Invasion of America

Chapter 31 Airborne
The night is dark and the bonfire is burning.

Tonight is Chris's family barbecue.

Every year they would pick a suitable day after the harvest to hold a barbecue on the open ground of the farm. However, John Chris had to leave temporarily and go to the barn of the farm.

"Sir, what should we do with those two special goods?" A subordinate followed behind him and asked carefully.

"Dig a hole and bury it." John pointed in a direction and said coldly, "Just like before, bury it over there in the orchard."

The subordinate swallowed and whispered, "Sir, those two items are very good. In order to ensure their original quality, we were very careful on the way back."

This kind of high-end goods are always rare. Some people have already placed deposits to order them on the black market, and the price is not low.

If we don't deliver, we'll lose our credibility and have to pay compensation. Perhaps... we can deliver early?"

John understood what his men meant by 'original quality' - it meant 'goods' that had never been abused, and had not been harmed physically or mentally.

If they were defective goods with physical damage or mental problems, they wouldn't be able to sell for a lot of money on the black market. After all, street whores were plentiful and not a scarce commodity.

In order to keep the "cargo" in a good mood, they have to be treated preferentially during transportation, so that they think they are just encountering some minor troubles until the moment they are sold.

But John's eyes suddenly became fierce, he turned around abruptly, grabbed his man's collar and pulled him in front of him.

The two men's faces were almost touching, and the fierce breath sprayed on the men's faces, bringing a heavy sense of oppression.

"Don't question my father's orders, except from me." John squeezed out the words through his teeth. "I don't need you to use your brain, just obey, understand?"

Thinking of this guy who was just going to bury someone alive, his face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He nodded repeatedly, "Okay...Okay, sir."

John loosened his grip, and his subordinate stumbled back a few steps, nearly falling. He dared not say another word, but followed with his head lowered, as if facing a demon.

John actually didn't think much of it, thinking his father was being overly cautious and making a big deal out of nothing.

The Chris family has been rooted in Florida for many years and has a strong background. Even the FBI's regional deputy director is supporting them.

He was sure that the person who called tonight was a fart from nowhere.

If the other party was really capable, they would have led a team to raid the farm long ago. Why would they call to ask for someone? Instead, they reminded the Chris family to destroy the evidence.

This must be a bluff, he has seen it many times.

"Go and start an excavator." John was angry and walked to the door of the barn and ordered his men.

The men did not dare to delay and immediately ran to prepare the tools for digging the pit. John pushed open the small door of the barn and walked in.

The interior of the barn was spacious and cold, and the air was filled with an earthy smell.

Modern equipment makes it look more like a laboratory than a traditional farm barn.

The huge compartments were filled with harvested crops, but John's eyes went straight to the small room at the back.

That is a place specially used to detain "special cargo".

John walked to the door, pressed his finger lightly on the combination lock, and the door slowly opened.

Inside the room, Julia and Selena were handcuffed to a steel pillar, their wrists rubbed bloody.

Julia was struggling desperately, trying to break free from the handcuffs, blood dripping down her arms and soaking the ground.

Hearing the door open, mother and daughter looked up at the same time, their eyes filled with fear. Selina's lips trembled, and she wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Julia stared at John, breathing rapidly and heavily, and asked in fear and anger, "Why...why are you hurting us?"

"Why are there so many whys in this world? Don't worry, your journey has come to an end and the pain will soon disappear." John took out a pistol and wanted to take the mother and daughter out.

Just then, a low vibrating sound suddenly came from above the barn.

The sound was faint at first, like distant thunder, but soon became violent, as if some huge monster was shaking the barn wildly outside.

John's expression suddenly changed. He stood up abruptly, his eyes scanning the ceiling vigilantly.

The vibrations grew stronger, until the barn walls groaned under the strain and dust rained down from the ceiling light fixtures.

"What's going on?" John cursed under his breath and walked out of the room quickly.

As he stepped out of the door, his men who had been working on the excavator rushed in in a panic, shouting, "Sir! Something bad has happened! There's a helicopter outside... outside!"

John's pupils suddenly contracted, he pushed his men away and strode towards the barn door.

A blinding searchlight shone down from the darkness, illuminating the ground with a brilliant light. It was a police helicopter with FBI markings, hovering over the farm.

"Oh no! Either something happened to that bastard Schulte, or he betrayed us. Otherwise, why would the FBI suddenly show up?"

Just when John was blinded by the searchlight on the helicopter, a larger and stronger roar of rotors appeared in the darkness.

The strong wind blew up the debris on the ground, and the roar scared away the villains in the dark.

Two Osprey military transport planes were preparing to hover and land, with their four engines tilted upwards. The turbulent airflow was torn by the rotors, like a torrent pouring down from the sky, hitting the ground.

John was blown around by the air current, unable to stand steadily or open his eyes. He shouted to his men, "Go, take those two women away quickly. Don't let them be discovered."

The shouts were blown into pieces by the air currents, and the men ran away faster than rabbits. Staying for one more second at this time would be disrespectful to their own lives.
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The Chris family has been rooted in Hendry County for many years. There are more than a dozen family members, and they employ fifty or sixty residents from nearby villages and towns to manage farm affairs all year round.

Every year, three to five hundred seasonal migrant workers serve their farms.

Although the family is known locally for being low-key, mysterious and ferocious, few people dare to provoke them easily.

But when the roar of the engine ripped through the tranquility of the night sky, everyone on the farm realized that the family was in unprecedented trouble.

This time, the ones coming are not the ordinary law enforcement agencies that would be reasonable.

The FBI helicopter could only shine a searchlight in the sky, playing a supporting role. The real protagonists were the two gray-painted Osprey military transport planes.

The strong light from the searchlight made it difficult for every pair of eyes on the ground to see.

The members of the Chris family could only raise their arms, watch the ashes of the bonfire fly with the sparks, endure the strong wind from the rotor blades, and glance at the dark sky out of the corner of their eyes.

Behind the bright light, two Ospreys, like birds of prey in the dark, circled for a moment before landing steadily on the open space in the center of the farm.

The bonfire on the ground became the best guide for the pilot to land. Under the light of the fire, the wheels were slowly lowered and the tail door opened with a bang.

A Growler light assault vehicle rolled out first. Its folded roll cage was erected, and an M2 heavy machine gun was mounted on top. Twenty or thirty heavily armed National Guard soldiers rushed out of the vehicle like wolves and tigers, moving swiftly and methodically to seize advantageous positions and control the situation.

Each soldier received a $10,000 reward from Zhou Qingfeng, and officers above the rank of non-commissioned officer received double or even triple the pay.

The governor personally ordered this operation, and this official endorsement gave everyone confidence. The soldiers were energized, treating the night raid like a war game.

The moment they stepped out of the cabin, they all exuded a fanatical fighting spirit to bully the weak, as if they were engaging in a happy actual hunt.
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Old Chris sat in a wheelchair, barely raising his arms to block the oncoming rotor wind, and watched helplessly as the barbecue utensils, food, and wine glasses were scattered all over the floor, making a mess.

The other members of the family stood behind him, frightened and confused - who had he offended to have the military mobilized to deal with them?
The eyes of several core members flickered as they began to think about how to escape in the chaos, but they were surrounded by fully armed soldiers and their retreat routes were cut off.

Beside the bonfire, the servants who were busy preparing the barbecue hid far away, huddled in the shadows and shivered.

The flickering flames illuminated their terrified faces. This sudden change was like a nightmare from which they could not wake up.

By the time the wind whipped up by the rotor blades had subsided slightly, the debris on the ground had been blown away. Surrounded by the guards, steady footsteps echoed in the darkness outside the campfire.

The leader was none other than Zhou Qingfeng. He strode over to the long barbecue table, unceremoniously kicking aside the chairs blocking his path. He glanced around with hawk-like eyes and shouted, "Who's Chris?"

Although the dozen or so family members were in a state of disarray, their years of arrogance prevented them from backing down. Old Chris's youngest son stepped forward, raised his hand, and demanded, "Who are you?"

Before he could finish his words, a soldier turned his rifle and swung it without hesitation. The butt of the rifle hit the man's forehead with a dull thud.

The 'family warrior' screamed, a large bump instantly forming on his forehead, blood streaming down his cheek. He clutched his head and retreated awkwardly back to his family, not daring to utter another word.

After the soldier finished smashing the things, he was stunned for a moment, as if he felt that his reaction was a bit too extreme. He glanced back, worried about being scolded.

Zhou Qingfeng walked over and patted the soldier on the shoulder. "Well done, you'll get an extra 10,000 yuan later."

The soldier's face was immediately filled with joy, and the other soldiers were even more envious.

Old Chris couldn't bear to see a family member get beaten up, so he suppressed his anger, pushed his wheelchair, and said in a deep voice, "We are all Chris. Who are you?"

Zhou Qingfeng stared coldly at the old man opposite him, "My name is Victor, I just called you and asked you human traffickers to release Julia and Selina who were abducted.

But you played dumb, refused my compromise, and even wanted me to die. Now I have come in person, to see you alive or dead."

On the way here, Zhou Qingfeng was filled with anger. He thought of the worst case scenario: the tragedy had already happened, and Julia and her daughter had been killed.

But this matter must be investigated to the end and never let go. At this moment, his expression was fierce and his tone was violent. He glanced at the family members, but no one answered.

The scene was deadlocked for a few seconds. Suddenly, old man Hammer stepped forward and whispered, "Victor, they're all avoiding your gaze. We're not in the wrong place."

Having worked in the CIA for half his life, the old man is best at not killing or setting fires, but reading people's expressions - if these family members in front of him are wronged, they should refute angrily.

However, Zhou Qingfeng's appearance was so powerful that it aroused the fear of these human traffickers.

Faced with the harsh questioning, except for old Chris who remained calm, the others all had something to hide and did not dare to face it.

After his instinctive psychology was exposed, a teenage family member glared at Hammer defiantly and cursed "fuck you" under his breath, implicitly showing his protest.

The old man was very smart. He immediately found a breakthrough point, raised his finger and pointed, saying, "This is a family treasure who has never suffered. Beat him up, and you will definitely gain something."

Zhou Qingfeng immediately stepped forward and dragged out the glaring family boy.

The other party struggled and shouted: "Let me go, I have not committed any crime, you have no right", and was then hit hard in the face by an iron finger fist glove.

The Chris family was thrown into chaos. The women screamed and tried to rush forward to help. Several men shouted "Stop!" and rushed forward fiercely. Some even tried to draw their guns.
A burst of rifle fire rang out, suppressing all the commotion. Three short bursts of gunfire struck a family member's head, sending blood splattering.

No one dared to move now.

Congers exuded a strong hatred and resentment. He stood out from behind Zhou Qingfeng, rifle in hand, and shouted with bloodshot eyes, "The ones you kidnapped are my wife and daughter.

I have suffered enough pain and torture to not let you off easily. If you don't hand over the people, I will kill you all one by one."

Old Chris in the wheelchair suddenly felt sad.
The one who was shot was his second son. He was usually fierce and barbaric, with a violent and impulsive temper. Now the pistol was only half pulled out from his ribs, and his body fell to the ground with half of his head flying off.

When the gun went off, Zhou Qingfeng just looked up and then continued to punch old Chris's grandson.

The family darling cursed at first, but when he was beaten black and blue, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, he found that his father and grandfather, who usually protected him, didn't dare to say a word, and he could only scream.

A gangster family that does not abide by rules and laws will not be much stronger than ordinary people when they find that rules and laws cannot protect themselves.

Immediately, a son-in-law of the family raised his hands and shouted, “It’s John, he’s in charge of the immigration business.

The captured person should still be alive and is being held in the barn on the farm. I'll take you there. Stop beating me and let my child go."

There was a low gasp at the scene. It was the National Guard soldiers exclaiming in amazement.

When Zhou Qingfeng beat people, the soldiers were surprised and worried about its legality; when Congers shot and killed people, the soldiers doubted the justice of lynching.

But when the Chris family members confessed their crimes, everything became clear. Even the FBI agents who were forced to come to the scene sighed in their hearts.
The mystery that originally required investigation, evidence collection, interrogation and a series of complicated procedures to be solved has now been solved "quickly and decisively".

Congers was ecstatic; several days of psychological torment had finally paid off.
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At this moment, a sharp voice sounded from outside the crowd, "I am John, and I have the person you want."

The guards were busy watching the show, and only noticed it when someone approached them. Several soldiers quickly turned their guns and saw a man approaching with two women at gunpoint.

When he saw the figures clearly, Congers was the most excited. He turned the gun and shouted the names of his wife and daughter.

The one who came was Chris 'Death Knell', the eldest son of the family and the biggest human trafficking boss in the Miami area.

Under the gun was Julia, hugging her daughter Selena.

The mother and daughter had also suffered for days, and their physical strength and energy had reached the limit. They both had hunched backs and moved forward slowly.

When Zhou Qingfeng saw this situation, he grabbed the grandson of the Chris family who was lying on the ground with a bleeding head and threw him to Congers without hesitation.

Kangers understood immediately, and resisted the urge to save his wife and daughter immediately. He held Chris's eldest grandson at gunpoint and made an equal threat.

The Chris family members, as if they had seen a savior, tacitly moved closer to the family leader. The surrounding guards did not try to stop them, but simply watched with their weapons in hand.

"I want a fully fueled helicopter." Deathstroke pressed the muzzle of his gun against the back of Julia's head, still shouting arrogantly:

"I'm going to take all my family and all my money. You have to keep us safe or I'll kill the hostages.

Also, I want to ask, how did you find this place? How did you send troops here directly?"

(End of this chapter)