mtl008 Chapter 289 Gloves
Chapter 289 Gloves
In the interrogation room, the defecting pilot sat obediently with a cup of hot water on the table in front of him.
The pilot looked around. He was the only one in the interrogation room. Soldiers were guarding outside the door. He seemed to be left alone.
"Is anyone there? I'll cooperate with you regardless of what you ask! Don't leave me here alone!" the pilot shouted.
There were footsteps outside the door. The pilot froze for a moment, then sat up straight, waiting for the interrogator to appear.
He believed that as long as his attitude was good enough, the Destiny Front would not make things difficult for him.
Of course, this is also what his grandfather told him.
Creak...the door opened and Zhang Qiang walked in.
boom!
The pilot was startled and immediately tried to stand up from the chair, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
It’s not that he is timid, but Zhang Qiang had just returned from the front line, and his bulletproof vest was still stained with a lot of zombie flesh.
In the previous round of nuclear explosion aftermath, the light radiation evaporated the blood on Zhang Qiang's body and burned the zombies' flesh, so he looked extremely rough.
Zhang Qiang glanced at the pilot and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Are your legs numb?"
"No sir! I'm just... a little nervous," the pilot said, standing up.
Zhang Qiang smiled, motioned for him to sit down, put his helmet on the table, and then sat down.
"I heard that you escaped from the CRM aircraft carrier fleet. Can I ask why?" Zhang Qiang took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one, and threw the cigarette box to the pilot: "Smoke it yourself, you're welcome."
Smoke filled the interrogation room. Zhang Qiang crossed his legs, waiting for the pilot's story.
The interrogator relaxed his posture first, and the pilot breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to hide anything in the first place. Seeing that Zhang Qiang had no intention of making things difficult for him, he began to tell everything about himself.
The pilot's name was Al Bohler, and his hometown was in Georgia. He was a naval aviator of the USS Carl Vinson, and before the disaster, they were performing navigation missions in the Middle East.
After the virus broke out, they spent some time integrating the remnants of the fleet, experienced a lot at sea, and lost a lot of talent before returning to their homeland.
After the fleet sailed to Washington, D.C., it failed to contact the White House. The captain sent a plane to check the situation, but only saw damaged tanks on the White House square.
Upon learning that the White House had been abandoned, the members of the fleet initially prepared to disperse and return to their homes, but the CRM drone discovered them and expressed its willingness to take over the fleet and provide assistance.
The top management of CRM revealed their identities. Some of them are bigwigs in the Pentagon and have information about the Carl Vinson fleet.
The two sides checked and finally the captain decided to join CRM.
Al said angrily: "This old guy didn't consider everyone's thoughts. Most people want to go home. Some people from poor families don't want to continue sailing on the sea and want to live on land."
Zhang Qiang nodded, motioning for him to continue.
"After our logistics were guaranteed, everyone was quite happy at first, but later on, CRM treated us very badly. They were unwilling to let the aircraft carrier dock, and even the limited vacation time was something we all fought for together."
"And at that time, they also threatened us with force, saying that if we did not obey orders, we would be treated as rebels."
"Fuck! We wanted to explode with them right then and there. We didn't come all the way back here just to be bullied!"
"Fox later communicated with them and secured some benefits for us, so the matter was barely over."
"But today, after the White House was bombed by a nuclear bomb, some of my colleagues and I don't want to do this anymore. They are not worth it."
Al picked up the glass of water on the table and drank it all.
Zhang Qiang crossed his legs and listened carefully to what Al said. There was nothing unreasonable in it.
The white masters have always thought very simply, which is to simply suppress the lower classes with violence.
It is conceivable that if the fleet had not had very strict requirements on the professionalism of its soldiers, the soldiers of the Carl Vinson might have been slaughtered and replaced.
However, Zhang Qiang still wouldn't easily believe Al, he said to Al:
"It's like this. I admire that you can make choices of your own free will. But for the safety of the workers under my rule, you will be monitored for a month. Of course, we will properly solve your life problems during this period."
"You said you are in charge? May I ask who you are...?" Al was a little confused for a moment.
"I am the supreme leader of the Tianming Front, no one else." Zhang Qiang exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly.
Al's eyes widened, and he was stunned.
"You don't have anything else to report, right? Then let's end it here?" Zhang Qiang put out his cigarette and prepared to leave.
Al immediately called Zhang Qiang and said, "Wait a moment, sir. I can provide you with our navigation route map!"
Zhang Qiang, with his back to Al, had a sinister smile on his face.
A moment later, Zhang Qiang found Kate with the fleet route map provided by Al.
"The Carl Vinson's route map? Is it reliable?" Kate hesitated. "Should we verify it?"
Zhang Qiang waved his hand and said, "The bigger the picture, the route map is useless for the time being. As for whether he has any problems, time will tell."
The Destiny position has no shortage of time for the time being. Anyone who starts a fight right after intimidating each other will at least have to go through another round of probing before they start making small moves.
The diplomatic negotiations initiated by Sanhuan were a test they had prepared, but Zhang Qiang was happy to cooperate with them because only in this way could he delay time until Panel 2.0 was turned on.
In fact, Zhang Qiang even thought of a story about a cuckoo occupying a magpie's nest...
"What do you think about me developing another secret force?" Zhang Qiang looked at Kate.
"Of course we can, but where do we get the troops from?" Kate looked at Zhang Qiang and then she suddenly realized, but she still didn't understand what Zhang Qiang wanted to do.
Zhang Qiang was in no hurry to explain to Kate, because he didn't have the courage to gamble all his belongings. This matter still needed to be considered in the long run.
"During this period, I will inspect the production work in various regions. The task of fighting against the sea of corpses is left to you. If Sanhuan takes any further action, remember to notify me." Zhang Qiang said to Kate.
Kate nodded. The leader had been making a lot of moves recently, but the effects were all good, which reduced the pressure on her.
Zhang Qiang reminded her, "You should prepare some nice clothes. You must not lose face when you negotiate with others."
Kate exclaimed in surprise: "I... am I the one who will lead the discussion?"
"Of course, don't forget who is in front of you. Your face is more suitable, haha."
Zhang Qiang sneered. Who could be the military and political legacy of the United States? They must be white!
As we all know, these white people are very sensitive to Asian faces, so don't let them have a heart attack when the time comes.