Chapter 1738 Stare to Death

When mass is held in other people's homes, the atmosphere is full of sadness, mercy, and redemption. Only the mass sponsored by Uncle Zhou was a joyful and happy gathering. The priest of the Mormon Church also once reminded him whether he should embody the subject of suffering, but Uncle Zhou stopped him with one sentence...

"We don't lack suffering, what we lack is happiness."

Therefore, on the huge virtual screen on the sea, you can see Her Majesty talking about hopes, dreams and the future, talking about some very secular topics. For people who have had enough of life in the last days, it is fascinating to talk about how the days to come will be better.

Through the porthole of the bridge, Zhou Qingfeng was also watching the live broadcast of the mass. There are drones taking aerial photography in the sky, and the image effect is very clear. When the hours of mass came to an end and countless fireworks rose from the sea, Zhou Qingfeng keenly noticed that there were many people missing around the saint.

"Irene, where did our President Franklin go?" Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the walkie-talkie at hand and asked.

The twin sisters were in charge of monitoring the entire scene on the top of the island, and Irene replied with a binoculars: "Wen Tianyu just reported that Franklin left after delivering his speech. He said that he has other work, and the next affairs will be handed over to Vice President Rutherford."

"But I didn't see Rutherford."

"He also seemed to say he was unwell and wanted to go back to the bridge lounge."

Zhou Qingfeng looked around the bridge lounge where he was alone, shook his head slightly and said, "The old man didn't return to the lounge, I guess he wanted to run away."

According to Zhou Qingfeng's guess, no matter what the secret opponents do, they must withdraw their own people before they cause damage. As the vice president, Rutherford's status is not low, and he will definitely not stay on the aircraft carrier and wait for bad luck.

The lack of intelligence prevented Zhou Qingfeng from making arrangements in advance, but no matter how the enemy changed, he would stick to one point—when the enemy leader was about to leave, it was when the opponent was about to act.

"Silly dog, go to the helicopter area. That old man in a wheelchair is about to run away." Zhou Qingfeng jumped up from his seat. Before he acted, the 'dog meat' lying at his feet had already rushed out of the bridge lounge first.

At the moment, it is Bainbridge Island, which is seven or eight kilometers away from Elliott Bay, which is the big island separated by a bay from the center of Seattle. Several heavy military trucks drove over on the sandy beach by the bay.

In order to enhance off-road capabilities, these trucks have particularly thick tires, high bodywork, and even protective armor. One of the military trucks drove to the breakwater by the beach with its lights on, and when it came to a stop, its rectangular carriage suddenly lifted up and turned 90 degrees.

The cab of the truck opens,

Dania jumped down in her high-top boots. She could see the live broadcast of the giant screen on Elliott Bay without a telescope, and the performance of a children's choir was being played on a virtual projection two to three hundred meters high.

"It's spectacular. This is what can be done with power and resources." Dania pursed his lips and sneered. "But the people on the aircraft carrier should scream next. I hope I won't scare them too much."

Well-trained and strong men jumped off the convoy one after another, and they began to operate various equipment carried by the convoy and adjust the heavy-duty truck with a rectangular compartment. Dania asked the leader, "You won't just hit the police ships at sea next, will you?"

In order to protect the four aircraft carriers, multiple cordons were deployed on Elliott Bay. Among them, more than a dozen large and small police ships are constantly patrolling the sea.

The leader of the convoy was commanding several other trucks to approach the beach breakwater. He held up his binoculars and scanned the dark sea, and said: "We will destroy a few larger coast guard ships to cause chaos, and at the same time, we will destroy the aircraft carrier. Attack. Two per carrier, sure hit."

"Can a 100,000-ton aircraft carrier lose its combat value?" Dania didn't know much about the power of weapons.

The team leader snorted and said with a sneer: "Just one hit is enough to destroy the keel. The damaged aircraft carrier does not need to be repaired, it can only be scrapped."

"Sounds really cool. How long does it take to get the set up?" Dania asked.

"Half an hour is enough." The team leader said.

Dania looked at his watch and nodded.

At this time, Vice President Rutherford, who was being pushed by the wheelchair, was also pulling up his sleeves and looking at his watch. The time for the agreed action is approaching, and he must leave the aircraft carrier that is the venue for the mass. The justification was readily available—he was too old, had limited energy, and ended up escaping just before the attack.

"Hurry up." Rutherford urged his opponents, "That little bitch may activate it early, she may not care about my life or death."

There are more than a dozen bodyguards with guns around Rutherford. These are his personal cronies, fed by his money, and absolutely loyal to him. These people usually rely on Rutherford's power to run rampant in the Freemasonry, and no one can stop them.

And there are always people who don't eat this set. When these guys with black sunglasses, black suits, and short-barreled assault rifles came to the stern of the ship through the busy deck of the aircraft carrier...

"Stop, you are forbidden to approach." The tall and ugly mutant leader stood guard in front of several helicopters. When Ma Keshi saw Vice President Rutherford sitting in a wheelchair, his festering and terrifying mouth showed a ferocious smile.

Knowing that things might change, it was impossible for Zhou Qingfeng not to take precautions. He sent Marco to guard the helicopter area at the stern of the aircraft carrier early in the morning. Anyone can leave by helicopter, except Vice President Rutherford.

Seeing a group of mutants blocking his way, Rutherford and his party suddenly turned pale with fright. The bodyguards didn't expect this to happen. For others, they can rely on power or force to resist, but mutants don't accept this kind of thing-the body is not as strong as others, and the barrels are not as thick as others.

Rutherford's assistant hurried forward to identify himself. But Mar Keshi looked at the vice president who was pretending to be calm in the wheelchair, but said in a low voice: "Sorry, my chief asked me to wait here for the vice president. He will come over immediately, and I want to ask some questions."

Facing the barbarian-like mutants, no one dared to speak. Rutherford could only push the wheelchair forward by himself, and said with authority, neither arrogant nor humble: "Please tell Your Excellency Hugo Legion Commander, if you have any questions, wait until tomorrow. I am already tired, please don't embarrass an old man in a wheelchair .”

For others, it might work. But no matter what the other party said, mutants are not birds. You either win them or you have to do what they tell you, and everything else is bullshit. Ma Keshi just grunted and sneered like this, making Rutherford's hair growl in his heart.

After a while, 'Dog Meat' ran over from behind. The silly dog ​​ran around Rutherford's group, and finally barked at the old man for a long time with sharp teeth bared. Now everyone knows that Zhou Qingfeng has a mechanical dog. Seeing "dog meat" is equivalent to seeing the commander of the army.

In such a situation, Rutherford knew that he would suffer. He immediately ordered the direction to be changed—there was not only a convenient helicopter to leave the aircraft carrier, but also a ferry on the side of the ship. The people on the aircraft carrier came up by ferry.

But when the old man turned his head around, the smiling Victor Hugo had already followed. Uncle Zhou asked like a cat playing with a mouse: "Your Excellency Rutherford, I just happened to be looking for you. Surely you don't mind answering a few questions for me?"

The two looked at each other, and Vice President Rutherford felt that he couldn't escape.