Invasion of America

Chapter 32 Cruel
The bonfire on the farm had long been extinguished, leaving only a few sparse flames swaying in the night wind, barely illuminating the area within a few meters.

The second son of the Chris family lay dead on the ground, his head split open, and his white brain matter was scattered all over the ground like tofu, so that there was a mixed smell of coke and blood in the air.

The barbecue party has become a mess, with broken wine glasses, overturned grills, and food scraps that have not been cleaned up, indicating the ongoing chaos.

John Chris stared at Zhou Qingfeng opposite him, and he really couldn't understand - you can mobilize the National Guard, why didn't you mention it on the phone?

You're so pretentious, so powerful, and you have connections everywhere. Will you get killed if you make a few more calls? The situation is out of control now. No matter what the final outcome is, the Chris family is finished.

The National Guard soldiers held rifles and nervously formed a semicircle, with the muzzles slightly raised, but they did not take any further action.

They were all there to keep up the momentum. They appeared aggressive when they first appeared, but were completely unprepared when someone really died. Their eyes were wandering and they kept looking around.

If no one had fired at them, they would have been in chaos.

The lieutenant in charge was also sweating on his forehead. The young officer was a little overwhelmed and kept looking at Konges and Zhou Qingfeng, seeking some guidance.

In front of the remaining barbecue fire, Chris, known as "Death Knell," grabbed Julia by the back of the neck with one hand and held a gun to the back of her head with the other, shouting, "Helicopter! I want a helicopter!

Don't force me to fight you, I will really shoot.

Let my family members go, no one can be left behind! And prepare the money for me! Otherwise, they will die! "

Old Chris in the wheelchair also abandoned his usual calmness, with a fierce light flashing in his cloudy eyes, "Surround John, don't give the police a chance to shoot!"

He waved his skinny arms and directed the family members to surround his eldest son, forming a human wall to block the guns aimed from all sides.

Congers gripped the rifle tightly and aimed at the target. But he didn't dare pull the trigger. If anything went wrong, his wife and daughter would die.

The huge pressure of worrying about gains and losses made the big sheriff breathless, but he could not give in and had to hold on.

The four FBI agents were forced to come to make up the numbers, but now the situation was out of control, so they had no choice but to step forward and try to negotiate with Chris's family.

The guys tried to remain calm. "Calm down, we can negotiate. As long as you guarantee the safety of the hostages, everything is negotiable."

Chris 'Death Knell' wasn't buying it at all. His voice was sharp and piercing, "Get out of my way, and don't negotiate any terms. I don't have much patience, and my hands aren't steady!"

At this tense moment, old man Hammer quietly tugged at Zhou Qingfeng's sleeve, pulled him slightly away from the crowd, and whispered:
"The Guards aren't good at this kind of confrontation, so we need professional SWAT to handle it.

It would be best if there was a sniper with accurate marksmanship who could aim at the back of the target's head and shoot it without giving Deathstroke any chance to react."

Both the police and the criminals are just talking trash and wasting their time.

It is actually Congers who is in charge of the situation now, but this guy's spirit has been stretched like a bowstring for several days. He is both excited and exhausted, and may break completely at any time.

Julia and her daughter were also in a very bad condition.

Selina's body was limp, conscious and unconscious. Julia struggled to hold her daughter, but she was also bent over, head down, her hair covering her face, and her body was shaky.

Deathstroke Chris, on the other hand, stood straight with his head held high, his spirits extremely high. To demonstrate to those around him, his voice grew louder and louder.

In addition, he was over 1.7 meters tall, and his head was completely exposed compared to Julia and her daughter, who were hunched over, making him a conspicuous target.

However, several members of the Chris family stood in front of the target, and because of nervousness, their bodies kept shaking, forming an impenetrable human wall.

There were no snipers, and Zhou Qingfeng's own marksmanship wasn't particularly good. He frowned, his eyes quickly scanning the crowd, trying to find a solution.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the 'Growler' assault vehicle that came with the 'Osprey'.

This was a souped-up jeep, specially designed to fit the Osprey's cabin. The M2 heavy machine gun on the roof shone with a cold metallic luster in the dim firelight.

This isn't the Guard's equipment; it was carried by the Osprey that was conducting night flight training tonight. It was originally fixed inside the cabin, but when the Guard arrived, they took it out.

An idea flashed through Zhou Qingfeng's mind - the M2 heavy machine gun is a . caliber, and the power of the bullet is enough to ignore the obstacles of flesh and blood.

While ordinary rifle bullets deflect upon impact, the .50 bullet does not, and at close range, it is accurate enough to deliver a fatal blow.

Zhou Qingfeng walked quickly towards the assault vehicle and whispered a few words to the soldiers in the vehicle.

The private driving the car had been watching the show. After receiving the order, he slowly approached the vehicle from the side, and with the help of darkness and the cover of the guards, he slowly approached 'Death Knell' Chris.

Chris and his family were still gathered around the fire, staring vigilantly at the soldiers surrounding them. Apart from shouting, they did not make any move to break out.

But the fire only illuminated a distance of seven or eight meters. Beyond that, the farmland was pitch black. The rotors of the two Ospreys continued to roar and whistle, drowning out all other noise.

Zhou Qingfeng held his breath as he accompanied the assault vehicle forward. When they were only a dozen meters away from the target, he ordered the driver, "Fire a single shot from the heavy machine gun and blow the hostage-taker's head off."

After saying this, there was no response.

The soldier driving the car said awkwardly, "I've only been in the Guard for less than six months. I don't know how to operate an M2 heavy machine gun. You have to find someone else."

Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for two seconds. He wanted to find someone else, but he found that Congers, who was the core of the confrontation, was in a bad state - his hand holding the gun was shaking slightly, and the muzzle was unstable.

Oh no, I’m afraid that big guy can’t hold on any longer.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't say much. He climbed onto the back seat of the assault vehicle, opened the receiver cover of the M2 heavy machine gun, pulled out the ammunition belt from the ammunition box, and pressed it into the chamber.

The soldier driving the car asked in confusion, "You can use a heavy machine gun? That's a skill only professional soldiers can master. If you miss, the hostage on the other side will die."

"I really know how to use this thing." Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the bolt handle and pulled it back hard. The bolt made a "click" sound and the bullet was loaded.

He glanced at the sight, released the bipod lock, gripped the D-grip with both hands, aimed the muzzle at 'Death Knell' Chris's head, and placed his thumb lightly on the trigger.

At this moment, the light from the bonfire cast a swaying shadow on the face of "Death Bell", and his expression was ferocious and crazy.

In fact, he was more anxious than anyone else. His mouth was dry, his heart was beating fast, and he desperately wanted a way to escape.

Taking hostages was the best solution he could think of, but he didn't know what to do next. He couldn't bear to leave his farm, his family, and his money.

In any case, he would not surrender, nor would he let Julia and her daughter leave easily. It could even be said that he would never let them go.

Congers was also in poor condition. His strength was at its limit, and his eyes would occasionally go dark. His wife and daughter were only a few steps away, but the distance seemed like a thousand miles, impossible to cross.

Everyone present was growing impatient, wondering how long this chaotic situation would last. Everyone hoped for a quick resolution, an end to this dangerous gunpoint standoff.

"boom--"

A series of dull three-shot bursts sounded like thunder, breaking the silence of the night.

The sound of gunfire seemed to be right next to their ears. Everyone shrank their necks. Many soldiers simply threw away their guns and lay on the ground with their hands on their heads.

A .50 caliber bullet whizzed out, flying more than ten meters with destructive force, and instantly penetrated the body of a member of the Chris family.

This family member happened to be standing in front of Chris 'Death Knell'. The bullet shattered his collarbone, tore his neck, and then accurately hit the target's head behind him.

John Cleese's head exploded on the spot, and his body collapsed like a broken sack. Julia and her daughter, who were held hostage by him, were also unable to support themselves and naturally fell to the ground.

The large-caliber bullet still had some power left and continued to hit the back of another family member behind him, breaking his spine and sending him flying out from his chest in a ball of flesh and blood.
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The deafening sound of gunfire made everyone lie down on the ground instinctively.

Only old Chris, sitting in a wheelchair, could not escape and could only watch helplessly as this sudden fear came upon him.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Old Chris trembled all over, felt a warm touch on the back of his neck, and a sticky liquid slowly flowed down his scalp.

He subconsciously reached out and touched it, his fingertips were covered in blood, mixed with tiny pieces of flesh. He slowly turned around, and the scene before him made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

His three sons were lying in a pool of blood, their limbs mutilated.

The eldest son's head was missing, the third son's neck was torn in half, and the youngest son had a huge bloody hole on his chest with blood gushing out.

Other family members were either squatting or lying down, staring blankly at their fallen relatives, as if they could not understand what was happening for a moment, but then realized in an instant that the situation was hopeless.

Ordinary rifle bullets might be blocked by the human body, but the ".50" caliber bullets are merciless and easily penetrate all obstacles.

Congers was already exhausted and staggering, but the sound of the gunshot gave him a sudden start.

The enemy's head had already exploded, blood and flesh flying everywhere. Without time to think, he rushed forward in two steps and dragged his wife and daughter out of danger.

Julia herself mustered her last bit of strength, hugged her daughter tightly, and stumbled out. After a few steps, her legs gave out and she fell to her knees. She gritted her teeth and continued to rush.
The soldiers who were originally aggressive seemed to be frightened silly, lying on the ground and dared not move. At most, they looked around secretly like ostriches, and then shrank back to their original positions.

However, Zhou Qingfeng controlled the heavy machine gun steadily, with the muzzle always pointed at the remaining Chris family.

He even expected the other party to do something - to provoke, to escape, or any action.

A fifty-round magazine was enough to empty it in ten seconds, crushing any resistance.

After half a minute of silence, the atmosphere at the scene eased slightly, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that this bloody conflict had finally come to an end.

Several FBI agents looked around, moved quietly, and tried to retreat.

However, Zhou Qingfeng glared at them coldly, and the muzzle of the heavy machine gun turned slightly. The agents immediately froze in place, not daring to move an inch.

The most astute person on the scene was old man Hammer. He slowly walked up to the Congers, who were crying and holding their heads together, and whispered, "Congers, you'd better not leave any trouble behind."

"What?" Congers had just reunited with his wife and daughter and felt a little relaxed, but when he heard this, he tensed up again.

"The FBI deputy director went into the basement and never came out again. Was he killed by you?" Old man Hammer asked directly.

Kangsi's heart sank, knowing that this matter could not be avoided, so he could only nod and say, "I did it. At that time..."

Old man Hammer waved his hand, not wanting to hear about 'then'. He pursed his lips at the Chris family lying on the ground and said, "You're definitely going to get into trouble. There's no getting away from it."

If you want to save your wife and daughter, or even your life, the key is to prevent the trouble from spreading to Victor, and not to give those human traffickers a chance to find a lawyer.

Victor is willing to take such a big risk to help you find your wife and daughter, so he will definitely not sit idly by and watch you go. As long as he is not in trouble, your trouble is not a problem. "

Having been a policeman for more than ten years, Kang Gesi immediately understood what the old man meant - the reason he was able to rescue his wife and daughter tonight was all thanks to Zhou Qingfeng's financial support behind the scenes.

But if you look into this matter in detail, it is definitely not in accordance with procedures, and if you are not careful, it will backfire.

The officials were easy to deal with; a few persuadings would always sway them. The only people who could possibly hold evidence against them, Chief Matthew and Deputy Chief Schulte, were already dead and wouldn't cause any trouble.

The only hidden danger now is Chris's family - they are guilty, but not all of them are guilty.

Once the case goes to court, as long as the suspect has hired a capable lawyer, he will likely take advantage of the situation to implicate Zhou Qingfeng.

and so……

Old man Hammer suddenly shouted, "Be careful, he's pulling out a gun!"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense. The soldiers who had been relaxed lay down again, hurriedly grabbed their guns, and looked around.

Congers was comforting his wife and daughter when he heard the shout. He immediately yelled, "Get down!" He pointed the rifle in his hand at Chris's family without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

Old Chris, sitting in a wheelchair, was looking back at the bodies of his sons, heartbroken, thinking about how to find a good lawyer to fight for his family's chance of survival in court.

A volley of hot bullets whizzed by, and the first to fall was old Chris. Then, the men, women, and children around him were also shot.

These two shouts also scared Zhou Qingfeng. He widened his eyes and looked around vigilantly, thinking that someone was still struggling to survive.

By the time the gunfire stopped, Congers had emptied both magazines.

More than a dozen members of Chris's family fell in a pool of blood. Each of them was hit accurately in the head and chest, obviously through short bursts of aiming.

The soldiers were still confused and lay on the ground, not daring to get up. Only the FBI agents realized that this was a murder to silence the witnesses!
Once the courtroom is clear of victims, the outcome of the case hinges entirely on the prosecutor's conscience... and the defendant's wallet.

Just like the sensational "Simpson Murder Case" that year, although the evidence was conclusive, the victim had passed away and the murderer had the money to hire a top lawyer, so he was eventually acquitted.

What a cruel method.

(End of this chapter)