Zhou Qingfeng lowered his body and embedded himself into the leather sofa in the general's office. The soft and comfortable supporting structure brought pleasure. He took a helicopter ride all the way here and finally relaxed.
By the way, the turboshaft power system of the Mi-8 helicopter is too noisy. Especially the main reducer makes a huge roar, which is really noisy and gives people a headache.
The general's adjutant brought a cup of coffee with a straight face.
Zhou Qingfeng lowered his head and glanced, "Can you add some milk and sugar for me? I can't get used to this kind of bitter coffee. In fact, it would be good if you have Coke, Sprite, etc. I'm not picky."
The adjutant stared at Zhou Qingfeng for two or three seconds and refused bluntly: "I'm sorry, sir. We don't have Coke here, but we can add milk and sugar for you."
Behind the adjutant, Marcus was holding a pistol. He was also dumbfounded by his boss's quirks.
While waiting for the adjutant to add sugar and milk to the hot coffee, Zhou Qingfeng said to General Chechevatov who returned to his seat:
"General, you'd better not touch the first drawer on your right. I know there's a pistol in it. And don't touch the alarm button hidden under the table. I bet you've been beaten by me before the guards arrived.
His brain was smashed."
The General had a sullen face and had to stop the idea of touching the alarm button with his foot. He didn't understand how his opponent could know everything about the layout of his office, but he still understood what Zhou Qingfeng said.
The adjutant brought the coffee again, and after receiving Zhou Qingfeng's thanks, he walked out of the general's office and closed the door. He tried to return to his desk, but was forced to sit on a separate stool by Marco Shi's gun.
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Zhou Qingfeng sneaked into the Kiev Military District Headquarters at night. The secretary's room was quiet, and the general's adjutant sat on the stool and stared at Marco Shi, puzzled - how did these two people break in with such arrogance?
The command post of more than 100,000 troops has sentry posts and surveillance above and below ground, and two sets of security personnel inside and outside. Even the adjutant's own entry and exit is particularly troublesome. Not only do he have to have documents, but he also has to undergo layers of questioning.
Anyone who wants to enter the headquarters needs to be informed step by step, and each time he passes a guard post, he must obtain approval from the higher level.
No matter who wants to walk outside the general's office, he must call the adjutant to ask if he has an appointment and whether he is allowed to go?
But the adjutant in the secretarial room did not receive any application for passage, so these two complete strangers barged in as if there was no one around.
Are all the guards outside dead?
I have so many things to think about but I really can’t figure it out.
Can't bear it anymore...
"How did you get in?" The adjutant's eyes were fixed with confusion. Even if he was beaten to death immediately, he still had to ask this question.
"We walked in." Marco's gun was very steady and motionless. He also knew that what he said was outrageous, but the boss did bring him in.
Zhou Qingfeng recently gained 300,000 points, upgraded continuously, and was able to master the fourth-level arcana. He simply relied on Sophia's forged documents and forced the charm to make the guards regard him as one of their own to complete the break-in.
This was originally intended to be used to break into the Balaklea camp, but Zhou Qingfeng finally used it to meet General Chechevatov. The general stared at the young man, suppressed his anger and shouted: "Tell me, what do you want?
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"I want a nuclear warhead, or give me some highly concentrated nuclear materials." Zhou Qingfeng also stared at the elderly general and stated his request straightforwardly.
The general was not surprised at all. This seemed to be a goal to be achieved by overcoming many difficulties. He asked rhetorically: "Who are you here on behalf of? Which country is behind you?"
"General, you are wrong." Zhou Qingfeng slowly shook his head, "I only represent myself. I actually want to calmly get a nuclear warhead and leave. But you are as shameless as me, and you actually want to drive me away. This is very embarrassing.
It’s interesting.”
In the arcane vision, the general's soul was also eroded and corrupted, and his face turned black. His mental state became very strong, similar to Deputy Minister Chuikov, and he was not afraid of Zhou Qingfeng's direct gaze.
The General did not speak, his thinking became extremely rigid, and his eyes were extremely sharp. This guy is a soldier, and his will and physique are much stronger than those of a bureaucrat like Chuikov. He became even more aggressive after being corroded.
"Either you give me an answer, or I kill you. Choose one." Zhou Qingfeng spread his hands, "You don't need to think about me, let alone persuade me. I can get out as soon as I can get in."
The General opened his mouth in anger, but Zhou Qingfeng raised his voice and interrupted: "I must remind you that you only have one choice and one chance to answer."
A pistol was taken out from Zhou Qingfeng's arms and pointed at the general's forehead. Locked with mental power, the black muzzle of the gun was like a judgment of life and death.
Facing death, the general's mouth twitched, his face jumped, and he was furious. He only had to move his feet to trigger the alarm under the table, he could grab the gun in the drawer with his hand, and he only had to shout...
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The soundproofing effect of the office is so good that no shouting can be heard from outside. But after shouting, a bullet will be fired from the opposite side, and the general will die.
After weighing it for a long time, the general could only compromise and said: "Okay, I will give you a nuclear warhead. But how are you going to take it away?"
"This is something you have to consider for me." Zhou Qingfeng sneered: "How to allow me to safely take away a nuclear warhead or a highly concentrated nuclear material.
You need to make a thorough plan, at least don't let me see the flaw. Otherwise, I won't necessarily die, you will definitely die. Also, don't test my ability randomly. Many people have tried it, and they all died."
The general's deep-set eye sockets revealed a cold gaze. He couldn't figure out where Zhou Qingfeng came from, but he really hated this young man who was so bold and capable.
"I need my adjutant. Without him, I can't do anything." His Majesty the General made the request. It is always good to have more than one person around.
Zhou Qingfeng nodded and asked the adjutant outside to come in with Marco Shi. The adjutant glanced at the general and the young man. Zhou Qingfeng picked up the cup of coffee with sugar and milk and took a big sip with a smile at him.
The adjutant listened to the general's report of the situation expressionlessly, looked back at Zhou Qingfeng again, and pondered for a long time, saying that he had to think carefully before he could come up with a complete plan.
Zhou Qingfeng finished the cup of coffee and said, "Your Majesty General, your adjutant is good at making coffee. Can you let him make me another cup?"
The general nodded, and the adjutant came over with a sullen face to take away the cup.
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the other party's wrist and laughed softly: "You can try to increase the dose of poison and see if it can kill me.
But please, please use your brain quickly and don't waste time pointlessly. Otherwise, I won't be the one regretting it.
At the same time, I also want to ask, as an adjutant, how come you can easily take out cyanide poison? Have you brewed this kind of poisonous coffee for others before?"
The adjutant's expression changed drastically. He broke away from Zhou Qingfeng's hand and turned around to make coffee. The general also seemed to have seen a ghost and was a little out of breath.
Even Ma Keshi once again refreshed his understanding of his boss. It is strange why Zhou Qingfeng is not afraid at all?
A few minutes later, the second cup of coffee was brewed and brought over, and the plan in the adjutant's mind took shape.
"Your Majesty the General can directly give orders to the Balaklea camp and ask Colonel Isakov to send people to transport the tactical nuclear warheads stored there to Kiev in batches. The reason is that we need to transport them back to Moscow urgently.
But in order to avoid being traced later, formal orders cannot be given. The personnel guarding the nuclear bombs belong directly to Moscow, so the general can only go to the nuclear bomb storage warehouse in person and convey the orders verbally."
It sounds like a good idea, but Zhou Qingfeng always feels weird.
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