Chapter 287 Dance!

Guantanamo, Liward Airport.

Clooney from the 'Enclave' was standing in front of the radio station in a quiet room, and the security correspondent looked at him eye to eye, silently.

"If there is news, let me know immediately." Clooney informed the headquarters of the "Enclave" of Zhou Qingfeng's "beheading" proposal, and stood guard in front of the radio station for several hours. Zhou Qingfeng's suggestion was bold, which made Clooney eager to get a response.

Walking out of the secure radio room, the air outside was exceptionally fresh. Clooney adjusted his tie to make himself more comfortable. Suddenly, there was a sudden burst of gunfire from the direction of the base across the bay, and a large-caliber heavy machine gun was firing tracer bullets into the sky.

"What's going on... Is there a rebellion?" Clooney was startled immediately, and quickly contacted the other side. It was only after asking that I realized that the sound of the gunshots was a dance party being held on the opposite side, which added to the atmosphere. Looking at the gunfire flying into the sky, he sighed and said, "The way these South Americans do things is really indescribable."

At this moment, the confidential correspondent came out, holding a note in his hand and handing it to Clooney. Clooney tore up the note immediately after reading it, and said in a deep voice: "Victor Hugo won again, he may have guessed the conditions that the headquarters would agree to him. Let's go, let's go to the ball to find out Lucky boy."

On the other side, Mr. Jose, the most powerful representative of Cuba, was also invited to the ball. He asked the soldiers who came to deliver the invitations who would participate in the ball, and when he learned that Zhou Qingfeng was also involved, he couldn't help but sneer.

"I have been to China, and I understand Chinese people. People in that country are reserved, and many people have never danced in their lives. Mirta actually invited a Chinese kid. I think he can only stare blankly outside the venue with a glass of wine."

In fact, Zhou Qingfeng was really a little dazed at the moment. Not for dancing, but for the scene in front of me. The open-air cinema at Guantanamo Bay is a place to show movies for the U.S. military. Under normal circumstances, it can accommodate at most two to three thousand people, but there are 10,000 people in front of us. The scope of the venue goes far beyond an open-air theater.

Hundreds of bonfires were burning, and the Cubans in the base wanted to enjoy the night, but they all mobilized and arranged the venue in just one afternoon. An old movie called "Passion for Havana" is being played on the open-air screen. Whenever the hero and heroine start dancing, all the Cubans immediately enter the carnival mode.

"Oh..., it seems that no one will care about me." Zhou Qingfeng saw a large group of people's heads shaking, and the pressure in his heart immediately eased. Who would look at him in such a dark situation!

Just when this thought came up, a circle of Cubans suddenly exclaimed, "Look, Mr. Hugo is here. He's come to our ball!"

Zhou Qingfeng was surrounded by seven or eight girls,

But as soon as he appeared on stage, at least a hundred girls ran over from the opposite hula la. Amidst the screams, people drowned him like a tidal wave.

"Mr. Hugo, come dance with us."

"Victor, we love you!"

"Victor Hugo, I want to sleep with you!"

Hold a big grass! Miscalculation of the situation.

Ever since Zhou Qingfeng had a duel with old Santos' subordinates last time, his handsome and unrestrained image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Which hand's amazing marksmanship can't help but pay attention to it.

Seeing a group of women turned into wolf she-wolves, Zhou Qingfeng had nowhere to escape, and was immediately surrounded by them. Most of these Cuban female soldiers were between fifteen and twenty-five years old, fanatical and excited, shouting the names of their idols, and pushing forward desperately.

There were people on the front, back, left, and right, each hand grabbed Zhou Qingfeng, and women threw themselves in front of him. In a few minutes, he passed hundreds of women's hands like a doll, and there were hundreds of women's lip marks on his face.

The clothes were torn, the hair was out of shape, and the whole body was kneaded like dough. Zhou Qingfeng felt that his head had been touched countless times, and his palms were grabbed by these women and would not let go. The number of women who sneaked up on his chest was completely uncountable, and many women came straight to him. Just dig out the crotch and touch the jj.

It's too - terrible - a bird..., a woman can play hooligans, a man can't stop it at all! If I knew it was going to be like this, I wouldn't go to any dance if I was dead. But now I can't leave when I come, I can only call God for help.

Zhou Qingfeng was pushed from the outside to the middle of the arena by the passionate women, and immediately found that he still couldn't escape the fate of dancing. Because the sole purpose of these women doing this is for everyone to see him.

Amidst the fast-paced music, a large group of women gathered around and shouted loudly, "Victor, come dance with us."

Sir, I really don't know how to do it! Do you want to see the scene where epileptic patients escape from the hospital? That's pretty much how I dance.

Zhou Qingfeng was about to cry. Just to avoid embarrassment, he could only quickly glance at the woman beside him to see how others danced, and then follow suit.

In Zhou Qingfeng's view, Latin dances are naturally Latin dances. From the analysis of watching TV, shouldn't it be a dance that is a serious competition in the national standard? But he soon discovered-I seem to have made a mistake, a big mistake!

The dance of these Cubans is not as complicated as imagined, but extremely simple. There is no softness and elegance at all, just follow the cheerful music and twist the body passionately. This is a wild and unruly dance.

Enthusiastic, generous, heroic, free and easy, just a few movements back and forth, but every muscle is in motion. Zhou Qingfeng's coordination ability of hands and feet is excellent, he can quickly keep up with the rhythm, perfectly arousing the emotions of others.

"I was really wrong. I thought the ball was listening to music, and a group of elegant men and women were walking lightly. If you knew it was the form of this mass gathering, I'm afraid of a fart! It's not like dancing beautifully. Elegance is clearly more powerful than anyone else!"

Comparing strength, Zhou Qingfeng has plenty!

At this time, the old man Jose with his nose upside down happened to be entering the arena. He had the highest status, but Mirta walked in with him personally. Surrounded by the dancing crowd, the old man Jose spoke ill of Zhou Qingfeng to Mirta in a serious manner.

"We are all Cubans. It is the right choice to unite against the Americans, but you are now cooperating with the 'Aurora Legion'. This is extremely wrong. That kid named Victor Hugo is not reliable at all, let alone May agree with our values, I bet he can't even dance, how can such a person be trusted?"

Mirta remained silent, she knew very well that José was talking nonsense, but the reality was that what he said with a big fist made sense. And the group of people occupying the "committee" in Florida has big fists.

However, Jose's words reminded Mirta of the embarrassed expression on Zhou Qingfeng's face when he asked Zhou Qingfeng. Could it be that he can't even dance at the simplest party? You must know that there is basically only one movement at a large ball—twisting, twisting, twisting, twisting, twisting, twisting until the waist is broken.

Mirta wondered if he was really embarrassing Zhou Qingfeng, maybe the other party couldn't even twist his waist? It might not be a good idea to drag him to the prom. But at this moment, the old man Jose beside her stopped suddenly, his eyes widened as if he saw a ghost.

Mirta naturally turned his gaze forward, and suddenly saw Zhou Qingfeng shaking his hands, kicking his legs, twisting and turning his body in accordance with the rhythm among several piles of bonfires, and even raised his hands and patted to echo the smooth and lively melody.

Yeah... the enthusiasm of watching the female soldiers was ignited by this dynamic dance, and everyone cheered loudly, which was really unexpected. Zhou Qingfeng looks handsome, and his dancing is better than expected. His hands, feet, waist and hips are extremely coordinated, and the movements of his whole body are as smooth as clouds and flowing water.

The most terrible thing is that Zhou Qingfeng seems to be playing a little crazy. He didn't know where to get a wireless earphone-like microphone, and he was singing Michael Jackson's "Beatit" while dancing along with the dance.

The audience is hilarious! Everyone is jumping along.

Wow... ho ho ho ho! This is rock music that echoes the dance! And he sang very well, feeling a bit like a rock king.

Mirta laughed uncontrollably, it turned out that this kid was just pretending before! (To be continued.)