Invasion of America

Chapter 21 Counterattack
The situation was so bad that Zhou Qingfeng could almost hear his own heartbeat, which was roaring in his chest like a drum, making his eardrums tremble.

Who could have imagined that two FBI agents would kill each other while in control of a situation?

This absurd plot seemed like a scene directly taken from a cheesy action movie, but it was actually happening before my eyes, without any warning or logic.

Zhou Qingfeng's instinct for survival made him react quickly. He subconsciously rushed into the nearest kitchen, his body as nimble and quick as a frightened cat.

But the kitchen is open plan and the space is wide open, with not many corners to hide in.

Zhou Qingfeng leaned against the cooking table, his chest heaving violently, and his breathing was as rapid as if he had just finished a marathon.

He clutched the kitchen knife Julia used to chop vegetables. The blade gleamed coldly under the LED light overhead. It was the only weapon he could grab.

At the other end of the kitchen, the FBI agent was approaching, his footsteps heavy and slow, like a countdown to death.

Zhou Qingfeng could feel that his back was soaked with cold sweat, and his clothes were sticking to his skin, giving him a sticky and uncomfortable feeling.

His brain was working rapidly, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the desperate situation.

"Get out here and don't force me to play cat and mouse with you." The agent's voice was low and cold.

"Otherwise I'll shoot your legs first. Anyway, the higher-ups just want you to be alive, they don't mind a few more holes in your body."

Zhou Qingfeng did not respond. His eyes quickly swept across every corner of the kitchen, finally stopping on the LED headlight on the ceiling.

It was a pure white light source of several dozen watts, bright and soft, providing the only lighting for the kitchen of seven or eight square meters.

A possible way to escape quickly flashed through his mind. Although it was risky, it was highly feasible.

There was no time to hesitate, nor was there time to overthink the consequences. He swung his hand violently, and the kitchen knife shot like an arrow towards the LED light on the ceiling.

"Snapped!"

A crisp cracking sound was heard as the knife accurately hit the LED light. However, the light remained unaffected.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't have time to feel upset. He reached out to the sink and grabbed the knife block full of kitchen knives.

Crackling, four or five different types of table knives fell to the ground, making crisp metal collision sounds.

The FBI agent obviously did not expect this. He thought Zhou Qingfeng had been disarmed and had no gun in his hand, so he was sure of victory.

When he saw something flying out from behind the kitchen counter, he instinctively dodged to the side, leaning his body slightly to avoid possible attacks.

After moving out of the way, the agent discovered that Zhou Qingfeng wanted to turn off the light, so he raised his gun and fired, hoping to cripple the hand that was holding the knife holder.

But after a gunshot, Zhou Qingfeng's hand appeared from another direction and threw a knife over.

The whole process was very smooth, quick as lightning, and only took a breath or two.

Throwing knives is a unique skill that Zhou Qingfeng has mastered over the past ten years in the apocalypse. He can throw anything he can grab. He does this for convenience and emergency purposes, taking the enemy by surprise and buying time.

The blade was fast and fierce, piercing the opponent's hair in front of his forehead and hitting the living room ceiling with a "dong" sound. The handle of the knife shook with a trembling sound.

"Fuck!" The FBI agent was almost stabbed to death. In a rage, he fired several shots at the back of the kitchen counter, trying to force Zhou Qingfeng who was hiding behind it to come out.

But the next second.
"Snap!" With a crisp, shattering sound, the third kitchen knife accurately struck the LED light. The bulb exploded instantly, the dazzling white light extinguished in an instant, and the kitchen was plunged into darkness.

The sudden change in light blurred the FBI agent's vision for two or three seconds. He instinctively ducked back toward the living room, fearing a fatal accident.

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng moved.

He leaped out from behind the counter like a cheetah, and took advantage of his opponent's brief avoidance to move to the other side of the kitchen.

Although the FBI agent dodged the second time, his gun fired again, blocking Zhou Qingfeng's possible escape route. His order was to capture the guy, not to leave him unscathed.

Two gunshots rang out in the kitchen, and the bullets hit the wall and cabinets, making a sharp crackling sound.

But Zhou Qingfeng didn't plan to rush in, because outside the kitchen was the dining room, and outside the dining room was the living room. The space was too large and there was nowhere to hide. If he showed his head, he would definitely be shot.

His target was the stove next to the sink, under which was a loaded gun hidden in the cabinet.

It was a compact Glock 44, chambered for the low-powered .22LR bullet, and was Julia's self-defense weapon.

Don't forget, this is Sheriff Conger's home, and there are several pistols hidden in the house. Even the seemingly weak Selina has her own self-defense weapon.

Zhou Qingfeng could only pray that Julia hadn't taken her gun with her when she left in such a hurry. Otherwise, he would be in trouble.

His fingers touched the handle of the cabinet door, but the FBI agent's sneer rang in his ears, "You think you can get away?"

The other person's eyesight had apparently returned.

Zhou Qingfeng paid no attention to this. He flung open the cabinet door and quickly reached for the top of the cabinet.

There is a simple holster nailed there. On weekdays, the "Glock 44" is inserted in the holster, ready to be used at any time.

However, his palm grabbed nothing.

There was nothing in the holster, absolutely nothing.

Julia, always cautious, took her gun.

Zhou Qingfeng's heartbeat seemed to stop at this moment, all the sounds disappeared, leaving only the suffocating silence in his ears.

His mind went blank. He turned around and saw the FBI agent's fierce eyes and the black muzzle of his gun in the dim light from the living room.

"Boy, I'm going to break your legs!"

Bang! The gunshot rang out, making Zhou Qingfeng's eardrums buzz.

He instinctively closed his eyes and his body couldn't help but tremble, as if he felt the severe pain of the bullet piercing his body.

However, the expected pain did not come.

He opened his eyes and found that the FBI agent's expression was frozen on his face, with an expression of disbelief and astonishment in his eyes.

The other person slowly turned around, looked behind him, and cursed, "Fuck, Carl..." Then, as if all his strength was drained out, he fell to the ground with a thud.

A moment later, Inspector Carl stumbled over. Half his face was rotten and bleeding, his eyes cold and sharp, like an avenger crawling out of hell.

Zhou Qingfeng was surprised and asked, "You're not fucking dead?"

Inspector Carl was indeed not dead, but this was not a fluke, but because of Zhou Qingfeng's alertness at that moment.

When his partner shot him, his eyes turned away.

It was during this turn that Carl saw his partner's gun aimed at his head and subconsciously turned away.

The bullet that was originally intended to hit the back of his head grazed his jaw, broke his cheekbone and exited from the other side.

Blood gushed out instantly, and Carl's body fell heavily to the ground. The severe pain almost made him lose consciousness.

Because Zhou Qingfeng had fled, the FBI agent failed to carefully examine Carl's injuries, let alone fire a second round of shots, mistakenly assuming the target was dead. While the FBI agent and Zhou Qingfeng were fighting in the kitchen, Carl, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to his feet.

His vision was blurred and his ears were buzzing, but the anger and obsession in his heart supported him. He raised the gun shakily, aimed it at his former partner from behind, and pulled the trigger.

Gunshots rang out and the FBI agent fell to the ground.

Inspector Carl himself was already at the end of his strength, with blood constantly gushing out of his mouth and half of his tongue sticking out along with the blood.

He was unable to speak at all and could only make inarticulate groans.

Zhou Qingfeng and Karl stood face to face, stunned, and quickly took out his cell phone, "I'll call the police right away, and call an ambulance for you right away."

Inspector Carl reached out and stopped Zhou Qingfeng from dialing. His fingers trembled as he typed a line of words on Zhou Qingfeng's phone:

"Don't call the police. There's a mole among my colleagues. I can't hold on any longer. If we're sent to the hospital, neither you nor I will survive. Help me contact them."

Zhou Qingfeng's heart sank when he heard this. He asked, "Who should I contact?"

However, Inspector Carr could no longer answer. His eyes went dark, his body went limp, and he collapsed.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly supported him and shouted urgently, "Hey, don't die! If you die, I'll become a wanted criminal for killing two FBI agents!"

As soon as he said this, he was stunned. Didn't Sheriff Congers also flee after killing two FBI agents?

Could it be that... the same thing is happening again?

Looking at the statement that "there is a mole" that Carl left on his phone, even a fool would know how serious the situation is.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly calmed down, knowing he had to act quickly. He helped Carl up and quickly ran away before the police arrived.

He had been full of doubts before: Baitan Town is very small, and although the police station doesn't have many people, if they really wanted to come here, they should have arrived long ago.

Now that I think about it, there are indeed bad guys in the police station.

Karl was right. If he really called the police, they would definitely arrest Zhou Qingfeng as the murderer. He couldn't take that risk.

Before leaving, Zhou Qingfeng quickly picked up two pistols and several magazines, and took away the murdered FBI agent's cell phone.

After unlocking the phone with the corpse's finger, he quickly opened the call log and sent the number he had just answered to 'Gray Shark' with a message: "Check who is on this number?"

"Why are you so busy? I'm very busy and I need to rest." Gray Shark replied dissatisfiedly.

Zhou Qingfeng ignored the other party's complaints and briefly described what happened: "Two gunmen came to kill me, and they have been killed.

Two more FBI agents came over, and one of them shot the other in the head after answering the phone.

The one who was shot in the head didn't die, but he fainted. Now I want to know who called these two FBI agents to kill each other?

Gray Shark was silent for a few seconds. "Fuck, you even ran into a mole in the FBI. Why are you telling me this?"

If you want to die, don't drag me down. I'm just doing some shady business to make a living. I can't fight against a professional organization like the FBI."

Gray Shark on the other end of the phone was going crazy, his voice filled with extreme anxiety. The trouble Zhou Qingfeng had brought was beyond his tolerance.

But Zhou Qingfeng had no choice at this moment. His situation couldn't get any worse. If even the FBI could be infiltrated, who could guarantee the innocence of others?

He even doubted the reliability of Jennifer's staff. After all, those money-oriented people would betray him without hesitation if they sensed danger.

There were three cars parked outside the house, each one a sign of some kind of fate.

The first one was a Nissan driven by Carl. It looked ordinary, like a family car that could be seen everywhere on the road.

But Zhou Qingfeng knew that the interior of this type of car was often modified and equipped with FBI-specific communication equipment and tracking systems. Although it had excellent performance, it absolutely could not be driven now.

Driving out would be like walking into a trap.

Zhou Qingfeng dragged Karl's heavy body and instinctively walked towards the car he was driving.

It was an ordinary car rented from a car rental company. It looked unremarkable, but it was also equipped with a locator.

If the police wanted to track him down, they could easily find him. Halfway through his walk, he stopped, his brow furrowed, his eyes fixed on the pickup truck driven by the killer.

The pickup truck looked tattered, with scratches and rust all over its body, and it looked quite unremarkable. But this type of vehicle must have been modified, and it was powerful enough to be used in a getaway.

Carl's body was as heavy as a bag of sand, blood was still oozing from his mouth, and his breathing was weak and rapid.

He dragged them into the back seat of the pickup truck and quickly returned to the house to search for the bodies of the two killers.

While finding the car keys, he took a photo of the body's face with his mobile phone and sent it to Gray Shark for identification.

After sending the photo, he quickly returned to the pickup truck and started the engine.

The pickup truck's engine emitted a deep roar, its power indeed strong. Zhou Qingfeng gripped the steering wheel, but he had no clear destination in mind.

He drove onto the highway outside the town at a very fast speed, but not long after, he circled back to Baitan Town.

Just then, Gray Shark called. "The two assassins are the Lippi brothers. They're worthless bastards who specialize in cheap, dirty work."

"Trash?" Zhou Qingfeng sneered, his voice filled with self-mockery and anger, "These two trash almost killed me."

"That's because your skills are too poor." Gray Shark taunted him, then pressed on, "What are you going to do next?"

"I don't know." Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the rearview mirror and felt like his head was about to explode, his thoughts in a mess.

Carl was still unconscious in the back seat, his face as pale as paper, his breathing so weak that it was almost imperceptible. Blood continued to seep from his jaw, staining the seat red.

"I have to find a doctor or Carl will die."

"Listen," Gray Shark's voice suddenly turned serious on the other end of the line. "You're in danger now. The Lippi brothers may not be top-tier, but they definitely have someone behind them directing them.

Just because you can kill them doesn't mean you can deal with the person behind it. Throw away that FBI agent and I'll find you a place to hide."

"No." Zhou Qingfeng refused without hesitation, "Karl can't die. If his partner can kill him in front of me, there must be a way to shut me up too.

Saving him is saving myself. Find me a doctor, now."

Gray Shark immediately roared, "Damn it! Do I owe you anything? I just met you today. What gives you the right to order me around like this?"

Zhou Qingfeng sneered and threatened: "Just tell me whether you will help or not? If you don't help, I will immediately call Mr. Griffin across the street from your house.

I want to tell that old, fusty guy that you've been spying on his daughter for over a decade. Your hard drive contains intimate photos of that girl from childhood to adulthood."

There was immediate silence on the other end of the line.

Ten seconds later, Gray Shark asked angrily and panicked, "Asshole, how do you know this? Even my mother doesn't know about this."

(End of this chapter)