen to a historical legend about 'Beacon Fire Playing the Princes', and then he hurriedly
The visit ended.
Zhou Qingfeng was arranged to stay at the Four Seasons Hotel on Miami Beach. The mansion-style luxury suite was neatly packed just for him. More than 20 people accompanying him also stayed in, all of whom were experts in this negotiation and action.
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After settling down, Clooney immediately ordered his men to search the suite environment and found several crappy third-rate bugs. He then immediately reported the status of the operation to the Enclave headquarters, especially what happened at the airport.
As his deputy, Raymond led the evaluation team to contact people from the 'committee'. The transport plane carrying the M270 rocket launcher will arrive soon, and the barter trade will begin immediately. The goods and personnel to be exchanged are waiting to be registered and manufactured.
The work is extremely busy.
"Mr. Hugo, we don't have enough manpower. I'm afraid we won't be able to complete the entire barter transaction in a short time." Raymond had seen the aircraft directory at the airport. If he wanted to handle dozens or even hundreds of aircraft, he would have to rely on his strength.
There simply aren't enough manpower.
Zhou Qingfeng was sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window watching the night view of Miami. The dog meat lay lazily at his feet, looking harmless. Hearing Raymond's reminder, he laughed and said: "There is no need to do work so meticulously.
, I had no intention of actually completing this deal.
There is only one set of samples of the m270 rocket launcher to show to the Cubans, and no more arms will be shipped in the future. There are three things you have to do.
First, find out where the planes controlled by the Cubans from the 'committee' are located, where the fuel is, and the arrangements and commanders of the guards. I'm afraid we will eventually kill people and rob those planes.
Second, find out where the pilots and ground crew members controlled by the 'committee' are being held. We need them to help us fly the plane away. There are also various technologies and technical personnel that are worthy of being taken away. These people are very valuable.
Third, organize takeoffs and landings at Nassau Airport. If Nassau Airport cannot park, you must find a way to transfer the plane to other places. If this is not possible, let the plane fly to Guantánamo Leward Airport.
Do these three things well, and when the time comes, I will give the order to take action. By the way, don't tell the people of the Enclave, we are not on the same side as them. We don't need to do things very carefully, but
You have to act quickly enough at critical moments.”
Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's specific plan, Raymond was stunned for a while before he realized what he was doing. He nodded and retreated, thinking to himself: I thought Mr. Hugo suddenly became more behaved, and this robbing style is normal!
After Raymond left, sisters Erin and Ellie hurried into Zhou Qingfeng's suite. Sister Ellie shouted: "Victor, can you please show mercy?"
"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng asked strangely. The two sisters were born to be optimistic, and they laughed and laughed no matter what they did. But now both little girls had tears in their eyes, obviously they had cried. "Who bullied me?"
You guys?"
"Please save someone, the guy who had a shooting competition with us last night. If no one saves him, his whole family will not survive." Sister Ellie grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's arm and shook it hard.
Aileen also held her hands and begged.
"The Mosin-Nagant shooter next to Jose?"
"Yes, yes, yes, that's him."
"What's up with him?"
"Because he didn't win last night's competition, the right eye he used to aim was blinded, and both hands were broken. The family was left on the street, and they were about to die.
Now. Victor, only you can save him now."
Zhou Qingfeng flew to Miami at noon. After visiting the airport, he settled into the hotel. It was already night. Since Miami had restored general order, the twin sisters asked to go to the beach to play under the protection of the guards. As a result, they ended up in the hotel.
I saw a family begging outside.
"One eye is blind and two hands are broken. This kind of person..." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to say, 'I sympathize and regret this, but I am not a charity and do not take in trash.' But sisters
After the two begged him for the first time, he decided to take a look at the disabled gunman.
Soon, a man named Richard appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng with his wife and son. Last night, this man looked confident and free and easy, but now he was hunched over, with a gauze covering his right eye wrapped around his head, and his hands wrapped in
The cloth strips were trembling.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't need to think too much, and he knew that this man must have been completely destroyed due to Jose's anger. He was hesitating on how to deal with it, when the half-disabled Richard suddenly knelt down and begged sadly: "Hugo
Sir, please give me a chance. As long as I recover from my injuries, I will still be a good gunner. I swear to God that I will be loyal to you and will never betray you."
The old Mosin Nagant was still on Richard's back, stored in the long gun bag like a treasure. Zhou Qingfeng felt sympathy for this man, but he still asked with doubts: "Are you blind?"
If you lose one eye, can you still shoot?"
"Okay." Richard said firmly through gritted teeth. He took out his rifle from his gun bag, untied the cloth strips in his hands, and held up the rifle with bloody fingers, wanting to prove it to Zhou Qingfeng.
look.
The old rifle with a history of more than 100 years was also damaged like its owner. The scope was broken, the butt was broken, and a wire barely connected the two broken parts.
"Can it still be used after it's broken like this?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"It must be possible." Richard was still extremely sure.
Zhou Qingfeng's suite had a large balcony. Richard pointed his gun at a trash can three hundred meters away from the balcony, "I want to hit the wine bottle next to the trash can."
However, this aim lasted only two or three minutes. Richard's fingers were hit hard. As his muscles were exerted, his palms were deforming, and his forehead soon became painful and sweating profusely. What was even worse was that the muzzle of his gun was shaking, and he was completely helpless.
Aim for the target.
The huge pressure made Richard sweat all over. Since the sight was rotten, he had to remove it and rely entirely on the mechanical sight to hit the target three hundred meters away. This made it even more difficult. He took aim at the old
For a long time, he still had no confidence of hitting the target.
The two sisters Irene and Ellie hugged each other tightly. They could guess that if the shot failed to hit, the Richard family might not be able to stay, which would affect the life and death of the three members of the family.
After looking at it for five or six minutes, Richard's son suddenly came up, pulled the corner of his father's clothes, and said crisply: "Dad, let me try."
Richard's son was only about ten years old, a tiger-headed kid, very strong. After he took the initiative to take over his father's responsibilities, Richard looked at Zhou Qingfeng and didn't seem to object, so he handed the broken Mosin Nagant to his son.
Inside, he said in a deep voice: "Be calm and do what dad usually teaches you, and you will definitely be able to hit it."
The child nodded sensibly, took the family's ancestral rifle and took aim for a long time before pulling the trigger. There was a gunshot, and the bullet hit the edge of the trash can 300 meters away, but did not hit the target wine bottle.
The child's face suddenly turned pale, and the entire suite fell into dead silence. As a father, Richard comforted him while crying, "It's okay, kid, you played well, really well!"
"But I missed!" the child said sadly. He turned around and said weakly to Zhou Qingfeng: "Sir, can you let me shoot two more bullets? This gun is broken and it is not easy to aim."
The life and death of this family was once again in the hands of Zhou Qingfeng. Everyone in the suite looked nervously at Zhou Qingfeng on the sofa. But he pouted and ordered to Irene: "Go get my m107a2.
I think I don’t have any sniper talent, so I have to find a good shooter to get a good gun.”