Knight of the Light

The Jones flew to Europe, and Zhou Qingfeng was still ‘picking up rubbish’ at the Davis Mengshan base. He was as proficient as the devil on internal and external collusion, and the managers in the base were pulled into the water one by one.

The aircraft cemetery is very 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’. You can also call the members of this group ‘trash guys’.

At noon of the day, a container truck swaggered to the guard 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’m from the ‘Holy Light’ 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 non-commissioned officer put down the phone and his eyes 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 did not 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 cut off contact with the outside world for two consecutive days. He had not had a drop of water for these two days, and the suitcase he was carrying was taken away.

The non-commissioned officer in charge of the custody will come to ‘fatigue interrogation’ every few hours to question the so-called conspiracy. It's just that the driver turned into a slave is calmer than anyone else. He doesn't say a word, just saying 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 nice, 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 it off, and the FBI finds some unknown people to fool us. The bomber should have another vote to remind those idiots."

"Who said it’s not famous, isn’t Brooke Xiaosi count? I like her wavy hair, and hers...hahaha, I didn’t expect to see her appear on Huahua 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. ."

"Fuck, 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 is really good. Can anyone tell me what movies this girl made?"

"I want to see Juliet Roberts's portrait, but she actually 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, otherwise we won't watch the movies they make."

A few soldiers held a special edition of "Playboy", and they leaned forward with a smile, and they looked enthusiastically. After watching them, they praised God and the **** 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 **** of a few soldiers jumped up like a spring, stood upright, and the magazine was also thrown on the ground.

But the lieutenant colonel only stood outside the confinement room, looked 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 officers, non-commissioned officers and drivers to leave, the soldiers outside the confinement room breathed a sigh of relief. They picked up the fallen magazine, but the topic of conversation changed and their voices were lowered.

"Is Lieutenant Colonel Tesson really going 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 500,000 U.S. 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 to contact them, hoping to sell their inventory."

"Why do other bases want to sell too?"

"Do you think we only have a recycling mission? How many military vehicles the Army scraps every year also need to be dismantled and recycled. In addition, not only the military, but also the states have waste disposal problems, which have always been difficult for no one to solve."

"Oh my God, will everyone sell waste to this ‘Holy Light’ group? How can it transport 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 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 only mechanically said ‘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 dollars. Fifty containers are 25 million, and the trash guys at Davis Mengshan Base exploded happily, wishing 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, lest the president keep running.

In fact, President Zhou is in Tucson right now, and he bought the latest "Playboy" special issue from a book stand on the roadside. Seven little fairies squatted on top of his head, chattering 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 was following: "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!"