Invasion of America

Chapter 30 'Osprey'

Late at night, the crime scene in Baitan Town was illuminated as bright as day by the headlights of a wheeled armored vehicle.

Inside and outside the lights, a dozen National Guard soldiers were fully armed, but seemed a little bored.

They were ordered to maintain order, but no force in the town dared to challenge their military force.

The soldiers leaned against the armored vehicle, talking in low voices, occasionally glancing at the busy FBI agents in the distance, with a hint of disdain and helplessness in their eyes.

The FBI agents seemed particularly nervous. They gripped their guns tightly, walked cautiously, and carefully searched every corner of the house, ready to respond to any emergency at any time.

When they walked into the basement, damp steam hit them in the face. Under the bright light, the water stains on the ground reflected a glaring light.

Zhou Qingfeng was outside the house thinking about how to investigate the details of "Death Knell", while Congers woke up from anesthesia in the basement.

His vision was blurry, and he could hear some indifferent conversations. He struggled to look up and saw several agents busy searching the room, ignoring him.

"Help... Save my wife and daughter..." Kongs sat up unsteadily from the floor, his voice trembling and weak.

He stretched out his hand, as if trying to grasp something, but only grasped air. His plea echoed in the basement, but no one responded.

An agent heard the sound, turned around, frowned and asked, "Who is this guy?"

The agent next to him glanced at him and said coldly, "It's Congers, the previously wanted criminal. Now... he's just lucky, I guess."

That Asian guy has connections at the Ministry of Justice, and the White Beach case needs to be reinvestigated. Help him up and send him back to take a statement.

The agent who asked the question took a look at Congers's large frame and shook his head. "I can't help him. Let him get up on his own."

Congers' hands drooped limply, his eyes filled with despair. His pleas went unanswered, and the detectives coldly avoided him.

Only one agent said impatiently, "We'll take your statement when we're done here. Don't get in our way now."

Congers' heart sank into an icy cave, and he felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world. The fate of his wife and daughter hung in the balance, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

FBI Deputy Director Schulte went into the basement.

Judging from his age and appearance, Congers must be a high-ranking official. He struggled to his feet and pleaded urgently, "Please... My wife and daughter... haven't been found yet... You must save them!"

At this moment, Schulte only wanted to take the Matthew family away. As for Congers, he deliberately avoided him and said in a formal manner: "Don't worry, we will do our best to handle it."

Just then, the deputy director's phone rang. He glanced down at the number on the screen, his expression changing slightly. He then turned and left the basement, avoiding everyone's sight to answer the call.

At the same time, Director Matthew, who was almost exhausted by waterboarding, broke free from his restraints and was helped up by two FBI agents.

Although he was so weak that he could barely stand, his eyes looked at Congers coldly, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if to say: "You are finished, and your wife and daughter are finished too."

Matthew's family members were also released one by one. They did not hide their hatred for Congers, cursing and cursing his wife and daughter to suffer endless humiliation and torture.

Kangges felt his hands and feet were cold and his heart was filled with despair.

Zhou Qingfeng returned to the basement again. He picked up a heavy cardboard box from the corner and turned to leave.

This careless action immediately attracted the attention of FBI agents.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing? We have taken over this place and you can't enter again. Put down what you have in your hand and get out immediately!" an agent shouted sternly.

Another agent stepped forward, glanced at the cardboard box, and shouted angrily, "How dare you take the evidence right in front of us! Put it down, or I'll arrest you immediately!"

Zhou Qingfeng was holding a box of US dollars in cash, part of Matthew's accumulated wealth over the years. When the agent tried to stop him, he shouted disdainfully, "Get out of here! Don't bother yourself."

How could the agents give way? The standoff between the two sides escalated instantly.

Seeing this, Director Ma Xiu gathered up strength from nowhere and shouted at Zhou Qingfeng, "It's him! He's the one who lynched me! Catch him!"

An FBI agent immediately raised his gun and shouted, "Who gave you the authority to illegally carry out lynching? I want to arrest you!"

This intensified the conflict.

Just as Zhou Qingfeng was about to call for help from the ground troops, Congers suddenly erupted. He grabbed a rifle from the corner and pointed it at the agents, his voice hoarse and angry:
"You bastards! I begged you to save my wife and daughter, but you remained indifferent! Now that you see the suspect being tortured, you are pretending to be righteous!

Since you won't help me, let me take on all of this! Do you dare to risk your own life and die in the line of duty?

Someone had a falling out, and the atmosphere in the basement froze instantly.

The agents were all dumbfounded. Facing the gun, they had nowhere to hide and could only retreat.

Someone tried to appease Congers by using the law: "Congers, calm down! You're breaking the law! Put down the gun, and we can talk!"

Congers had lost his mind. The rifle in his hand stabbed an agent's forehead, and the hard muzzle forced the agent to put his hands against the wall. He was in unbearable pain but dared not make a sound.

"Calm down? Calm down now! Calm down! Calm down!" The barrel of Congers' rifle was like a headless spear, stabbing the agent in pain.

After Deputy Director Schulte finished his call and returned to the basement, he heard Congers's roar first and subconsciously assumed a commanding attitude, angrily shouting:

"Congers, you're still wanted! Don't ruin your future! I order you to put down your gun!"

After he finished speaking, the deputy chief walked up the last stairs of the basement and saw the rifle in Congers' hand.

This sentence was like adding fuel to the fire.

Congers's sanity collapsed instantly, and he suddenly turned the butt of the gun and hit Schulte's head hard.

With a dull thud, the deputy director of the FBI's Miami branch suffered a fractured skull, blood splattered everywhere, and he fell to the ground dead on the spot.

All the agents immediately became quiet, holding their hands high. No one dared to say a word, and they even held their breath, for fear of provoking the rifle in Congers' hand.

Congers' eyes were red and he had completely lost his mind.

He decided to go all out and dragged over the Matthew family who had caused his wife and daughter to disappear. He used the butt of his gun to hit them one by one on the head, causing their skulls to burst.

The basement floor was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Zhou Qingfeng watched all this coldly, waiting for Congers to kill all the agents before he said, "I found the whereabouts of 'Death Knell'."

Congers stopped immediately, staring and asking, "Where is that bastard?"

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the corpse on the ground, then looked at the terrified FBI agents opposite him, and opened the cardboard box containing US dollars in his hand.

The meaning was obvious. Several agents understood it immediately, nodding their heads and shouting, "We're willing to cooperate, and we can get paid."

Schulte was ordered to come to White Beach in the middle of the night by police helicopter, and there were only three or four agents who arrived earlier with him.

Facing Congers' gun, the agents dared not say a word.
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Zhou Qingfeng returned to the ground with the box and generously distributed money to the National Guard soldiers who came to work on site.

Each person had a thick stack of cash.

The soldiers who received the money were stunned, wondering what was going on? Were they expected to kill or burn people?

If someone offers money, it would be unreasonable not to accept it. After all, they are not our soldiers.

The lieutenant of the guard team who led the team was a little hesitant and felt uneasy about this act of bribery on the spot - Zhou Qingfeng wanted to borrow his armored vehicle, and he righteously refused.

"Boy, you are insulting me. Open bribery is illegal."

Zhou Qingfeng glanced around and asked calmly, "How is it public? Who can prove that this is illegal?"

Several FBI agents followed Zhou Qingfeng, and Congers stood behind them with a gun.

When Zhou Qingfeng asked the question, everyone present naturally looked over, obviously believing that they were outsiders.

The agents were terrified. No matter how powerful the FBI was, they couldn't reason with these soldiers. Besides, there was a man behind them who was desperate to save his wife and daughter. If they said the wrong thing at this time, Congers might not die, but the agents would definitely not survive.

One agent raised his arm and shouted, "Give me some money, please."

The other agent was even more anxious. "Two. I want two."

The third agent went straight up and grabbed the money from the cash box, holding it high and shouting, "If you don't take it and I don't take it, how can you take it? If you don't take it, how can the boss take it? I want three copies."

Oh. The soldiers' eyes immediately became kind, and the atmosphere on the scene became much more lively.

The pressure immediately fell on the lieutenant of the guard. He was only in his twenties and hadn't reacted yet. He asked in a low voice:

"Is this appropriate? Won't it be investigated? Perhaps I should contact the commander and ask about the situation."

The dozen or so soldiers at the scene immediately wondered if their lieutenant was a little stupid.

How can you ask your superior about this? Did your superior order you to take the bribe? If you took the money, why not just give your superior a share?

The key point is that Zhou Qingfeng was too generous with the money. The cardboard box in his hand was full, and each stack inside was worth ten thousand US dollars.

Kelly didn't go into the basement with Zhou Qingfeng, but she was very excited about this blatant act of bribery.

When she heard the lieutenant wanted to contact his superior, she immediately said, "Who is your superior? I can contact your superior's superior's superior and give you orders directly."

The lieutenant was stunned for a few seconds, as if realizing that his official rank was indeed a bit low.

Old man Hammer was the most slick. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he knew it clearly from Congers's ferocious attitude. He asked several FBI agents:
"Given the current emergency situation in Baitan Town, it should be okay to ask the guards to assist in the investigation, right?"

"No problem." The three agents, just wanting to get through this, nodded in unison. "We're short-staffed, so we need the help of the guards."

Old man Hammer continued, "Congers is still the sheriff, and he bears all the responsibility. But the situation is urgent now, and we just need more manpower."

When the lieutenant of the guard heard that he was not responsible, he became hesitant.

In addition, Kelly made some phone calls and actually contacted the lieutenant's superior, asking him to cooperate with the FBI investigation.

The lieutenant was relieved, but then hesitated, saying, "I brought two platoons this time. There are only two squads here. The rest of the personnel are deployed elsewhere in the town."

Zhou Qingfeng directly threw the cardboard box containing money into the hands of the lieutenant, "There is enough money here, you can distribute it.

My request is not high. I just want to borrow your manpower and equipment to stabilize the situation and force the enemy to not dare to resist. If we really need to do any dirty work, we can do it ourselves. You don't need us."

Congers looked ferocious and desperate, and the smell of blood still lingered. Deputy Chief Schulte hadn't emerged from the house. Any fool could guess what had happened in the basement.

The cardboard box was heavy, with at least a hundred stacks of stuff inside.

The lieutenant held the thing, breathing heavily. He asked where Zhou Qingfeng was going, and confirmed it was a large farm a hundred kilometers away. Recalling Director Matthew's confession, he no longer had any doubts.

but
"Driving an armored vehicle is a bit slow." The lieutenant thought for a moment and decided to help as much as possible. "It would be much faster if we flew over."

fly?
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the only police helicopter at the scene. That thing, including the pilot, could only fit six or seven people at most.

It would be a stretch to use this small number of people to take on the most vicious gangs. He valued the armored vehicles of the security team, which would surely be a deterrent when they drove over.

There are heavy machine guns on the armored vehicles, and a string of blank bullets can scare people to death.

The lieutenant followed Zhou Qingfeng's gaze, shook his head and said, "I'm not talking about this thing, I'm talking about my colleagues who are conducting night flight training.

Ask them to stop by and make some extra cash, and give us a quick flight.

Night flight training?

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but ask, "What does your colleague drive?"
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At the same time, at Chris's family farm, the barbecue party was reaching its climax.

The bonfire reflected the drunken faces, the laughter and the clinking of glasses were intertwined, everything was beautiful.

However, Old Chris's face was as gloomy as the dark clouds before a storm. He had just finished a call with Deputy Director Schulte, and his unease was growing stronger.

He called his eldest son, John Chris, aside and angrily shouted in a low voice, "The FBI is reinvestigating the White Beach case. Director Matthew is finished!

What on earth did you do to deserve being found here?"

According to the current unspoken rules of the United States for dealing with illegal immigrants, getting some cheap labor is not a big deal.

After all, without illegal immigrants, prices in the bottom labor market in the United States will soar, triggering a series of vicious cycles such as rising prices.

Even if the Immigration Bureau caught them, the Chris family would at most have to pay some fines and have the illegal immigrants deported.

But that is clearly not the case now.

Facing his father's questioning, John Cleese, nicknamed 'Death Knell', reluctantly explained, "Dad, this is not my fault.

I sent someone to take over the goods delivered by Matthew. When the truck came back, in addition to a group of immigrants from Colombia, there were also two beautiful women with their hands and feet tied.

I don't know what Matthew wants to do, maybe he wants us to help him sell those two women. Anyway, that kind of stuff is easy to sell, and many customers are willing to pay a high price for it.

After hearing this, Old Chris slapped his eldest son in the face. The crisp sound of the slap was particularly harsh in the night sky.

The family members around the campfire turned their heads one after another, and the scene became quiet for a moment.

"Idiot!" Old Chris lowered his voice and said through gritted teeth, "Those two women are obviously not ordinary people!
If someone can call your phone, it means you have offended someone with connections! Tell me, what did the other party say to you?

John Chris covered his face and whispered the conversation between him and Zhou Qingfeng.

When he mentioned the Department of Homeland Security, Chris Sr.'s face instantly turned even uglier. Before his son could finish, he slapped him again.

"Pa!" This slap was harder than the previous one, and it made the eldest son stagger.

"The fact they were able to accurately locate you might actually be related to the Department of Homeland Security! You're courting death by not taking it seriously!"

Old Chris's tone was filled with anger and anxiety.

John Chris finally realized the seriousness of the situation and said hesitantly, "How about... I let him go right away?"

"Release? Why release it now?" Old Chris said angrily, "Maybe the person who called you has already come to kill you!
Go and get rid of those two women right away, and don't leave any traces! Even if someone finds out, deny any knowledge of the matter!"

John Chris nodded. "Okay, Father. Tomorrow I will..."

"Idiot, go now!" Old Chris interrupted him almost roaring.

John Chris didn't dare to delay any longer and turned around and walked quickly towards the farm warehouse.
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At the same time, two CV-22 Osprey tilt-rotor aircraft arrived over Baitan Town and became the air taxis that were summoned.

They are from Hurlburt, Florida, and belong to the 1th Squadron of the st Special Operations Wing of the US Air Force.

A huge aircraft descended from the sky, drawing an arc in the night sky. The roar of the rotors broke the silence of the night, and the strong wind caused the trees on the ground to shake violently.

Zhou Qingfeng and the others quickly boarded the plane. He personally walked into the cockpit and put down several thick stacks of US dollar cash without saying a word.

The two helmeted pilots looked down at the pile of bills, their lips curled slightly. They saluted with two fingers together and loudly promised, "We'll be over the target in fifteen minutes!"

Zhou Qingfeng nodded and turned back to the cabin. He was accompanied by a group of twenty-something guards who had come to earn extra money to keep up appearances.

Sitting by the window, Congers gripped his rifle tightly, staring out the window with only one thought in his mind: "Kill any enemy at any cost."

In the night sky, the stars are dim.

The roar of the engine sounded again, and the huge body slowly rose into the air and flew towards the Chris family's farm.

(End of this chapter)