Rise of the Wasteland

The 'San Diego Military Alliance' is a joint force composed of more than ten teams. The leader Federow is the most powerful, but it is his wife Mirta who controls the entire 'Alliance'. Because of her ability, this woman who is used to wearing a black veil mask has a high prestige in the Confederacy.

Now, the entire 'Alliance' is facing major troubles of collapse, and it has relatively strong military forces, but it is unable to cause a fatal blow to the enemy. The longer the delay, the harder it will be. In this case, the entire Confederate heartfelt.

Mirta has his own small independent office with a dozen guards and escorts. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng actually ran to her office, she could only hold back the anger in her heart, and her opponent ordered: "Go and make a cup of tea for Mr. Hugo."

The tea came up, and soon Zhou Qingfeng and Mirza with the black veil remained in the small office. He held up the tea cup and blew it. He took a sip and found that it was far from the green tea that the Chinese are accustomed to, and added good polysaccharides to it.

"Speak your request, be rational," Milta said coldly.

"Reason? I think my request is very sensible." Zhou Qingfeng put down the tea cup in his hand and said, "Ma'am, you think my request is too much, so we can cooperate in a different way. We can attack Havana first Set aside, let's talk about something else.

I asked for a C-130 transport plane, full of fuel in the tank and full of sugar in the warehouse. Cuba is rich in sugar, and you must have it. I will transport you a hundred tons of grain with a transport plane, and then we will exchange one C-130 with one hundred tons of grain, and keep trading, what do you think? "

Milta laughed immediately: "Are you crazy? A C-130 transport plane is worth 30 million US dollars. This is enough to buy 10,000 tons of food. You only give me a hundred tons now, and I still have to pay for the fuel And goods, do you think I answer? "

Zhou Qingfeng shrugged and said helplessly: "Ma'am, you are right, but what about that? I've tried my best to satisfy you, but you need to understand that food is more valuable than a transport plane now. Food can make people live Go down, the transport plane will not work. "

Mirta stared at Zhou Qingfeng indifferently, and said, "A transport plane exchanges 500 tons of grain. I will equip you with fuel and sugar, and you will stay hostage. Without the grain, I will kill you."

"This is an excessive demand." Zhou Qingfeng sneered and shook his head. He simply stood up and walked out, "Ma'am, your request exceeded my threshold. I finally offered you a price, a transport plane for 150 tons of food, but you must first give me the entire fleet, Filled with fuel and sugar, I stayed hostage. "

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was about to leave, Mirta's eyes flickered fast, her hands were pressed **** the table, her knuckles were white. She first shouted to the guard: "Stop him."

Several female soldiers with bulging chests stood up again, and their eyes stopped in front of Zhou Qingfeng. And he was not afraid at all, grinning and gazing at it with interest, seeming to remember something.

Mirta stood up, pacing in the office constantly, feeling extremely entangled. She hesitated for a long time and asked uncomfortably: "Victor Hugo, you're offending me like this one after another, don't you worry that I ordered you to be killed?"

"Hehe ..." Zhou Qingfeng's palms were caressing the faces of several female soldiers, looking at the angry appearance of each other, but he said with great confidence: "I am sure you can't kill me."

"Arrogant man!" Mirta snorted, and at last seemed extremely distressed and extremely determined. "You can take all twelve C-130 fleets. We can all meet the sugar you want, but I only I can give you half the fuel. Also, we must deliver food as soon as possible. "

Half the fuel? Zhou Qingfeng made an estimate and nodded, "Okay, half is half."

Time is tight and we cannot afford to delay too much. Zhou Qingfeng smiled and turned back, clasping hands with this lady who likes to wear a veil. Mirta was trying to ask how the specific plan should proceed, but he shouted and called in his deputy Raymond and his four or five people.

"Don't mind if I take up your office, do you co-work? This will increase efficiency." Zhou Qingfeng asked.

It ’s all here, what else do you mind? Mirta had to nod. She wondered what Zhou Qingfeng could do with these men. But the next scene shocked everyone at Guantanamo Base Command.

Squeezing together to form a few tables at random, Raymond's team turned on several radio stations and computers, and quickly reached multiple targets thousands of miles away via satellite. They didn't have much speech, but just kept typing commands on the keyboard according to Zhou Qingfeng's instructions.

"What the **** are you doing?" Mirta asked.

"I'm calling my pilots and ground staff, please tell the airport to prepare for a small fleet immediately, and please prepare all C-130 transport aircraft, if possible, please fill up in advance. Our There is really not much time. "

Zhou Qingfeng explained it and asked politely, "It's presumptuous, I don't know your name yet?"

"My name is Mirta, the wife of General Federow." Seeing Zhou Qingfeng reaching out, Mirta thought the other party would shake hands again, but who knew that her hand was held by Zhou Qingfeng and he sent it to his mouth. Gentleman (perverted).

Mirta pulled back angrily, but had to cooperate with Zhou Qingfeng's request. She soon discovered that Zhou Qingfeng's assistants were extremely efficient. This small team contacted multiple workers at the same time and began to coordinate each other's work. Even the Cubans in the base were mobilized by them.

"How did you recruit these people? I really envy you for having such a professional team ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Mirta said," I wish I had such a team. "

Zhou Qingfeng just smiled lightly, forcing him not to explain. However, Raymond, who was in charge of the small team, had some internal injuries. He turned out to be a noble Wall Street elite with a salary of hundreds of thousands a year!

The team casually pointed out that a person has extraordinary origins and abilities. As a result, he just mingled with Zhou Qingfeng just to eat a full stomach, and he was willing, fart, fare, loyal, and could not drive away. To be heartbroken and unbearable.

Looking at Zhou Qingfeng's mysterious and smug smile, Mirta was sad. Every day she has to work hard to manage her staff. The key is that she really can't find a few talents. Cuban intellectuals are either in the army or the government, and there are few left after the cataclysm.

After a while of contact, Raymond reported to Zhou Qingfeng: "Mr. Hugo, our plan has officially started. Ms. Ruiwen said that she will send you in person."

"Okay, I'll meet her at the airport." Zhou Qingfeng heard this, and her heart was already blooming with laughter. He shouted silently in his mind: The plan of Laozi's empty gloves White Wolf is finally about to begin! (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: