Chapter 296: Father and Son

The bragging contest ended with Zhou Qingfeng's complete victory, and the members of the 'committee' seemed to be having difficulty defecating, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Chairman Carnell had to listen to a historical legend about the "Princes of Fenghuo Opera", and then hastily ended the tour.

Zhou Qingfeng was arranged to stay at the Four Seasons Hotel near Miami Beach, and the mansion-style luxury suite was specially arranged for him. More than 20 people who accompanied him also lived in, all experts in this negotiation and action.

After settling down, Clooney immediately ordered his subordinates to search the environment of the suite. After finding a few crappy third-rate bugs, he immediately reported the status of the operation to the 'Enclave' headquarters, especially what he saw at the airport.

As the deputy, Raymond led the evaluation team to contact the 'committee'. The transport plane carrying the m270 rocket launcher will arrive soon, and the barter trade will start immediately. The goods and personnel to be exchanged are waiting to be registered and recorded, and the work is extremely busy.

"Mr. Hugo, we are short of manpower, and I'm afraid we won't be able to complete the entire barter transaction in a short period of time." Raymond looked at the list of planes at the airport, and if he wanted to get dozens or even hundreds of planes to follow, he could rely on his strength There are simply not enough staff.

Zhou Qingfeng was sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the moment watching the night view of Miami, and the 'dog meat' lay lazily at his feet, looking harmless to humans and animals. Hearing Raymond's reminder, he laughed and said, "The work doesn't have to be so delicate, I didn't even intend to make this deal happen.

There is only one set of samples of the m270 rocket launcher for those Cubans to see, and no more arms will be shipped over in the future. There are three things you have to do.

First, find out where the planes controlled by the Cubans of the "committee" are located, where the fuel is, and the arrangement and commander of the guards. I'm afraid we'll end up killing people and grabbing those planes.

Second, find out where the pilots and ground crews controlled by the "committee" are being held. We need them to help us drive the plane away. There are also all kinds of technology and technical personnel that are worth taking away, and these people are very valuable.

Third, organize the take-off and landing work at Nassau Airport. If Nassau Airport cannot be parked, find a way to transfer the plane to other places. If it doesn't work, let the plane fly to Liward Airport in Guantanamo Bay.

Do these three things well, and when the time is right, I will order to do it. By the way, don't tell the 'Enclave' people about this, we are not with them. We don't need to make things so fine, but we need to move fast enough at critical times. "

Hearing Zhou Qingfeng reveal his specific plan, Raymond was stunned for a while before he realized it. After he nodded and retreated, he thought to himself: I thought that Mr. Hugo suddenly became more disciplined, and this style of grabbing is normal!

After Raymond left, the two sisters, Irene and Ellie, hurried into Zhou Qingfeng's suite. Ellie, the younger sister, yelled, "Victor, please have mercy?"

"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng asked strangely. These two sisters are born optimists, no matter what they do, they are laughing and joking. But now the two little girls had tears in their eyes, obviously they had cried before. "Who bullied you?"

"Please save one person, the guy who had a shooting competition with us last night. If no one saves him, his family will not survive." Ellie, the younger sister, grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's arm and shook it vigorously. Erin also clasped her hands and begged.

"The gunman next to Jose with the Mosin Nagant?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's him."

"What's up with him?"

"Because he didn't win the match last night, someone stabbed his right eye for aiming, and his hands were broken. The whole family was left on the street, and it seemed that they couldn't survive. Victor, only you can save him now."

Zhou Qingfeng set off to fly to Miami at noon. After visiting the airport, he settled down at the hotel, and it was already night. Since Miami has restored a general order, the twin sisters asked to play on the beach under the protection of the guards.

As a result, I saw a family begging outside the hotel.

"One eye was blind and two hands were broken. This kind of person..." Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to say, "I sympathize with and regret this, but I am not a philanthropist, and I don't take in trash." But the first time the sisters begged him, he decided to take a look at the decommissioned gunman.

Soon, a man named Li Cha appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng with his wife and son. Last night, this man was confident and free and easy, but now he is hunched over, his head is wrapped with a gauze covering his right eye, his hands are wrapped in cloth strips, trembling.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't need to think too much, he also knew that this person must have been completely abolished under Jose's wrath. He was hesitating what to do when the half-disabled Li Cha suddenly knelt down and begged sadly: "Mr. Hugo, please give me a chance. As long as I recover from my injuries, I will still be a good shooter. I swear loyalty to God." For you, I will never betray you."

The old Mosin Nagant was still carried behind Li Cha's back, stored in the long pouch like a baby. Zhou Qingfeng had some sympathy for this man, but he still asked suspiciously: "You are blind in one eye, can you still shoot?"

"Yes." Li Cha said affirmatively, gritted his teeth. He took his rifle out of the gun bag, took off the cloth strips from his hands, and held up the rifle with bloody fingers, wanting to prove it to Zhou Qingfeng.

The hundred-year-old rifle had been damaged just like its owner. The scope was shattered, the butt was broken, and a piece of wire held the two broken pieces together.

"Can it still be used after it's broken like this?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"It's definitely possible." Li Cha was still very sure.

Zhou Qingfeng's suite has a large balcony. Li Cha aimed his gun at a trash can 300 meters away from the balcony, "I want to open the wine bottle next to the trash can."

However, this aiming took only two or three minutes. Li Cha's fingers were hit hard, and with the force of his muscles, his palms were deformed, and his forehead was sweating profusely in pain. What was even worse was that his muzzle was shaking and he couldn't aim at the target at all.

The tremendous pressure made Li Cha drenched in sweat. Since the scope was rotten, he had to remove the scope and rely entirely on the mechanical sight to hit the target 300 meters away, which made it even more difficult. After aiming for a long time, he was still not sure of hitting it.

The two sisters, Irene and Ellie, hugged each other tightly. They could guess that if the shot failed to hit, the Li Cha family might not be able to stay. This could be related to the life and death of the three of them.

After staring at it for five or six minutes, Li Cha's son suddenly came up, pulled his father's clothes, and said crisply: "Father, let me try."

Li Cha's son is only about ten years old, a child with a thick head and a thick head, and he looks very strong. After he took the initiative to take over his father's duties, Li Cha looked at Zhou Qingfeng and seemed to have no objection, so he handed the broken Mosin Nagant to his son, and said in a deep voice: "Calm down, do as Dad usually teaches you , you can definitely hit it."

The child nodded sensiblely, picked up their family's ancestral rifle, aimed it for a long time, and then pulled the trigger. There was a bang, and the bullet hit the side of the trash can three hundred meters away, but missed the target wine bottle.

The child's face suddenly turned pale, and the entire suite fell into dead silence. On the contrary, Li Cha, the father, was comforting him while weeping, "It's okay, son, you played well, really well!"

"But I missed!" the child said miserably. He turned his head and said weakly to Zhou Qingfeng: "Sir, can I fire two more bullets? This gun is already broken, and it's not easy to aim."

The life and death of this family were in Zhou Qingfeng's hands again, and everyone in the suite looked nervously at Zhou Qingfeng on the sofa. But he pouted, and told Irene: "Go and get my m107a1, I don't think I have much sniper talent, so a good gun should find a good shooter." (To be continued. )