The bragging contest ended with Zhou Qingfeng's complete victory, and the personnel on the 'committee' side seemed to have unsmooth stool, and they were extremely uncomfortable. Chairman Canel had to listen to a historical legend about the 'Beacon Opera Princes', and then hastily ended the tour.

Zhou Qingfeng was arranged at the Four Seasons Hotel by Miami Beach, and the mansion-style luxury suite was specially packed for him. He was accompanied by more than 20 people, all experts in the negotiations and operations.

After settling in, Clooney immediately ordered his men to search the suite's surroundings for a few crappy third-rate bugs, and then immediately reported the status of the operation to the Enclave headquarters, especially the airport.

Raymond, as his deputy, brought the evaluation team to contact the 'committee' side of the committee. Transport planes carrying M270 rocket launchers will soon arrive, barter trade will begin immediately, and the goods and personnel to be exchanged will be waiting to be registered, and the work will be extremely busy.

"Mr. Hugo, we are understaffed, and I am afraid that we will not be able to complete the entire barter transaction in a short time." Raymond had looked at the list of planes on the airport, and to get dozens or even hundreds of planes to follow, his manpower was simply not enough.

Zhou Qingfeng is sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window at the moment watching the night view of Miami, and the 'dog meat' is lazily lying at his feet, looking harmless to humans and animals. Hearing Raymond's reminder, he smiled and said, "The work doesn't have to be so delicate, I don't plan to make this deal really happen."

There is only one sample of the M270 rocket launcher for the Cubans to see, 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, where the fuel is, and who the guards are assigned and who commands them. I'm afraid we're going to end up killing people and snatching those planes.

Second, to find out where the pilots and ground crews who are under the control of the 'committee' are being held, and we need them to help us get the plane away. There are also all kinds of technology and technical people who are worth taking with us, and these people are very valuable.

Third, organize the take-off and landing of Nassau Airport, and if Nassau Airport cannot be parked, we must find a way to transfer the plane to other places. If you can't do it, let the plane fly to Lyward Airport in Guantanamo.

Do these three things well, and when the time comes, I will give the order to do it. By the way, don't tell the Enclave about this, we're not with them. We don't need to be very elaborate in our work, but we need to be fast enough at critical times. ”

Listening to Zhou Qingfeng confide in his specific plans, Raymond was stunned for a while before he reacted. He nodded and said secretly: I thought that Mr. Hugo had suddenly become a rule, and this style of forcible seizure was normal!

Waiting for Raymond to leave, the Erin Ellie sisters hurriedly ran into Zhou Qingfeng's suite. Sister Ellie shouted, "Victor, can you be merciful?" ”

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qingfeng asked strangely. The two sisters are natural optimists, giggling in whatever they do. But the two little girls had tears in their eyes, obviously crying. "Who bullied you?"

"Please, save someone, the guy we had in the shooting competition last night. If no one saved him, his family would not have survived. Sister Ellie grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's arm and shook it vigorously, and her sister Erin behind also held her hands and pleaded.

"The gunman next to José with Mosin Nagant?"

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

"What's wrong with him?"

"Because he didn't win last night's race, he was blinded in his right eye and his hands were broken. The family was left on the streets, and it seemed that they would not survive. Victor, now only you can save him. ”

Zhou Qingfeng flew to Miami at noon, and after visiting the airport, he settled in the hotel, and the time was already night. Since general order had been restored in Miami, the twin sisters, under the protection of the guards, asked to go to the beach to play, only to see a begging family outside the hotel.

"Blind in one eye and broken in two hands, this kind of person ......." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to say, 'I sympathize and regret this, but I am not a benevolent church, and I do not accept waste'. But the first time the sisters begged him, he decided to look at the deposed gunman.

Soon, a man named Richard appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng with his wife and son. Last night, this man was confident and free-spirited, but now he is hunched on his back, with a gauze covering his right eye wrapped around his head, and his hands wrapped around strips of cloth, trembling.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't have to think about it, and knew that this person must have been completely abolished under Jose's anger. He was hesitating what to do, when Richard, who was already half-crippled, suddenly knelt down and pleaded in a sad voice: "Mr. Hugo, please give me a chance, as long as I recover from my injuries, I am still a good gunman." I swear to God that I will be loyal to you and will never betray. ”

The old Mosin Nagant was still on Richard's back, tucked away like a treasure in a long pouch. Zhou Qingfeng had some sympathy for this person, but he still asked suspiciously: "You are blind in one eye, can you still shoot?" ”

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

The rifle, which was more than 100 years old, was also damaged like its owner. The sight shattered, the butt broke, and a wire barely joined the two broken parts together.

"Can it still be used if it is broken like this?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Absolutely." Richard was still very sure.

Zhou Qingfeng's suite has a large balcony, and Richard pointed a gun at a trash can 300 meters away from the balcony, "I'm going to hit the wine bottle next to the trash can." ”

However, this aim was only two or three minutes, and Richard's fingers were hit hard, and as the muscles were exerted, the palms were deformed, and his forehead was quickly sweating profusely. What's worse is that the muzzle of his gun is shaking, and he can't aim at the target at all.

The tremendous pressure made Richard sweat all over, and since the scope was rotten, he had to dismantle the scope and rely entirely on mechanical sights to hit targets three hundred meters away, which made it even more difficult. After looking at the old man for a long time, he still didn't have the certainty of his hit.

The Erin Ellie sisters hugged each other tightly, and they could guess that if this shot could not be hit, the Richard family would not be able to stay, which was a matter of life and death for the three of them.

After looking at it for five or six minutes, Richard's son suddenly came up, pulled the corner of his father's clothes, and said crisply, "Dad, let me try." ”

Richard's son was only about ten years old, a tiger-headed child, and he was very strong. After he took the initiative to take over his father's duties, Richard looked at Zhou Qingfeng and didn't seem to object, so he handed the broken Mosin Nagant to his son, and said in a deep voice: "Be calm, do what your father usually teaches you, and you will definitely be able to hit." ”

The child nodded sensibly, picked up their ancestral rifle and aimed it for a long time before pulling the trigger. There was a bang, and the bullet hit the side of the trash can three hundred meters away, but it didn't hit the target bottle.

The child's face suddenly turned pale, and the entire suite fell silent. However, Richard, as a father, was comforting him while crying, "It's okay, child, you played well, really good!" ”

"But I didn't hit!" The child said miserably. He turned his head and said weakly to Zhou Qingfeng, "Sir, can you let me shoot two more bullets?" The gun is broken and not very easy to aim. ”

The life and death of this family were in the hands of Zhou Qingfeng, and everyone in the suite looked nervously at Zhou Qingfeng on the sofa. But he said to Erin: "Go and get my M107A2, I don't think I have any talent as a sniper, so a good gun should always find a good gunner." (To be continued.) )