Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 296: Father and son
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The bragging contest ended with a Zhou Qingfeng's victory. The members of the ‘committee’ seemed to have uncomfortable bowel movements, which was extremely uncomfortable. Chairman Carnell had to listen to a historical legend about the princes of the flames of war, and then ended the tour hastily.
Zhou Qingfeng is arranged at the Four Seasons Hotel by the side of Miami Beach, and the luxurious mansion-style suites are properly packed for him. More than twenty people who accompanied him also lived in, all experts in this negotiation and action.
After settling down, Clooney immediately ordered his staff to conduct a search of the suite environment, found several crappy third-rate bugs, and then immediately informed the headquarters of ‘Enclave’ about the operation, especially the airport.
As a deputy, Raymond took the assessment team and contacted people from the ‘committee’. The transport plane carrying the M270 rocket artillery will soon arrive, and the barter trade will begin immediately. The goods and personnel to be exchanged are waiting to be registered and made, and the work is extremely busy.
"Mr. Hugo, we are understaffed, I am afraid that we cannot complete the entire barter transaction in a short time." Raymond has read the list of aircraft on the airport. His manpower is not enough.
Zhou Qingfeng is sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the moment watching the night view of Miami. ‘DogMeat’ lazily lying at his feet looks harmless to humans and animals. Hearing Raymond's reminder, he smiled and said, "The work doesn't have to be so delicate, I didn't even plan to actually make this deal.
There is only one set of samples for the M270 rocket artillery to be displayed to those Cubans, and no more arms will be shipped in the future. There are three things you need to do.
First, find out where the Cuban-controlled planes of the ‘Committee’ are located, where the fuel is, the placement of the guards and the commander. We may eventually want to kill people and grab those planes.
Second, find out where the pilots and ground crews controlled by the ‘committee’ are being held. We need them to help us fly away. There are also various scientific and technical personnel worthy of us to take away, these people are very valuable.
Third, organize the take-off and landing of the Nassau airport. If the Nassau airport cannot be parked, we must find a way to transfer the aircraft to other places. If this is not possible, let the plane fly to Guantánamo Bay's Livold Airport.
Do these three things well, and I will order it when the time is right. By the way, do n’t tell the people of ‘Enclave’ that we are not with them. We don't need to make things more precise, but to move fast enough at critical times. "
Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's specific plans, Raymond froze for a while before reacting. He nodded and retreated. He thought that Mr. Hugo had suddenly become disciplined. This style of winning is normal!
When Raymond left, the Irene Ellie sisters hurried into the Zhou Qingfeng's suite. My sister Ellie yelled, "Victor, can you be merciful or not?"
"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng asked strangely. These two sisters are born optimistic, no matter what they do. But these two girls had tears in the corners of their eyes, apparently crying. "Who bullied you?"
"Please save someone, the guy who was shooting with us last night. If no one saves him, his family will not survive." The younger sister Ellie grabbed the Zhou Qingfeng's's arm and shook her arms. The older sister Irene also pleaded with his hands.
"The gunner with Mosin Nagan around Jose?"
"Yes, yes, yes, it's him."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Because he did n’t win last night ’s game, the right eye he used to aim was blinded and his two hands were broken. The family was thrown on the street and it was about to happen Can't live anymore. Victor, only you can save him now. "
Zhou Qingfeng departed for Miami at noon. After visiting the airport, it settled into the hotel. It was already late at night. As Miami has returned to general order, the twin sisters, under the protection of the guards, demanded to go to the beach and saw a begging family outside the hotel.
"Blinded one eye and cut off both hands, this kind of person ..." Zhou Qingfeng would like to say ‘I have sympathy and regret for this, but I am not a charitable person and do not accept waste’. But the sisters begged him for the first time, he decided to look at the gunner that had been scrapped.
Soon, a man named Richard appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng with his wife and son. Last night, the man was still confident and free and easy, but now he was hunkering back, with a gauze covering his right eye wrapped around his head, and his hands wrapped around the cloth, trembling.
Zhou Qingfeng doesn't need to think about it, and knows that this person must have been completely abolished under Jose's anger. He was hesitating about how to deal with it. Richard, who was already half-dead, knelt down suddenly and begged mournfully: "Mr. Hugo, please give me a chance, as long as I have a good wound, I will still be a good gunner. I swear to God You, never betray. "
The old-fashioned Mosin Nagan was still behind his Richard and was put in a long gun pocket like a baby. Zhou Qingfeng has sympathy for this person, but he still asked with suspicion: "You blind one eye, can you still shoot?"
"Yes." Richard said with a gritted tooth. He took his rifle out of the gun pocket, took apart the cloth from his hands, and held up the rifle with **** fingers. He wanted to prove it to Zhou Qingfeng.
The old rifle with a history of more than 100 years was also destroyed like its owner. The sight was broken, the buttstock was broken, and a wire barely connected the broken two parts together.
"It can be used if broken?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"It must be." Richard is still very sure.
The Zhou Qingfeng's suite has a large balcony. Richard pointed a gun at a trash can 300 meters away from the balcony. "I want to hit the wine bottle next to the trash can."
However, this aiming took two or three minutes. The fingers of Richard were severely beaten. As the muscles were strained, the palms were deforming, and the forehead was sweating with pain. What's more terrible is that his muzzle is shaking, unable to aim at all.
The tremendous pressure made Richard sweaty. Because the sight was rotten, he had to remove the sight and rely entirely on the mechanical sight to hit the target 300 meters away, which made it even more difficult. Looking at the old man for a long time, he still didn't have the confidence to hit.
The two sisters Irene Ellie hugged each other tightly. They could guess that if the gun could not be hit, the Richard family would not be able to stay, which was related to the life and death of three people.
After five or six minutes of sighting, Richard ’s son suddenly came up, pulling his father ’s clothes, and said crisply, "Dad, let me try."
The son of Richard is only about ten years old. After he took the initiative to take over his father ’s duties, Richard looked at Zhou Qingfeng and he did not seem to object, so he handed over the broken Mosinagan to his son, Shen Sheng said: "Be calm, follow what Dad usually teaches you. You must be able to hit. "
The child nodded sensiblely, picked up his family's ancestor rifle and took a long time to pull the trigger. With a bang, the bullet hit the edge of the trash can 300 meters away, but it didn't hit the target wine bottle.
The child's face suddenly turned pale, and the entire suite fell silent. Instead, as a father, Richard was crying while comforting him, "It ’s okay, boy, you played well, really good!"
"But I missed it!" the child said miserably. He turned his head and said weakly to Zhou Qingfeng: "Sir, can I have two more bullets? This gun is broken, it's not easy to aim."
The life and death of this family member is again in the hands of Zhou Qingfeng's, everyone in the suite is nervously watching Zhou Qingfeng on the sofa. However, he said to Irene, "Go and get my M107A1. I don't think I have the talent of a sniper, so a good gun should always find a good gunner." (To be continued.)