The Jones flew to Europe, and Zhou Qingfeng was still'picking up rubbish' in the Davis Mengshan base. He was as proficient as the devil on internal and external collusion, and the management personnel in the base were dragged into the water one by one.
The aircraft cemetery is large, but the essence is not the retired fighters placed in the open area, but the warehouse of the base's "regeneration and maintenance group". The members of this group can also be called'trash guys'.
At noon of the day, a container truck swaggered to the sentry box at the entrance of the base. The non-commissioned officer in the sentry box would check the driver's certificate as usual, but in exchange for a sentence of'I am from the'Shengguang' waste recycling company, I'm looking for Lieutenant Colonel Tesen. '
The noncommissioned officer with the rank of sergeant stared at the driver wearing sunglasses and grabbed the walkie-talkie at his hand to report: "Lieutenant Colonel Texen, the garbage collector is here, driving a container truck."
Simply responding, the guard box sergeant put down the phone, and his eyes immediately became fierce. He held the holster around his waist and shouted to the driver: "Come down and get checked."
Without any accident, the driver obediently raised his hands and got out of the car. The non-commissioned officer took a few soldiers to search him up and down, in and out, without even letting go of the container truck, and thoroughly opened the compartment for inspection.
Without finding anything suspicious, the sergeant didn't forget to approach the driver's face and shouted threateningly: "Listen, don't mess with me, otherwise no one can save it."
The driver didn't say much from start to finish, just brought a suitcase. He was escorted into a jeep by the non-commissioned officer and entered the base. As for the container truck, a soldier drove it to the parking lot.
The transaction is not that simple. When the driver entered the base, he was locked up in the confinement room, and was severed from the outside world for two consecutive days. He hadn't had a drop of water for these two days, and the suitcase he was carrying was also taken away.
The non-commissioned officer in charge of the custody will come to'fatigue interrogation' every few hours to inquire about the so-called conspiracy. It's just that the driver who turned into a slave is calmer than anyone else. He doesn't say a word, only that he is here to pay for the goods, and he doesn't know anything else.
In the confinement room, the interrogation roar of the non-commissioned officer vibrated back and forth. Several soldiers involved in the incident drank drinks outside and looked through the latest "Playboy" special issue.
"Oh hoo hoo..., the mixed-race chick named Halle Berry is good, I like her brown skin. This figure is really hot, it's really amazing."
"Forget it, this chick is not famous at all. The well-known Hollywood actresses are not willing to take off. The FBI finds some unknown people to fool us. The bomber should have another vote to remind those idiots."
"Who said that she is not famous, doesn't Brooke Xiaosi count? I like her wavy and curly hair, and her... Hahaha, I didn't expect to see her appear on "Hua Hua" one day. Special issue of "Prince"."
"Forget it, it's not that I hit you. Brooke Xiaosi was on the cover of "Playboy" at the age of ten. Your dream lover is not as pure as you thought. Of course, the shame is not as big as the current group. ."
"**, are you kidding me. On the cover of "Playboy" at the age of ten? How is this possible? I don't believe it, I definitely don't believe it."
"Can we discuss this woman named Cindy Crawford. I have no impression of her, but she has a very good figure. Can anyone tell me what movies this girl made?"
"I want to see Juliet Roberts's portrait, but she publicly stated that she would not take it. When the country is in danger, she only cares about herself. Is this considered unpatriotic?"
"Yes, Hollywood actresses should be required to show whether they are patriotic or not, otherwise we won't watch the movies they make."
A few soldiers held a "Playboy" special issue, and they leaned forward with a smile, and they were eager to read it. After watching them, they praised God and the shit bombers loudly, and the only anger had long since vanished.
The sound of army boots suddenly came, and a staid-faced lieutenant colonel appeared outside the confinement room. The ass of a few soldiers jumped up like a spring, stood at attention, and the magazine was also thrown on the ground.
But the lieutenant colonel only stood outside the confinement room, watched through the narrow door, whispered a few words to the non-commissioned officer in charge of the interrogation, and left.
Subsequently, the driver who had been imprisoned for two days was taken away by the slip.
Waiting for the officer, noncommissioned officer and driver to leave, the soldiers outside the confinement room were relieved. They picked up the fallen magazine, but the topic of conversation changed accordingly, and their voices were lowered.
"Does Lieutenant Colonel Tesson really want to sell those scraps?"
"Idiot, you better shut up, otherwise we will all be finished."
"There are no outsiders here. You are all involved, and everyone takes money. How about a few words?"
"I heard that a container is half a million dollars. You pay a sum of money to ship a container."
"Oh, this money is really good. Five hundred thousand dollars, I may not be able to earn so much in ten years. The'Holy Light' is much more generous than that group of Iranians."
"I heard that the buyer even wanted scrapped airliner engines, so he didn't pick at all. And he never wanted confidential components like radar, which gave the lieutenant colonel a lot of peace of mind."
"This buyer not only has to scrap aviation engines, but also high-horsepower diesel engines and gearboxes. Scrapped ones are okay. I really don't pick them. Logisticians from several bases have come in contact, hoping to sell their inventory."
"Why do other bases want to sell too?"
"Do you think that only we have a recycling mission? How many military vehicles are scrapped by the Army every year, which also needs to be dismantled and recycled. In addition, not only the military, but all states have waste disposal problems, which have always been difficult for no one to solve."
"Oh my God, will everyone sell waste products to this'Shengguang' group? Why does it carry so much waste away?"
"Then it doesn't matter to us."
Several big-head soldiers discussed for a while, and then started talking about the magazine in hand.
The non-commissioned officer who had just left took the soul slave driver to the warehouse, looked back from time to time, and asked playfully, "You haven't eaten for two days, do you still have physical strength?"
"I'm used to it." The slave driver turned into a bearded western face, with a strong voice and steady footwork, without any abnormalities. The more indifferent it was, the more it surprised the non-commissioned officer who led the way.
The two drove from the confinement room to the recovery warehouse. Several soldiers were loading thick solid wood boxes into the large container truck before.
The sergeant introduced: "The T700 series turboshaft engines used by the'Black Hawk'. Although they are all scrapped, we have deliberately selected the ones that are better than the ones that are worse than the ones from the factory. Although they are not as good as the new ones, they can still be used after repairs.
In addition, we also send you a full set of repair tools, including some simple spare parts. This will save you a lot of trouble. "
The soul slave driver just said mechanically, "Thank you very much," and the non-commissioned officer asked, "When is the next shipment going to be shipped?"
"I will pull this container away, and I will be back soon to continue the next transaction."
"So fast?"
"Yes. I can pull fifty containers in a row."
The non-commissioned officer was stunned when he heard this. This container was only half a million U.S. dollars. Fifty containers are 25 million, and the trash guys at Davis Mengshan Base exploded happily, hoping to sell them all year round.
The idea of'Holy Light' is very simple. Pull enough amount at a time, once or twice a year is enough, so as not to keep the president from running.
In fact, President Zhou is in Tucson at this moment, and he bought the latest "Playboy" special issue from a book stand on the roadside. Seven little fairies squatted on top of his head, arguing about which actress is the best.
The conclusion is..., all bad.
Zhou Qingfeng was even more disappointed after reading it. He said to Sophia who followed: "These actresses are really not sexy, they are completely perfunctory. Send another email to the FBI."
"What did you tell the FBI?"
"Change another batch!"