the world is at stake

A truck came from the direction of the city.When the driver saw the ice cream cone blocking the road, he poked his head out of the cab, waved his fist, and cursed in Spanish.

Chug chug... a shuttle of bullets shot into the sky.

Without saying a word, the truck driver turned around and ran away without farting.

Lao Mo and Sandra who were driving were also wrapped in a turban, standing behind Zhou Qingfeng who was holding a gun.Facing such outrageous behavior, the father and daughter who boarded the pirate ship looked at each other speechlessly and had nothing to say.

Considering that it will be dark soon, Zhou Qingfeng is worried whether the transport plane will arrive on time?After all, the custom in Latin America is to be lazy. If you say party at six o'clock, you might be the first to arrive at nine o'clock.

If it gets dark, there is no auxiliary take-off and landing facility on this road, and landing is no different from a crash.

Zhou Qingfeng kept looking at his watch, very worried.

"Victor, the plane is coming." Fadini yelled loudly while guarding the maritime satellite phone in Lao Mo's car.

What……?

Actually ahead of schedule.

Zhou Qingfeng ran to the satellite phone, and sure enough, he heard the agreed contact call sign.

Not long after, a transport plane appeared under the golden clouds in the evening, circling the identification plate made up of dozens of ice cream cones on the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng took a look through the binoculars for a while, and muttered with a strange expression: "This plane is really broken. Which cemetery did it come from?"

What flew over was a transport plane with a green military paint job, it couldn't be considered light, it should be medium.However, the paint was mottled and peeled off, revealing the yellow primer and even the true color of the body.

From this point of view, it has not been well maintained for many years, and it is used to make do with it, which is very characteristic of the backward regions in Asia and Africa.

The transport plane circled twice, and a fierce one came down, almost swooping down and hitting the road.It was not leveled again until two or 300 meters above the ground, the landing gear was lowered, and a strong airflow roared past the heads of several people on the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng was almost scared to death, he was safe all over the world, don't capsize in the gutter and die in an air crash.

But the transport plane landed on the road in a daze, taxiing for almost two kilometers before stopping.

A group of people took Lao Mo's taxi and hurriedly chased after him.

When we got to the transport plane, we saw that the tail hatch had been opened.There's a slovenly beard with a smell of motor oil sitting by the hatch...

ton ton ton...

This guy is drinking.

You don't need to get close, you can smell the strong smell of vodka from a long distance.

Zhou Qingfeng walked over with a gun in his arms.The bearded man took the initiative to speak and asked him in Chinese: "Are you Victor?"

"can you speak Chinese?"

"What's the point of learning some Chinese just to make money? It's not shabby."

The bearded Northeast spoke fluently, and kept smiling at Zhou Qingfeng. "You seem surprised, but I'm actually more surprised than you. Someone made such a big deal in Mexico."

As he said that, the bearded man stretched out a few fingers and rubbed them, and said cheerfully: "Please pay the final payment, and don't let me make this trip in vain. I know you will not be too stingy."

Zhou Qingfeng raised his head and glanced at the transport plane. It was an 'An-12' from some ghostly place.The condition is so bad that it should have been eliminated long ago.

But this thing, with a pilot who is not afraid of death, is actually flying randomly in Mexico.

Zhou Qingfeng waved, Fatini came over with a bag full of US dollars in cash, and handed it over, "Doesn't this plane need to be subject to air traffic control?"

"In the airspace of South America, as long as we avoid the American military bases, what kind of air traffic control can there be?" The bearded man opened the bag and counted, nodded in satisfaction and said, "Victor, you are very generous."

"I snatched it from the gangster casino, it was easy." Zhou Qingfeng consciously didn't ask the mysterious bearded man's identity, at most he was concerned, "Are you leaving soon?"

"Yes." The bearded man happily accepted the money, clapped his hands and shouted, "Come on, I'll unload the goods for you."

Behind the bearded man stood a few people wrapped in black robes, who remained silent all the time.They didn't stand up until it was time to unload the goods.

The cargo is fixed in the cabin with iron cables and covered with plastic sheeting, which is very stable.

Zhou Qingfeng asked Lao Mo to help, while he walked towards several men in black robes and asked, "Who is Yousufu?"

One of the men in black robes stood up and replied in English, "There is no Yusuf here."

Zhou Qingfeng's eyes widened when he heard it, because it was a woman's voice.He tried to see through the face under the black burqa, but he could only faintly see the other person's eyes flashing through the holes in the mask.

"Fatini." Zhou Qingfeng took two steps back, holding the handle of the gun.He called Miss Lulu and asked solemnly, "Who was the one who contacted you before?"

The woman in black took a half step forward and said flatly: "Don't make things difficult for this child. Yusuf is my father, but he is dead. You pay, and I will bring you a tank and work for you. Do you have any dissatisfaction?" ?”

After all, Fatini was a little afraid of Zhou Qingfeng, and she couldn't help trembling slightly when she saw the man get angry.Zhou Qingfeng always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Instead, the woman in black walked past Zhou Qingfeng, walked up to Fatini, hugged her gently, and communicated in Arabic, as if she was comforting her.The two seem to have some friendship.

The other men in black robes were also very calm, or rather resigned to their fate.Silently disassemble the lock that secures the cargo and open it.

Zhou Qingfeng's focus was on tanks after all, which was the key to the success of his next operation.Without this thing, you can only run away quickly, as far as you can.

What kind of tank is it?

Is it the most common T54 variant in the Middle East?

No.

Is it the monkey version T72 that was sold in large quantities in the Soviet Union?

Nor is it.

Is it the 'Patton' series that the Americans dumped heavily in the Middle East?

Not yet.

Could it be the 'Abrams' stolen from the dog family?

Even less likely.

Uncle Zhou's eyes widened until the dirty plastic sheet was taken apart.He actually saw...the wheels?

Wait... What I want is a tank!

The kind with tracks.

Get me an armored car and what the hell?

Wait... This armored vehicle is actually equipped with a cannon, and the caliber is not small.

But the problem is that the armored vehicle itself is too small.

Not eight rounds, not six rounds, but four rounds.

This... a small cart with a cannon on it?

"What is this?" Zhou Qingfeng was surprised and upset.He spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to get one of these things—'Bean Ding Chariot'?

"The legal 'Panhard' AML-90 tank." The black robe woman replied.

"Don't be kidding, this is an armored vehicle at best. It's not even an armored vehicle. It's too small, like a jeep." Uncle Zhou felt that he had been fooled.

But the black-robed woman didn't think so, and said in a deep voice, "It has cannons."

"How thick is the armor of this broken car? It's obviously thin-skinned. It can block medium-caliber rifle bullets, and large-caliber machine gun bullets can penetrate it."

The black-robed woman still had a cold face, and stubbornly replied: "It has guns."

"Does this thing weigh ten tons? I suspect it's only five tons. If you drive it out, the Juarez gang will die of laughter? People all over the world will come to mock me."

The black-robed woman finally couldn't bear it, and raised her voice and shouted: "Listen, it has a cannon. There is no one in Juarez with more firepower than it."

Zhou Qingfeng finally got his 'tank', but he was very dissatisfied.Roger and the thin man on the other side were even more dissatisfied.

The teasing duo had been running around all day, finally staying up until it was almost dark, hiding in a supermarket delivery van.Ma Keshi was sitting opposite the two, and the three of them looked at each other, full of words but didn't know how to say them.

For Roger and the thin man, today's drama was too absurd.This kind of overly exciting plot is replaced by the old man Fuhrman, I am afraid that he will be so excited that he will belch on the spot.

Thinking about how he had faced the muzzle of more than a dozen gangster desperadoes and survived with all his tails and tails, the two kept praising the Holy Mother, feeling powerless after the catastrophe.

Ma Keshi still had a pale face, and he was terrified in his heart.If he had known that he would encounter such a thing, he should have lived a 'peaceful' life in Newark in peace and stability, and should not have come to investigate anything at all.

"Your Victor should have been nearby at the time. He sniped Garcia and covered our escape. And now..."

Marcos paused for a moment. He felt that the situation in Juarez was out of control, and it was better not to wade into the muddy water in front of him.

"You've got to be lucky. This delivery van is driven by a friend of mine. We'll take him to the border. Cross the Rio Grande and we'll be safe."

Roger and the thin man responded, weakly, and didn't say much.

Marco wanted to ask who 'Victor' was, but he gave up after thinking about it.Now he just wants to stay away from these two teasers, and never see them again.

The car wobbled and stopped after about half an hour.

There was a sound of opening the back door of the carriage, and it was only after opening that it was dark outside.But it was not Marco Shi's friend standing outside the carriage, but several armed police officers.

"Come down." An officer stood out from among the military police and shouted fiercely, "You three idiots are dying."

What happened?

The three people in the carriage froze again—didn't they agree to escape victoriously?How did you go around and still be caught?

The three of them faced the muzzle of the gun and did not dare to move. They no longer had the tyrannical posture they had before.Roger and the thin man were even crying, and their legs were shaking when they were taken down.

"Fortunately, I was caught by the police." Rogge did not forget to comfort himself.

But Mar Keshi stared at the back of the military police with fiery eyes. His 'friend' was talking with a senior police officer.

The thin man keenly noticed this abnormality, and asked loudly, "What's wrong? Are we being betrayed?"

Several armed policemen came to search and disarmed by the way.The senior police officer opposite turned his head and sneered disdainfully.He said: "A reward of 1000 million US dollars. Who can't be tempted?"

Rogge was so angry that he screamed, and the military police who grabbed him used the butt of his gun and baton to lash at him vigorously. Three or two times, he was covered in blood and rolled on the ground.

Ma Ke snorted coldly, but could only be handcuffed by the other party.

Only the thin man gestured quickly, taking advantage of the movement made by Rogge to attract the attention of others, quietly threw an electronic beacon on the ground and buried it in the soil.

Then I can only pray to God.

"aml90"

Author's Note: This AML-90 tank is specially designed by France for ruling colonies. It is small, flexible, maneuverable, and has enough firepower to deal with weak people.But its shape is really not as good as a Jeep.

Chapter 084 Can This Be Called a Tank?

The freed fixed cables were thrown into the cabin with a clatter, and the AML-90 'Panhard' covered by plastic sheeting started by itself and slowly drove out of the tail hatch.

This car is really small, pitifully small.Uncle Zhou was so angry that he wanted to ask Yilan to return the product—it was the woman in the black robe who didn't talk much but dared to talk back.

Although the other people in black robes have been silent, they should also be women.There must be something wrong with the origins of these people.

The 'Panhard' armor is pitifully thin, only twelve millimeters at its thickest point.It is topped with a turret with a large proportion, equipped with a 90mm caliber gun, and has twenty rounds of ammunition.

The secondary weapon is a coaxial machine gun with 3000 rounds of ammunition.

The number of shells in the car was too small, so I brought another [-] rounds.

The fire control is also simple, only a night vision device and a laser rangefinder.Shooting must be stopped, let alone 'moving versus moving', there is no ability to shoot 'moving versus static'.

This is the equipment that France used half a century ago, and it is a bargain that bullies African black uncles.Its biggest advantage is only...running fast on flat ground.

"It's just inexplicable, I have become a junk collector." Uncle Zhou was furious, and kept complaining about the car.

Yilan in the black robe only replied, "I have already sacrificed my life for you. But if you kill me, you won't be refunded."

Fuck...that's harsh enough.Money is not life, invincible!

Uncle Zhou was full of complaints behind him and was forced to go back.

After loading and unloading, the bearded pilot took advantage of the last glimmer of darkness, took off again into the sky with a bag of dollar cash, and left happily.

'Panhard' is a trio, driver, gunner, commander.Yilan led his men into the chariot neatly and took the position of the commander.

"What do you want us to do?"

Elayne poked her head out of the turret, her tone unwavering.You can imagine her numb face under the veil, as if she was dedicated to fulfilling a certain mission and didn't care about the rest.

"My surroundings are almost becoming an outdoor activity camp of the Arkham Asylum. One day I will be pissed off."

Zhou Qingfeng was very discouraged. The 'Panhard' is too small a wreck, there is no extra room in the body.In other words, he, the boss, can't go up by himself.

Can't drive, can't fire, can't command, and it's useless to go up.

"Well, it's really a tank with artillery. But in terms of firepower, it's the strongest in Juárez."

Uncle Zhou also resigned to his fate.He said to Elan on the turret: "The situation is a bit troublesome now. I was going to raid a stronghold..."

Yilan interrupted suddenly, "Is it an American stronghold?"

"That's right." Zhou Qingfeng asked back, "What's wrong?"