Chapter 994 Africa?

When 'GOD' announced the complete end of the Korean War dungeon, Zhou Qingfeng's limp body just wanted to find a place to sleep soundly. But he couldn't sleep, his mind was full of scenes of fighting in the ice and snow.

Poor and shabby equipment, scarce supplies, harsh and harsh environment, and powerful and terrifying enemies. Guns, horns, comrades in arms, everything is unforgettable.

Back in the imperial capital in the real world, Zhou Qingfeng felt soft and light under his feet while walking on the streets of the bustling market. Pedestrians around came and went in a hurry, and the atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful, which seemed ordinary but extremely rare.

Randomly walked by a small roadside shop, a large TV was hanging in the window, and Zhou Qingfeng's "Korean War" was playing on it. The drama produced by "GOD" has already reached the Battle of Shangganling. The scene is grand and the special effects are amazing, which truly reproduces the difficulty of the war more than 60 years ago.

Many pedestrians stopped in front of the TV, and from time to time some people couldn't help but marvel at the plot in the play. There are men and women in the audience, old and young, and the audience is huge. Zhou Qingfeng also stood in the crowd and watched for a few minutes, then continued walking silently.

Killing a person in ten steps will never stop a thousand miles away. Flick off your clothes when it's over, and hide your merit and fame deeply.

A TV series is a TV series, and a copy is a copy. Those predecessors who fought endlessly back then did not have Zhou Qingfeng's ability and equipment to cheat. Regardless of victory or defeat, there will always be sacrifices and blood on the battlefield, and it is those unsung heroes who should really be remembered.

Just as he was recalling his years of fighting with patriotic passion, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly realized that he was being followed. Not long after, an ordinary car stopped beside him, and Xiao Jinlang ran out and asked him, "Why are you still in the mood to wander the streets?"

Zhou Qingfeng finally had time to rest, he was amazed by what he said, and asked, "The sky is falling?"

Xiao Jinlang became even more angry, "Your TV series are all finished, so it's time to do something serious?"

Zhou Qingfeng was even more surprised, thinking to himself: I have worked so hard to break into the dungeon, kill the U.S. Army, and fight against the sky to promote the indomitable and strong will of the volunteers. Why am I not doing business?

But Xiao Jinlang didn't care about it, and said directly: "You see, you have had enough fun, you have lost the limelight, and you are famous enough, what you promised at the beginning must not be counted!"

Oh... so you think I'm just having fun when I'm filming a TV series, and you're still thinking about the cheap stuff from the wasteland!

Zhou Qingfeng asked Xiao Jinlang to help him a lot in order to get along well in the dungeon before, and the lovers are here to ask for a debt.

Xiao Jinlang said again: "Your slush factory in Shanghai has been producing at full speed, and now the inventory is almost exploding. The government of Shanghai asked me to ask you, when will those dehydrated things be shipped away? It takes so long At that time, the inventory has already exceeded one million tons."

Ah..., that was an oversight.

Zhou Qingfeng came back from the dungeon several times, but he didn't transport ultra-low-value goods to the wasteland. The factory kept on producing, and it was really going to explode. After all, I haven't been to Japan for a while, and I guess the troubles are not small.

"Understood, I understand, I'll deal with it right away." Zhou Qingfeng sighed "Life is hard", he could only pack up his mood and hurried to the airport to fly to Japan first, and then return to Shanghai.

It took three or four days to rent a large freighter to deal with the piles of low-quality dehydrated food, and at the same time pay for the operating funds required by each factory, and then Zhou Qingfeng began to transport all the goods to the wasteland on the vast sea.

Zhou Qingfeng stayed in the real world for a long time to make a TV series, but he didn't spend long in the wasteland. When he showed up with a huge cargo, he couldn't transport it all at once, but in batches.

Wasteland, Havana, a deformed and prosperous city.

Zhou Qingfeng already felt very cordial to this land, and when he saw Lena Fox again, he immediately gave the little fox a warm hug.

"Victor." Miss Fox, who was attacked by surprise, was surprised at first,

Then he said in a helpless tone: "This is the office of the director of the Legion's administrative department. It is my exclusive site. Can you let me go? There are people watching around."

Miss Fox is actually very satisfied that men have some kind of dependence on her, but she likes to be arrogant, but she wants to maintain elegance at all times. When the staff around her saw the intimate behavior of the two bosses of the legion, they all smiled silently, then left consciously and closed the door.

There was no one in the office, Miss Fox immediately put her arms around Zhou Qingfeng, kissed him on the cheek and asked, "Tell me, did you cause any trouble?"

"No, I just miss you a little bit." Zhou Qingfeng shrugged and said, "You know, the time in the two worlds is not equal. I haven't seen you for almost half a year."

"what have you done?"

"Participated in a brutal war."

"Sounds cool."

"Hehe..., it's really cool!"

After chatting for a while, Zhou Qingfeng sat on the high-back chair in his office with his arms around the little fox. The two looked out at their world through the windows of the Capitol in Havana. The world of Wasteland is barbaric, and only in certain corners is life hidden.

"How is our situation now?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"It's not very good, the municipal pressure is increasing." Miss Fox sighed.

"That's bad news, isn't it? Any good news?"

"The good news is that the whole of the Americas is not doing well."

"I thought that as the weather gets warmer, everyone's life should get better." Zhou Qingfeng asked suspiciously.

"On the contrary, human beings are running farther and farther on the road of death."

The little fox sorted out the materials at hand, and said to Zhou Qingfeng: "Although you have worked hard to get all kinds of aged grains and waste water, and our agricultural system has tried to convert these organic matter into food as much as possible, but..."

The idea that Havana is the Garden of Eden for mankind is spreading widely as a survey report shows that large numbers of refugees are crossing the sea to Cuba. Originally, there were about half a million people in Havana, but now it has exceeded one million, and there are several times the population in the surrounding areas that has not been included in the statistics.

"We can't support so many people at all?" The little fox said with some frustration, "Leave these people alone, they will cause riots and plagues; leave them alone, we can't carry this heavy burden, let alone provide Enough work."

"Why are there so many people coming to our territory?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Because the military confrontation between the Brotherhood of Steel and the Enclave has begun again, and because the drought affecting the world is getting worse, everyone is driving the redundant and useless people out. Now the sea is full of refugee boats, we The Coast Guard is simply overwhelmed.

Most of these people are Latinos and Africans with little ability to work. They are edible but not dry waste, and we don't want them. "Miss Fox was ruthless when she said this, wishing that all the rubbish could be sent to reclamation.

However, after reading the report from the Ministry of the Interior, Zhou Qingfeng discovered a particularly interesting thing—the delegation of the Commonwealth of African States arrived in Havana, hoping to obtain assistance from the Aurora Legion.

Africa?