Chapter 286 Dancing?

"Do you want to implement a beheading tactic?"

"I guess the Cubans should lack heavy weapons, such as a few m270 heavy rocket launchers, they must be interested."

"Our 'Aurora Legion' will come forward to negotiate with high-level Cuban people in Florida. After confirming the news, you can take off fighter jets and drop a few guided bombs or something? The cost is not high, and the benefits are great."

A few simple words from Zhou Qingfeng caused the suspicious Clooney to fall into deep thought. After a long time, he asked, "How sure are you?"

"Two or three points."

"That's too little."

"It's not bad, it's just a few rocket launchers. You can also tamper with the equipment so that these things can only complete a small number of tests, so as to prevent them from hitting you back."

Clooney was silent for a while again, "I need to report this to the headquarters."

"Then you'd better hurry up, I'll go talk to those guys who call themselves the 'committee'." Zhou Qingfeng went privately to find the Cuban José who was mediating.

The old man was still as arrogant as ever. He leaned on a deck chair and pointed at the stool at hand, he said with a smile: "Young man, I thought you would come to me in two days. I didn't expect you to be so impatient. "

"I guess your 'committee' is trying to integrate the three largest Cuban forces at present, and you want to squeeze us out." Zhou Qingfeng did not sit down, but looked down at Jose, and said: "Your ideas are good, but you have to" If the Aurora Legion doesn't make trouble, we have to consider our interests."

The old man Jose's face suddenly turned cold, "Young man, your power is not worth mentioning at all, what qualifications do you have to discuss interests with us?"

"Do you want some US military standard heavy weapons? For example, m270a2 multiple rocket launcher system. I have a complete company in my hand, and I still have a lot of ammunition." Zhou Qingfeng threw out the bait.

The old man Jose frowned, and he was really interested. He questioned, "Are you willing to sell this kind of thing?"

"Of course there are conditions. First of all, we require the acquisition of all large passenger aircraft in your hands, as well as related pilots, ground staff and accessories. This acquisition project must start immediately. We paid with fuel before, and now it is the same with heavy weapons. .

Second, I demand all the researchers at the University of Florida School of Computing and their supercomputer code-named 'Volcano' in their underground computer room.

In the end, I asked for this series of transactions to be completed within five days. "

Zhou Qingfeng's requirements were more stringent than the other, especially the last one. If these acquisitions were to be completed, five days would definitely not be enough. This made the old man Jose frowned even more, "Your request is very strange."

"Of course I have my own considerations. If you are interested, our 'Aurora Legion' can quickly deliver the weapons you need, but this condition is limited to these two days, and it will not wait until it is overdue." Zhou Qingfeng did not deliberately explain, and threw down Leave after a series of requirements and conditions.

The reason why Zhou Qingfeng wanted to risk such a thing a few days before the arrival of the nuclear bomb was that his biggest target was the 'Volcano' supercomputer at the University of Florida. According to the data stored in his armband computer, the 'Volcano' is the central node of network communication for the entire southern United States. The supercomputer itself is valuable, and the data stored in it is even more precious.

Zhou Qingfeng wants to restart civilization after nuclear, biological and chemical weapons wiped out the world, so he must use these precious data. What is even more eye-catching is that this supercomputer also stores a lot of secrets of the US defense industry and cutting-edge technology, and it can benefit people a lot if they are randomly extracted.

After putting forward his own ideas and requests, Zhou Qingfeng could only wait silently for the reply from 'Enclave' and the Cubans. The attitude has been expressed, and then he will wait silently, not in a hurry.

And it is the Cuban "alliance" side that is also under pressure. As the leader of the 'Alliance', in order to ease the current tense atmosphere, General Federo announced that he would hold a dance that night to entertain friends from all sides.

When it was said that a dance party was going to be held, Zhou Qingfeng didn't feel it, but the Cubans in Guantanamo became excited. For Latinos, a day without dancing, booze, and partying is doom in itself. Hearing the word prom, they couldn't wait to twist their bodies.

The dance party is a buffet style, and the place is in the open-air cinema of the military base, where the venue is open and can accommodate thousands of people dancing at the same time. Although there are not very good material conditions, the Cubans still tried their best to hold this rare carnival moment.

As a distinguished guest, it was Ms. Mirta herself who came to invite Zhou Qingfeng. And when he heard that a dance party was going to be held, he thought it was just eating and drinking, but the lady with an enchanting figure asked him: "Do you have a dance partner?"

"Dancing partner?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the 'dog meat' who was always by his side, and thought to himself: I only have a dog partner.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's expression, Mirta also knew that he had said something wrong. The young man in front of him did not bring women to Guantanamo, "You can ask the girls around you to accompany you to the ball."

"Uh...but I can't dance." Zhou Qingfeng shrugged.

This surprised Mirta. In the eyes of Latinos, what is the difference between a person who cannot dance and a disabled person?

"Not at all?"

"Not really at all."

"There will definitely be countless girls who want to dance with you tonight, but if you use this excuse to get rid of them, I think you will become the most annoying man in the entire base tomorrow."

"But..." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to say: I really never learned how to dance! I was born poor, and it was expensive to learn to dance. You must know that apart from those who are professional in art, few Chinese men can really dance.

But Mirta turned around and left without listening to Zhou Qingfeng's explanation at all. And when the hostess left, several girls came to ask to be Zhou Qingfeng's dance partner tonight. Seeing seven or eight beautiful Cuban female soldiers staring at him, he really couldn't say that he couldn't dance.

"What should I do? Could it be that I just stayed in my room and didn't go anywhere when other people attended the ball?" Zhou Qingfeng felt that if he really didn't fit in so well, he might have no friends right away. Maybe the female soldiers who have sex every day will leave him.

"Or I just went to the dance scene and wandered around, watching others twist their bodies crazily, venting their emotions to their heart's content, while I stood on the sidelines like a pillar, dazed as if under a hold spell."

It sounds a little feasible, but high coldness is not so cold. As a hero who aspires to 'self-cultivation, family harmony, governance of the country, and peace of the world', social occasions are an unavoidable place.

If it is in China, any trouble is solved at the dinner table. But Zhou Qingfeng lives in a western society, and any troubles are solved in various gatherings.

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't find a solution after thinking about it, and lamented in his heart: "It's over, I can only fight and kill, and I haven't added any skill points in art!" (To be continued.)