Invasion of America

Chapter 28 Attack on the Police Station
Shortly after nightfall, Chief Matthew sat alone in his office at the town police station.

The desk lamp cast his solitary figure on the wall. His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table in a disordered rhythm, just like his mood at the moment.

He usually didn't think there was anything special about the gruff Congers. Instead, he thought he was unpopular, simple-minded, and easy to control.

But Congers was away for only three days, and the town's law and order was in shambles, as if the main beam had been pulled out of the house.

Even within the police station of a dozen people, there was a hint of instability - half of the colleagues disliked Congers's dominance and recklessness, while the other half remained silent.

When Matthew treated Congers as a pawn and tried to kill him, those who hated Congers were not happy for long. Instead, the morale of those who kept silent plummeted and their resentment towards Matthew increased sharply.

Bad things happened one after another, and Director Matthew initially felt the anger boiling in his chest, like a volcano about to erupt.

But soon, he was surprised to find that he was not the volcano, but sitting on the crater. The magma eruption entered the countdown, and he was powerless to stop it.

Director Matthew was frustrated, and various ideas popped up in his mind, but none of them could perfectly solve the current problem. Just when he was unsure about what to do, the phone on the table buzzed.

It was a video call from Erwin.

The director answered the call immediately, and a picture appeared on his phone. It was Congers, who had been missing for three days, staring at him with anger on his face.

As for Erwin, he was tied to a chair, dark red blood oozing from the torn wound on his forehead, forming a winding stream on his pale cheek. His head was drooping and he looked listless.

The background is a mottled cement wall, with faintly visible mold spots outlining the unique damp outline of the basement.

"Congers, did you catch your partner?" Director Matthew was already feeling depressed, and now his scalp was aching.

But he didn't lose face, so he kept his composure and asked, "That's great. I've been missing you these past three days. We can have a good talk."

"Release my wife and daughter, and give me another million dollars." Congers' voice came from the phone, "Otherwise I will hand Erwin over to the FBI.

In order to save his own life, he will definitely become a witness and expose all the dirty deeds you have done.

Even if he doesn't tell me, I will. I have all the inside information about your recent collaboration with Apocalypse Biology.

From the shipping records of the "special cargo" you transferred to Apocalypse Biology, to the dozen or so concrete corpses sunk in San Juan Bay.

You are the biggest human trafficker in Miami, luring illegal immigrants from South America ashore and then using them as consumables.

You owe money to several drug lords and throw the debt collectors into the sea to feed the fish. In addition, you are maliciously evading taxes. The IRS will definitely be happy to talk to you.

Director Matthew fell silent in response to Congers's threats. He wasn't too afraid of the first two threats, but an IRS audit would be a real challenge.

"Release your wife and daughter, plus one million dollars? No problem." The director agreed readily.

"Where am I going to send your wife and daughter? How are you going to get the money? And how do I know you'll keep your promise?"

"I don't have time to waste with you, and no matter what you think, I'll wait at Erwin's house.

If you don’t see my wife, kids, and money within the hour, you can talk to the FBI and the IRS about trust issues.”

After the call ended, Kangsi sent a message a short while later, saying, "I'll keep an eye on you. Don't force me to die with you."

The director saw the message and was so angry that he slammed the table. When he called again, the other party's phone was completely turned off.

But soon, he showed a somewhat sinister smile again, and said to himself: “Idiot Congers, how could he be so naive?
He must be exhausted and have nowhere to run. But there is no way I will compromise with him. I will not give in at all."

Without further ado, Chief Matthew immediately called the last of his trusted associates in the police station and led a team to attack the place where Congers was hiding.
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Just a minute later, two police cars roared out of the town police station and headed for Alvin's villa outside the town.

Director Matthew stood at the window of his office, watching his men set out to catch the traitor who was blackmailing him, and sneered.

America is indeed a place of freedom and human rights, provided you don't offend the bigwigs who hold public power.

Otherwise, the common people will see what it means to "manipulate public opinion and distort the truth."

Director Matthew is not a man without backing. He is not afraid of Congers's revelations at all. He just wants to catch the man as soon as possible and kill him completely.

Just as the chief sent out his men, at an intersection less than a hundred meters from the police station, a pickup truck appeared hidden in the darkness, like a lurking ferocious beast.

In the cab, Zhou Qingfeng looked at the police car driving away and said in surprise, "That Chief Matthew doesn't seem very smart.

It was just a simple phone call, was he so easily fooled? The subsequent routines designed for him had no chance of being used at all."

He grabbed the encrypted intercom and called out, "The police are coming out. They'll be here in about three minutes."

Congers replied over the radio, "I've also prepared the trap here. I'll be joining you shortly."

Old man Hammer sat next to Zhou Qingfeng and scoffed, "Do you think the director has a choice?
Or will he actually pay a million dollars? Congers is cornered, and so is he?

Zhou Qingfeng hummed twice, grabbed a pair of stockings and put them on his head, covering his head and face in a few seconds.

Two minutes later, Congers drove over from Erwin's house to meet him. Without trying to hide his face, he asked Zhou Qingfeng in surprise, "Where did you get the stockings?"

"We were attacked three nights ago. When I took Carl away, I thought I could use the stockings, so I took them from Julia's closet." He said this with confidence.

Congers said angrily, "You took my wife's stockings?"

Zhou Qingfeng spread his hands and said, "I'd like to take Selena's, but your daughter has thin legs and her stockings are small. Your wife is plump and likes to wear black stockings, so they're more suitable for pulling over her head."

"You," Congers said, getting angry, "you also wore stockings when you stole the lottery last time. Did you take my wife's?"

"Yeah, I took it from the laundry basket. Julia found out about it later. But thankfully she didn't say anything. I'm really grateful she saved my face."

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's complacency, Congers wanted to give him a beating. Julia said that the boy went out in the middle of the night, but she didn't say that he had stolen stockings.
It really makes me so angry.

"Stop talking nonsense. We don't have much time. If Matthew's iron rod returns, we will be left with nowhere to escape."

The pickup truck started and drove a few dozen meters before stopping in front of the police station.

Congers jumped out of the car first, grabbed an assault rifle, rushed to the door, and kicked the heavy door open.

The guns came from Erwin's stockpile; police officers usually kept several at home. Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a shotgun and followed behind Congers, providing cover for him.

There was a drone hovering above the two men's heads, controlled by old man Hammer, monitoring the area around the police station and providing some early warning to prevent any problems with the retreat.
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The Baitan Town Police Station is already short-staffed, and the night shift is even more deserted.

After being lured away, only a middle-aged female civilian police officer was left behind to answer the phone.

When Congers kicked open the door of the police station, the entire hall was empty and the middle-aged female police officer looked up in panic.

This guy is fat and doesn't even participate in patrols on weekdays, let alone any combat capability.

"Congers!" The policewoman recognized the familiar face and saw the assault rifle tightly held in the other party's hand. She was so scared that her face turned pale and her voice trembled and broke.

"Don't...don't get excited! Chief Matthew is in his office! I strongly oppose your resignation and will never stop you from doing anything. Please don't shoot!"

As she shouted, she very skillfully put her hands on her head and shrank into the corner obediently, not even daring to look at Congers.

If there were one or two responsible police officers in the entire police station, even if they just drew their guns to deter others, Congers would not have been able to march in so easily.

But Chief Matthew had already destroyed the morale of the police station himself, and he never expected that someone would be so bold as to break into the police station with a gun.

In the office, the director sat in a large office chair, still thinking about what finishing work he needed to do after getting rid of Ervin and Congers.

He was startled when he heard the female police officer's scream outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door was kicked open with a bang, and Congers rushed in with a gun in his hand like an angry Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The director's heart sank. He instinctively stood up, his face turning pale. In this life-or-death moment, an absurd thought flashed through his mind: When had this rough fellow, Congers, become so clever? He'd actually learned to cheat?

"You...why are you here?" Director Matthew tried to remain calm, but his voice trembled uncontrollably. "Shouldn't you be..."

"Where is he? In the small villa outside the town, waiting to be caught by your people?" Congers sneered, pointing the gun steadily at Director Matthew's chest.

Cold sweat broke out on Chief Matthew's forehead, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of the table. There was a pistol in the drawer, but he didn't dare move when facing the gunpoint.

"Congers, we can talk..." Director Matthew forced a smile, his voice dry, "Don't forget your wife and daughter."

Zhou Qingfeng, wearing stockings, followed in with a gun, aimed the gun at the prone female police officer, and shouted, "Hurry up, Congers, we don't have time to waste."

Congers turned the butt of his gun and first hit the director hard on the head to vent his anger.

Director Matthew's face was covered with blood, his eyebrow was broken, blood was splattered, one of his eyes was swollen, and he fell to the ground screaming.

Congers took out another anesthetic needle from his pocket and injected two milliliters of propofol into his neck.

After more than ten seconds, the director's brain suddenly crashed and he lost consciousness.

Zhou Qingfeng entered the director's office and searched his desk, focusing on his phone. He asked, "What does this guy use to unlock his phone?"

"Right index finger." Congers grabbed the director's right hand, picked up his index finger and pressed it on the fingerprint area on the back of his phone.

After unlocking the phone, Zhou Qingfeng quickly connected it to a decoder and threw it into his backpack, leaving the rest of the work to the wireless processing of the Grey Shark.

Congers dragged the fat and heavy chief out of the police station like a dead pig and into the pickup truck parked outside.

Zhou Qingfeng aimed his gun at the female police officer on duty and asked with a sinister smile, "Will you call the police?"

Facing the muzzle of the shotgun, the policewoman was so scared that her heart almost broke. She didn't find the masked gunman's joke funny at all.

Zhou Qingfeng forced the policewoman to lie down, pulled out a toy grenade from his pocket, ripped off the ring, and stuffed it under her, threatening her: "Hold it tight, or it will explode."

The policewoman was already crying loudly, with snot bubbles on her nose and tears streaming down her face. She quickly said that she would never move and would never report it.

The entire hijacking process took less than two minutes.
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At the same time, Director Matthew's trusted men broke into Erwin's house like wolves and tigers.

The leading police officer strode to the basement entrance and shouted like thunder: "Congers, come out, you are under arrest!"

The sound echoed in the basement, but it was like facing a pool of stagnant water, quiet and silent, without even a ripple.

Just as the leading police officer was about to take off the stun grenade and throw it into the basement, a creepy laugh suddenly rang out from the speakers in the house. It was the electronic sound of "Gray Shark".

"Everyone, I'm glad you've naively fallen into my trap. But please stop here and don't act rashly.

I've planted explosives in this room, and cameras are coldly watching your every move.

I hope you can sit down, enjoy a beer or a drink, or turn on the TV to watch the game. But if you dare to run outside, I will not hesitate to detonate the explosives."

The sound seemed to come from all directions, and several policemen who had rashly rushed in were suddenly struck by lightning, because they did see a bundle of explosives placed in the middle of the living room.

Judging from the amount, if the explosives were real, they would be powerful enough to reduce the entire house to rubble.

The several policemen staying in the house would be blown into meat paste in an instant. It would be a blessing from their ancestors if some flesh, skin and bones were left behind.

Despite his shock, the leading police officer did not give up. He did not doubt whether the explosives were real or fake. Instead, he looked around the room and shouted:

"Are you an accomplice of Congers? What's the point of keeping us here? There are other bigwigs behind Director Matthew. What you should do is escape, not stay and die."

"Big shot?" a slyly laughing voice sneered from the speakers. "What kind of big shot can a small-town police chief befriend? Can he withstand the pressure of over a billion dollars?"
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As Zhou Qingfeng quietly took action, his full-time lawyer, Old Baker, who was known for his shrewdness and greed, also started his game.

He invited the Miami-Dade County district attorney to dinner at an upscale restaurant with elegant decor and an intimate atmosphere.

A "county" in the United States is larger in administrative division than a "city," and the district attorney is an important position at the state level.

He has great discretion over cases, especially in those cases that touch the nerves of society and attract widespread attention. His personal intervention can often influence the direction of the case.

Because of its importance, the position of District Attorney requires a fiercely contested election to obtain it. For example, a vice president with a mistress who loved to laugh once held this position.

And campaigning requires money.

Halfway through the dinner, Old Baker smiled and made his request, "Sir Dave, I have a client who hopes to provide you with $50,000 in campaign funds."

"Fifty thousand dollars? That's a lot of money." District Attorney Dave ran his knife and fork lightly across the steak. "So, what does he need me to do?"

American politicians are always extremely cautious about accepting money and they will not accept huge amounts of money at one time.

Instead, they prefer to establish a long-term symbiotic relationship with their sponsors to avoid being caught by their opponents due to their greed and ruining their political career.

"My client hopes that you will personally intervene in a police corruption case and protect a brave senior FBI agent to ensure that he is not harmed in any way."

Old Baker said this, picking up a file bag from his feet and handing it over.

Prosecutor Dave pulled out a few pages of documents from the file bag, glanced quickly at them, and then uttered a meaningful sound, "Oh, what happened in White Beach Town? I've heard about it."

See, it's often that simple.

The upper-level bureaucrats are not completely ignorant of the conditions at the bottom. They are neither deaf nor blind, and the information they possess is far richer and more extensive than that of the people at the bottom.

However, they only intervene when things become a hot topic and public resentment boils over.

This not only demonstrates one's ability and authority, but also turns crisis resolution into one's own political achievement.

"Baker, it seems your client has a strong sense of justice. What's his name?"

"Victor."

"Is that the Chinese guy who won the grand prize? I heard he's having some trouble with the FBI."

"The trouble has been solved."

"No one can accuse him?"

"No, the Powerball jackpot redemption process has been completed ahead of schedule, and the money has already arrived."

"Ahead of schedule?" Prosecutor Dave was quite moved. He knew very well that things that followed procedures were difficult to accomplish ahead of schedule. "How did you do it?"

Old Baker was not afraid of leaks at all. "It's simple. Kelly found Richard, the chief legal counsel of the lottery commission.

Although the consultant and Victor had a disagreement in the past, Kelly told him that he could either get nothing or get a million-dollar annual salary from the Holy Light Foundation.

He finally decided to help.”

The prosecutor paused for a few seconds with his knife and fork, then burst into laughter, "You lawyers are as shameless as ever.

For the sake of money, you have no stance or principles at all.

In that case, I would be happy to make friends with a young wealthy man and put the chaos in Baitan Town back on track. Of course, the prerequisite is that you have sufficient evidence."

Old Baker nodded, his phone screen suddenly lighting up with a new text message. He tilted his head to glance at it and smiled, "We have the evidence."

(End of this chapter)