The Joneses flew to Europe, and Zhou Qingfeng was still 'picking up trash' at the Davis-Monthan base. He was as skilled as a devil in collusion with internal and external parties, and every manager in the base was dragged into the trap.
The aircraft cemetery is very large, but the highlight is not the decommissioned fighter planes placed in open areas, but the warehouse of the base’s ‘Regeneration and Maintenance Group’. The members of this group can also be called ‘trash guys’.
At noon that day, a container truck drove to the guard box at the entrance of the base. As usual, the non-commissioned officer at the guard box wanted to check the driver's ID, but instead he said, "I am from the Holy Light Waste Recycling Company. I am looking for Lieutenant Colonel Teson."
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The noncommissioned officer with the rank of sergeant stared at the driver wearing sunglasses, grabbed the walkie-talkie at hand and reported: "Lieutenant Colonel Teson, the scrap collector is here, driving a container truck."
After simply responding, the noncommissioned officer put down the phone and his eyes immediately became fierce. Holding the gun holster on his waist, he shouted to the driver: "Come down and get checked."
The driver didn't have any accidents and got out of the car obediently with his hands raised. The sergeant and several soldiers searched him up and down, inside and out, including the container truck, and opened the vehicle for a thorough inspection.
Nothing suspicious was found. The sergeant did not forget to get close to the driver's face and shouted in a threatening voice: "Listen, don't cause trouble for me, otherwise no one can save me."
The driver didn't say much from beginning to end, but only brought a suitcase. He was escorted by a sergeant into a jeep and entered the base. As for the container truck, a soldier drove it to the parking lot.
The transaction was not that simple. As soon as the driver entered the base, he was locked in a confinement room and cut off contact with the outside world for two consecutive days. He was not allowed to drink a drop of water during these two days, and the suitcase he was carrying was also taken away.
The non-commissioned officer in charge of the custody would come to "fatigue interrogation" every few hours to question the so-called conspiracy. But the driver transformed into a spiritual slave was calmer than anyone else and said nothing. He only said that he was here to pay for the transportation of goods, and nothing else.
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In the solitary room, the sergeant's interrogation roars vibrated back and forth. Several soldiers involved in the incident were drinking drinks outside and looking through the latest special issue of "Playboy".
"Oh ho ho... the mixed-race girl named Halle Berry is pretty good. I like her brown skin. She has a really hot figure. She's so great."
"Forget it, this chick is not famous at all. Even the famous actresses in Hollywood refuse to take off their clothes. The FBI found some unknown people to fool us. The bomber should really do it again to remind those idiots."
"Who said there are no famous people, Brooke Shields doesn't count? I like her wavy hair, and her... Hahaha, I really didn't expect to see her on "Flowers" one day
A special issue of "Young Master"."
"Forget it, I'm not here to bash you. Brooke Shields appeared on the cover of "Playboy" at the age of ten. Your dream lover is not as innocent as you imagined. Of course, the shame is not as big as that of the current group.
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"Fuck, are you kidding me? Being on the cover of Playboy at the age of ten? How is this possible? I don't believe it, I absolutely don't believe it."
"Can we discuss this woman named Cindy Crawford? I have no impression of her, but she has a really nice figure. Can anyone tell me what movies this girl has been in?"
"I wanted to see a photo of Juliet Roberts, but she actually publicly stated that she refused to take it. When the country is facing crisis, she only cares about herself. Is this unpatriotic?"
"Yes, Hollywood actresses should be required to show whether they are patriotic or not, otherwise we won't watch the movies they make."
Several soldiers each held a copy of the special issue of "Playboy" and laughed so hard that they were so excited to read it. After reading it, they loudly praised God and the shit bomber, and their remaining anger had long since disappeared.
The sound of military boots suddenly sounded, and a prim-faced lieutenant colonel officer appeared outside the confinement room. The buttocks of several soldiers jumped up like springs, and they stood at attention, with their magazines thrown to the ground.
But the lieutenant colonel only stood outside the confinement for a while, looked through the narrow crack in the door, whispered a few words to the interrogating sergeant inside, and then left.
Later, the driver, who had been detained for two days, was taken away.
After the officers, noncommissioned officers, and driver all left, the soldiers outside the confinement room breathed a sigh of relief. They picked up the fallen magazines, but the topic of conversation changed and their voices lowered.
"Does Lieutenant Colonel Theson really want to sell those scrapped gadgets?"
"Idiot, you'd better shut up, or we'll all be screwed."
"There are no outsiders here, you are all involved, and everyone gets paid. How about a little chat?"
"I heard that a container costs US$500,000. You pay a sum of money to transport a container."
"Oh, this money is really good. Five hundred thousand dollars, I may not be able to earn so much in ten years. The Holy Light is much more generous than those Iranians."
"I heard that the buyer even wanted scrapped passenger jet engines. He was really not picky at all. And he never wanted confidential components such as radars, which made the lieutenant colonel feel at ease."
"This buyer not only wants to scrap the aviation engine, but also the high-horsepower diesel engine and gearbox. Scrapped ones are also acceptable, and it really doesn't matter. Logistics personnel from several bases have contacted me, hoping to sell their inventory."
"Why do other bases want to sell it?"
"Do you think we are the only ones with recycling tasks? How many military vehicles are scrapped by the Army every year, and they also need to be dismantled and recycled. In addition, not only the army, but also all states have waste disposal problems, and no one has been able to solve them."
"Oh my god, will everyone sell scraps to this 'Holy Light' Group in the future? How can it transport so much scraps away?"
"Then don't worry about us."
The top soldiers discussed for a while and then started talking about the magazines at hand.
The sergeant who had just left took the Lingnu driver to the warehouse. He looked back from time to time and asked rather playfully: "You haven't eaten for two days, do you still have strength?"
"I'm used to it." Lingnu's driver turned into a bearded Western face, with a strong voice and steady steps. There was nothing unusual about it. The more indifferent it was, the more surprised it was to the sergeant leading the way.
The two drove from the confinement room to the recycling warehouse, where several soldiers were loading the sealed thick wooden boxes into the large container truck.
The sergeant introduced: "The T700 series turboshaft engines used by the Black Hawk. Although they are all scrapped, we specially selected relatively good ones for you. Although they are not as good as brand new ones, they can still be used after repair.
In addition, we will also send you a full set of maintenance tools, including some simple spare parts. This can save you a lot of trouble."
The driver of Lingnu just said "Thank you very much" mechanically, and the sergeant asked again: "When is the next batch of goods planned to be shipped?"
"I'll take this container away and I can come back right away to continue the next transaction."
"So fast?"
"Yes. I can pull away fifty containers in a row."
The sergeant was stunned when he heard this. This one container is only half a million US dollars. Fifty containers is 25 million. The trash guys at Davis-Mengshan Base are so happy that they can't stop selling it all year round.
The idea of 'Holy Light' is very simple. Pull enough amount at one time, once or twice a year is enough to prevent the CEO from running around constantly.
In fact, President Zhou was in Tucson at the moment, and he casually bought the latest "Playboy" special issue from a roadside bookstall. Seven little fairies squatted above him, chattering and arguing over which actress had the best figure.
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The conclusion is... none of them are good.
Zhou Qingfeng was even more disappointed after reading through it. He said to Sophia who was following him: "These actresses are really not sexy, they are completely perfunctory. Send another email to the FBI."