Chapter 278 Trapped Beast

Bang..., bang..., two gunshots followed. One shot was shot before the stone hit the ground, and the other shot was shot after the stone hit the ground. The two Santos guards who were at a large angle were shot in the chest and fell to the ground unwillingly.

When the gunshot rang out, Mirta closed her eyes in fright. She clearly saw a serious foul by a gunman participating in the duel, but she didn't even have time to exclaim, Zhou Qingfeng had already thrown his hand and fired a shot, followed by another shot.

Due to the high level of mental tension and concentration, everything in front of him appeared in Mirta's mind in slow motion and was replayed repeatedly. Zhou Qingfeng shot this time quite easily, the two opponents who were supposed to shoot at the same time, unexpectedly failed to attack together. This left shot, right shot, calm and unhurried, extremely handsome!

When Mirta opened his eyes, there was a dead silence all around. Everyone looked at Zhou Qingfeng in the field with unbelievable eyes as if they had been hit by the freeze spell. Shocked, shocked, speechless, all kinds of emotions emerged one after another, until more than ten seconds later, the sound of mountains roaring and tsunami sounded again.

"Mr. Hugo won. He killed two gunmen by himself. The moment he shot was as fast as lightning, he killed the opponent after hearing only two gunshots."

"It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable! He can still win when the opponent fouls. If it were us, I'm afraid we would be sieved."

"I can now confirm that it wasn't 'Lone Wolf' Carlos who was too weak just now, it was clearly Victor Hugo who was too strong!"

"It was an unbelievable moment, I was going to explode. Only God can beat this guy, and he's our friend now."

The moment the two corpses fell, the crowd of onlookers rushed up one after another. The girls frantically hugged Zhou Qingfeng and kissed him, and the men lifted him up like a hero and cheered loudly. He was thrown into the air one after another, and the passionate Latin girl even threw her bra off one by one while laughing loudly, expressing her admiration for him.

"Hahaha..." Zhou Qingfeng also burst out laughing, seven or eight pieces of women's underwear still warm were hanging on his arms and forehead in a short while.

Seeing how popular Zhou Qingfeng was, Mirta, who was standing below, had to change his expression, all the nervousness just now turned into a burst of laughter. For a queen who controls the entire Guantanamo base, it is rare to show such emotion to a man.

It's just that in the carnival-like lively scene, Santos' face was as black as the bottom of a pot. The heavy setback gave him a sense of powerlessness and decadence. Zhou Qingfeng was like an invincible giant, making people feel depressed and depressed to death.

"Come on, let's get out of here. After destroying their base and defeating their army, we can laugh at their ignorance and arrogance as victors.

"Santos didn't even bother to collect the corpses of his subordinates. At this moment, he just wanted to leave quickly.

"Wait..." Zhou Qingfeng was carried on the shoulders by several Cubans, looking down like a king, "General Santos, are you going to admit your failure?"

The depression in old Santos's heart could turn into stones, but now two people are dueling with Zhou Qingfeng, and one person even shot him in advance without killing him. This kid's ability can no longer be explained by common sense. He did not admit it: "You have won this duel."

"Then is the conflict between us eliminated?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

When it comes to conflicts, the old Santos thought of the pain of losing his son when he was old, and how this hatred can be easily eliminated. But right now he can only nod against his will and say, "Yes, the hatred between us has been wiped out."

"Since it's been written off, why do you leave in a hurry?" Zhou Qingfeng jumped off the Cuban's shoulder, approached Santos and asked, "Do you still want to take revenge on me? Do you still want to fight?"

Decide on you ghost!

Two people can't beat you to death face to face, so how can people fight a duel?

However, Zhou Qingfeng made up his mind not to allow old Santos to leave. Instead, he kept grabbing the opponent and shaking him like a thug, and asked loudly, "Do you still want to duel? Do you still want to?"

He asked a few questions in a row, but no one from Santos answered, and no one even went to save his lord, the general, and the rest of the entourage retreated step by step. Now everyone knows that the young man in front of him is a pervert, and it would be too long to fight him.

During the pushing and shoving, the old Santos was pushed back to the temporary residence where he lived before, even the people, his subordinates and all kinds of luggage were pushed back. Zhou Qingfeng blocked the gate and shouted: "Mr. Santos, from now on, you'd better stay here for a few days. If you and your men dare to leave this house, they will fight with me, and I will be happy to accompany you to the end. !"

The Cubans onlookers were shocked again. No one thought that Zhou Qingfeng's fuss for a long time was to suppress the opponent's momentum, and he was put under house arrest by Santos and his men. Mirta reacted the fastest, and quickly approached Zhou Qingfeng and asked in a low voice, "Are the 'Aurora' Legion planning to attack Nassau?"

"Still preparing..." Zhou Qingfeng asked someone to find a chair for him, and continued to block the door of Santos' residence in such a carefree manner. Now even the old Santos himself understood that Zhou Qingfeng just didn't intend to let him go.

As soon as the door was closed, old Santos was as restless as a trapped animal. But this time he stopped yelling and cursing. Instead, he asked his subordinates to spread out the map, turn on the radio, and immediately ask the Nassau side about the situation.

Nassau replied that everything was normal, and the troops on the island were gathering according to his orders, and they could set off to attack Great Abaco Island in a few hours. The only trouble now is that Santos, as the commander, can't go back.

"Damn it!" Old Santos didn't expect to come back to take over a batch of equipment, and came to persuade him to surrender, but it turned out like this. Some of his subordinates suggested that Havana should send another person to command the battle. He immediately raised his hand and slapped him, cursing, "Send another person to take my place?"

After annoyed, Santos gritted his teeth again and comforted himself: "It doesn't matter, I can command the battle even if I don't go back. As long as there is a radio station to communicate, it is no different from being there in person. The military power I can control now is far more than that of the 'Aurora Legion' Strong, you can still win!"

In the past two weeks, a large number of people have gone to Great Abaco Island to find work. Although the "Aurora Legion" has established an island-wide patrol system, it still cannot prevent people from sneaking in and out for investigation. The basic strength of the island cannot be concealed from others.

On paper, Zhou Qingfeng and others have already used all their strength to expand their power. But what they have in their hands is a large population, not an army, and their technical equipment has not improved significantly. At least they still do not have professional warships, which is a major flaw.

And Santos's newly acquired tank landing ship "Bunker Hill" is enough to sweep the entire Bahamas waters. Santos still maintained his confidence in this. He clenched his fists at the map and encouraged himself: "What's the use of Victor Hugo stopping me? As long as the 'Aurora Legion' can be crushed, I'm willing to die." (To be continued .) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: