Chapter 251 Flight Encounter
General Santos had no idea about his enemy’s strength, but he did know that he was not in the same league as his enemy. Meanwhile, Zhou Qingfeng was also having trouble figuring out if the Nassau pirates still had any warships with them. Hence, they dispatched an unmanned aerial vehicle in order to spy on the pirates while heading to Abaco Island within the Northern Bahamas.
Abaco Island had a small port called Marsh Harbor. Zhou Qingfeng and the others used a small boat to land on the port in an attempt to obtain supplies and information.
The Caribbean Sea was a famous holiday destination, and the great Abaco Island was full of bright sunshine, white sandy beaches, and clear seawater as well. In the past, there were tens of thousands of people living here all year round, but the island was now filled with silence.
There was no one at all at Marsh Harbor. Zhou Qingfeng led the team and found an airport runway nearby. He also found a lot of abandoned sightseeing planes in the hangar. Unfortunately, those planes did not come with any fuel resources.
"We’ve lost everything. Food, fuel, and even hope. Just take anything you want. I won’t be able to stop you guys anyway.” An old grungy man was standing guard at the airport, and he seemed to be responsible for groundwork.
"Where’re all the other people from this island?" Zhou Qingfeng wanted to ask about the situation.
"They've probably escaped," the old man shrugged. He was an aborigine on the island, and he had lived there for generations. “Riots just happened one after another inexplicably. In the past, all of our people wanted to go to the United States, but nowadays, for whatever reason, the Americans began to flood into our island.”
"Do you know anything about Nassau's situation? Rumors have it that that place was occupied by a guy named General Santos, and he doesn’t seem to be lacking fuel." Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
"I don't know. We’ve completely cut off connections with the outside world. Nobody will care about our lives anymore." The old man replied to Zhou Qingfeng’s question in complete frustration.
"What about Miami?"
“No idea as well.”
“What do you know then?”
“Nothing at all.”
The old man stayed in his hangar and kept shaking head while countless questions were thrown at him. After throwing a few glances at the old man’s sluggish eyes, Zhou Qingfeng said warmly, "My name is Victor Hugo, and I think we might be able to help each other out. I guess you must’ve been extremely hungry already... Maybe I should give you some bread."
"You still have bread with you?" As soon as the old man heard that Zhou Qingfeng had food, he began to salivate. He quickly got up from his rotten sofa and said, "We did have some canned fish, fruits, and vegetables. However, we’ve been running out of staple food since almost two months ago.”
“We can exchange our flour for your fruit and vegetables.” The old man almost kneeled down before Zhou Qingfeng after he heard his words.
The old man shouted at the wooden shed behind the hangar and several children soon ran out from it. They turned up with some fruits, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "We need more. Gather the rest of the people on your island to work for us, and we’ll provide you guys flour as a reward."
The old man was able to find three to four hundred people on the island, but most of them were either an elderly person or a kid. All the young men had left the island in order to find another way of living, but little did they know that it was much safer to stay on an isolated island these days.
Although there was no grain on the island, there were farms that produced fruits, vegetables, and canned food. The fleet used their flour to exchange for supplies with the people on the island. With the exchange rate of fifty kilograms of flour for half a ton of citrus, they managed to fill up the cold storage of the ‘Polarlys’ in the blink of an eye. Meanwhile, the island’s residents were cheering in joy too as they felt that they had found a new hope to live on.
“Old man, are these planes still working?” Before leaving the airport runway, Zhou Qingfeng turned his attention to all the abandoned small planes.
“Of course they do.”
"Is there anyone else on this island who knows how to fly these planes?"
“I do. It’s actually very simple to drive these small planes. It’s probably as easy as driving a car. However, we do not have any fuel at all to start the engines.”
“We just so happen to have some aviation gasoline. Perhaps you can teach me how to fly these planes.”
“You guys even have aviation gasoline?!”
Shocked that Zhou Qingfeng could provide a lot of flour, the residents of the island received another big surprise - someone in this world actually still had fuel resources with them. Several Cessna series small planes were picked up at the airport. The old man served as a teacher while Zhou Qingfeng and the others served as pilots.
It was indeed extremely easy to learn the Cessna series small planes. They were safe, reliable, and relatively comfortable. Zhou Qingfeng was the quickest learner among all of them. He could already drive an actual plane within a mere 3 days of training, but before he began driving it, he had to first identify the situation near Abaco island.
Nassau will be his first destination, followed by the Bahamas, and then Miami. The cataclysm began about three months ago. Therefore, the social order had already started its own restoration process. However, when Zhou Qingfeng sought out the surrounding areas, he found out that there was also a small plane flying around Abaco Island. The plane seemed to be looking for something as well.
Both were monoplane piston propellers. During the flying process, the pilot even approached Zhou Qingfeng’s Cessna and performed a trigger-pulling action against him.
"F*ck! What is this bitch trying to do?" Zhou Qingfeng's learning ability was extremely strong, but his flying skills were still relatively weak.
“What the f*ck? I’m not a fighter pilot yet!” Zhou Qingfeng instantly felt a surge of adrenaline when the other pilot began firing his machine gun and it created a splashing waterline on the surface of the sea. The plane quickly approached Zhou Qingfeng's Cessna and it seemed that the pilot was approaching him with strong murderous intent.
At that critical moment, Zhou Qingfeng decided to plunge his plane directly into the sea. With his tyrannical body, he was able to withstand the impact of the high-speed collision on the sea surface. He then quickly fired his gun to break the glass cover of the cockpit and escaped from the plane.
Even when Zhou Qingfeng was already underwater, the other pilot still refused to leave him alone. The latter fired his bullets repeatedly into the sea until he could no longer detect any signs of survival.
Zhou Qingfeng held his breath in the sea for two minutes while watching his Cessna slowly sink into the dark and deep ocean. After his enemy finally left the area, he lifted his head out of the sea and called for support using his waterproof individual soldier radio device.
Meanwhile, the pilot soon returned to the airport in Nassau. He reported to the airport via radio communication even before his landing, "The enemy’s two big ships have already been found… Inform General Santos that he can now send out a fleet to begin his raid.
I just shot down an enemy reconnaissance plane today as well, and the pilot sank deep into the sea. I think you guys can start preparing the paint… It’s time to draw a record icon on my fighter plane. ”
Everyone from the airport instantly burst into cheers, applauding the splendid record of their own pilot.
Chapter 251 Flight Encounter
General Santos had no idea about his enemy’s strength, but he did know that he was not in the same league as his enemy. Meanwhile, Zhou Qingfeng was also having trouble figuring out if the Nassau pirates still had any warships with them. Hence, they dispatched an unmanned aerial vehicle in order to spy on the pirates while heading to Abaco Island within the Northern Bahamas.
Abaco Island had a small port called Marsh Harbor. Zhou Qingfeng and the others used a small boat to land on the port in an attempt to obtain supplies and information.
The Caribbean Sea was a famous holiday destination, and the great Abaco Island was full of bright sunshine, white sandy beaches, and clear seawater as well. In the past, there were tens of thousands of people living here all year round, but the island was now filled with silence.
There was no one at all at Marsh Harbor. Zhou Qingfeng led the team and found an airport runway nearby. He also found a lot of abandoned sightseeing planes in the hangar. Unfortunately, those planes did not come with any fuel resources.
"We’ve lost everything. Food, fuel, and even hope. Just take anything you want. I won’t be able to stop you guys anyway.” An old grungy man was standing guard at the airport, and he seemed to be responsible for groundwork.
"Where’re all the other people from this island?" Zhou Qingfeng wanted to ask about the situation.
"They've probably escaped," the old man shrugged. He was an aborigine on the island, and he had lived there for generations. “Riots just happened one after another inexplicably. In the past, all of our people wanted to go to the United States, but nowadays, for whatever reason, the Americans began to flood into our island.”
"Do you know anything about Nassau's situation? Rumors have it that that place was occupied by a guy named General Santos, and he doesn’t seem to be lacking fuel." Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
"I don't know. We’ve completely cut off connections with the outside world. Nobody will care about our lives anymore." The old man replied to Zhou Qingfeng’s question in complete frustration.
"What about Miami?"
“No idea as well.”
“What do you know then?”
“Nothing at all.”
The old man stayed in his hangar and kept shaking head while countless questions were thrown at him. After throwing a few glances at the old man’s sluggish eyes, Zhou Qingfeng said warmly, "My name is Victor Hugo, and I think we might be able to help each other out. I guess you must’ve been extremely hungry already... Maybe I should give you some bread."
"You still have bread with you?" As soon as the old man heard that Zhou Qingfeng had food, he began to salivate. He quickly got up from his rotten sofa and said, "We did have some canned fish, fruits, and vegetables. However, we’ve been running out of staple food since almost two months ago.”
“We can exchange our flour for your fruit and vegetables.” The old man almost kneeled down before Zhou Qingfeng after he heard his words.
The old man shouted at the wooden shed behind the hangar and several children soon ran out from it. They turned up with some fruits, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "We need more. Gather the rest of the people on your island to work for us, and we’ll provide you guys flour as a reward."
The old man was able to find three to four hundred people on the island, but most of them were either an elderly person or a kid. All the young men had left the island in order to find another way of living, but little did they know that it was much safer to stay on an isolated island these days.
Although there was no grain on the island, there were farms that produced fruits, vegetables, and canned food. The fleet used their flour to exchange for supplies with the people on the island. With the exchange rate of fifty kilograms of flour for half a ton of citrus, they managed to fill up the cold storage of the ‘Polarlys’ in the blink of an eye. Meanwhile, the island’s residents were cheering in joy too as they felt that they had found a new hope to live on.
“Old man, are these planes still working?” Before leaving the airport runway, Zhou Qingfeng turned his attention to all the abandoned small planes.
“Of course they do.”
"Is there anyone else on this island who knows how to fly these planes?"
“I do. It’s actually very simple to drive these small planes. It’s probably as easy as driving a car. However, we do not have any fuel at all to start the engines.”
“We just so happen to have some aviation gasoline. Perhaps you can teach me how to fly these planes.”
“You guys even have aviation gasoline?!”
Shocked that Zhou Qingfeng could provide a lot of flour, the residents of the island received another big surprise - someone in this world actually still had fuel resources with them. Several Cessna series small planes were picked up at the airport. The old man served as a teacher while Zhou Qingfeng and the others served as pilots.
It was indeed extremely easy to learn the Cessna series small planes. They were safe, reliable, and relatively comfortable. Zhou Qingfeng was the quickest learner among all of them. He could already drive an actual plane within a mere 3 days of training, but before he began driving it, he had to first identify the situation near Abaco island.
Nassau will be his first destination, followed by the Bahamas, and then Miami. The cataclysm began about three months ago. Therefore, the social order had already started its own restoration process. However, when Zhou Qingfeng sought out the surrounding areas, he found out that there was also a small plane flying around Abaco Island. The plane seemed to be looking for something as well.
Both were monoplane piston propellers. During the flying process, the pilot even approached Zhou Qingfeng’s Cessna and performed a trigger-pulling action against him.
"F*ck! What is this bitch trying to do?" Zhou Qingfeng's learning ability was extremely strong, but his flying skills were still relatively weak.
“What the f*ck? I’m not a fighter pilot yet!” Zhou Qingfeng instantly felt a surge of adrenaline when the other pilot began firing his machine gun and it created a splashing waterline on the surface of the sea. The plane quickly approached Zhou Qingfeng's Cessna and it seemed that the pilot was approaching him with strong murderous intent.
At that critical moment, Zhou Qingfeng decided to plunge his plane directly into the sea. With his tyrannical body, he was able to withstand the impact of the high-speed collision on the sea surface. He then quickly fired his gun to break the glass cover of the cockpit and escaped from the plane.
Even when Zhou Qingfeng was already underwater, the other pilot still refused to leave him alone. The latter fired his bullets repeatedly into the sea until he could no longer detect any signs of survival.
Zhou Qingfeng held his breath in the sea for two minutes while watching his Cessna slowly sink into the dark and deep ocean. After his enemy finally left the area, he lifted his head out of the sea and called for support using his waterproof individual soldier radio device.
Meanwhile, the pilot soon returned to the airport in Nassau. He reported to the airport via radio communication even before his landing, "The enemy’s two big ships have already been found… Inform General Santos that he can now send out a fleet to begin his raid.
I just shot down an enemy reconnaissance plane today as well, and the pilot sank deep into the sea. I think you guys can start preparing the paint… It’s time to draw a record icon on my fighter plane. ”
Everyone from the airport instantly burst into cheers, applauding the splendid record of their own pilot.
