Invasion of America

Chapter 60 Injection
After shaking hands, Zhou Qingfeng invited Xiao Jinlang to visit his farm. He pointed to the nearby fields and said, "Come on, Uncle Xiao, I'll show you my land."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked along the winding tractor road on the farm.

At noon, the roar of agricultural machinery had temporarily subsided, and the workers had gone to eat and rest.

The equipment is parked in the field, and it looks tall and mighty whether viewed from a distance or up close.

Xiao Jinlang followed behind, glancing at the huge seed drill from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help asking, "Did you buy all these machines?"

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and grinned, "Of course not. I rent it. Ten thousand acres of land here isn't considered a big farm in the United States. The farmer doesn't need to spend money on these extremely expensive things.

Find a professional agricultural machinery and technology company to rent for work, which saves both money and worry.

I also suggested a Puerto Rican to run this business. He has worked for the Chris family here for more than 20 years. He is a veteran with no bad record, works efficiently and is reliable.

I doubled his salary, and he was beaming with joy, and I had some free time."

For the past month, Zhou Qingfeng has spent half his time on this farm. Although the land isn't officially his, he's already treating it like his own and is incredibly busy.

The two walked along the tractor road for a few hundred meters, and a low buzzing sound came from the sky.

A Warthog drone cut through the clouds and landed crookedly on the rough dirt runway ahead, kicking up a cloud of dust like a clumsy big bird flapping its wings and landing.

Two Mexican workers ran over swiftly, skillfully opened the front cabin, and pulled out a slender freight pallet with the creaking sound of hinges.

Xiao Jinlang took a few steps closer out of curiosity and squinted his eyes to see that the tray was full of supermarket goods - milk, bread, canned food, laundry detergent, the usual stuff.

He was very surprised and turned to ask, "Are you going to engage in air transportation in the United States?"

Zhou Qingfeng laughed heartily and waved his hands in denial, "No, no, we don't operate it. This aircraft hasn't even received its airworthiness certificate yet. This is purely a free test."

For customers within 200 kilometers, as long as they use our 'Sky Supermarket' app to buy some daily necessities, we will deliver them to their door for free."

After hearing this, Xiao Jinlang's mouth twitched and he couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you afraid that someone will sue you?"

Zhou Qingfeng didn't care: "In the United States, how can you make money without stepping on the edge of the law?

I have a whole team of lawyers behind me, spending four to five million dollars a year on legal fees. I can’t just let them take the money and not do any work.”

Xiao Jinlang was stunned for half a second, then burst into laughter. He patted Zhou Qingfeng on the shoulder and said with a familiarity:
"Xiao Zhou, since we're chatting so happily, I won't beat around the bush. I came here to tell you something serious.

The "agent purchase" of the aircraft carrier a month ago surprised the Chinese people, but they were also very satisfied with the result.

After more than a month, everything that needed to be checked, verified, and followed was basically completed quickly.

I came here in person to sort out the accounts for you and discuss the follow-up."

Relying on his memory, Xiao Jinlang roughly recounted to Zhou Qingfeng the results of the handling of various smuggled goods.

The first thing is naturally one hundred cabinets and four hundred million US dollars, which will be paid directly to Zhou Qingfeng's personal account using overseas emergency funds.

The X virus prototype and several biochemical devices, as well as the supporting R&D software and database, are worth more than tens of billions of dollars.

The database, in particular, directly exposed the US military's biochemical research. Just look at their achievements and you'll know what they've been up to over the past decade or two.

"We know those things are of enormous value, but it's really hard to approve the money. Even if we do approve it, it's really difficult to deal with hundreds of billions of RMB all at once."

Xiao Jinlang meant that the payment should be made in installments over 20 years, or the technology should be invested and the profits from future research and development should be distributed.

"The higher-ups said they'll approve funding every year to keep Project X going, and they'll give you a 20% fixed return, with no dilution for 20 years."

Zhou Qingfeng had no objection to this. He was making money out of nothing, so any profit he could make was good.

As for other miscellaneous items, such as the scrapped F135 aircraft engine and Merlin-1D rocket engine, they are of reference value and can serve as a reference for related domestic research and development, but they are not huge.

Just give me a little discount as a token of my appreciation.

The above are all money issues, and the next thing is the most important thing.

Xiao Jinlang lowered his voice and asked, "Xiao Zhou, you are in Florida. Do you need any help from us?"

Zhou Qingfeng looked back and saw that the only person following him was security captain Chen Rui. Luxor and Jaeger had been sent elsewhere.

He pointed at Chen Rui and asked, "Your people?"

Xiao Jinlang nodded, "Yes, I arranged it."

"There's more than one, right?"

"Indeed, there are more than five. If you feel it's not good, you can evacuate."

"No, I don't think it's bad. On the contrary, I think it's not enough." Zhou Qingfeng asked, "Can you have a few more? It will make me feel safer."

Xiao Jinlang smiled and said, "Do you think these are cabbages from the field? You can get them whenever you want? They are just temporary transfers and will leave after their mission is completed. If you want to find a door god, you can hire one yourself."

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head. "People I paid for are unreliable. I can't get rid of them even if I want to."

He explained the origins of the three Luxor men, as well as Hammer, Dias, the Department of Homeland Security, and even the "Tree of Justice."

Even the terrorist attack on the Caribbean cruise ship was not missed.

This was first-hand information about the 'Tree of Justice'. Xiao Jinlang was greatly surprised to learn that this terrorist organization was actually supported by the 30 million US dollars given by Zhou Qingfeng.

"You subsequently gave another 40 million US dollars?"

"After the cabinets were delivered, they came to me anxiously to ask for money. If I didn't give it, they threatened to kill me." Zhou Qingfeng was also helpless.

"The Department of Homeland Security is more powerful than the CIA and FBI. I don't know their background, let alone what else they have planted around me.

Especially, who was that guy named Diaz? I had absolutely no idea. I was also restricted from leaving the country, so I could only go so far.

The reason why I agreed to pay for them to buy cabinets and make money was to make some noise.

I hope to attract domestic attention, and I hope that with enough interests to motivate me, someone will come and help me."

Lao Xiao did not express anything on the spot, but his expression was extremely serious. He asked in detail about all the information related to the "Tree of Justice", especially the process of the terrorist attack on the "Caribbean".

After asking, Lao Xiao was silent for a while, with a hint of apology on his face. He sighed lightly and said in a low voice:
"Xiao Zhou, this matter is too complicated. I can only report it. As for whether I can help you, I can't give you any guarantees."

Zhou Qingfeng had anticipated this and said with a wry smile, "I know, it's a bureaucratic system. I'm telling you, you have to report according to the rules.

But who can predict the outcome of the report? It might not necessarily be in my favor, and there’s even a risk of the opposite happening.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he grinned again, "But it doesn't matter, go ahead and report it. I'm mentally prepared. If you can help, please help. If you can't... I'll find a way myself."

Hearing the words "figure it out yourself", Lao Xiao's heart tightened, as if he was hit by something suddenly.

He suddenly remembered that the boy in front of him was no ordinary person - this guy had once single-handedly caused the shocking commotion of two large aircraft carrier battle groups "purchasing" on the sea.

Who would believe him if he said he had no energy? Old Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Qingfeng, trying to see more clues from his playful face.

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng patted Lao Xiao's shoulder in return, his movements casual and calm: "By the way, has the thing I asked for been delivered?"

The slap was not strong, but it created a delicate balance in the atmosphere between the two people - it was neither one giving alms to the other in a superior manner nor one owing the other a favor, but rather an equal dialogue.

Lao Xiao remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he had a high opinion of this boy. However, he soon discovered that he had underestimated Zhou Qingfeng.

Originally, only the security team leader Chen Rui was following the two of them silently, and the empty land of the farm seemed a bit deserted.

When Zhou Qingfeng asked the question, he took out a small walkie-talkie from his waist and whispered something.

A moment later, a low roar of engines could be heard from the distant farmhouse. Two gray electric pickup trucks sped towards them, raising a cloud of dust, and stopped in front of them.

As the car door opened, five or six dark-skinned, lean Mexican bodyguards jumped out.

They were wearing simple work clothes, with bulging waists, obviously carrying weapons. Each of them had a sharp eye like a wolf and moved as swiftly as a tiger. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Lao Xiao and Zhou Qingfeng.

The scene was suddenly filled with an invisible sense of oppression.

Chen Rui stood aside, his face a little bitter. He glanced at Lao Xiao, his eyes seemed to say:
"It's clearly written in my report. This guy has a powerful force under his command. He's definitely not a brainless young man."

Old Xiao's face remained calm, but he found that he had instinctively underestimated this young man who had just become an adult.

He had originally thought he was going deep into the wolf den to comfort a trapped "informant." Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he truly realized who was the real leader of the den.

At this point, Lao Xiao didn't seem flustered. Instead, he laughed heartily and broke the deadlock with a relaxed tone: "I brought it, I brought it. How dare we neglect the things you asked for?"

He turned around and walked towards the black jeep he had driven, opened the trunk, and took out a silver-gray low-temperature box.

Lao Xiao skillfully entered a password, and with a "click", the box popped open, and a layer of white cold mist emerged from inside.

He reached in and carefully removed a serum injection from a transparent container. The injection glowed faintly in the setting sun, and the liquid swayed slightly, exuding a mysterious aura.

Xiao Jinlang explained: "After the equipment and virus prototypes related to Project X were shipped back to China, the academician team immediately began research.

In several culture tanks, they found the 'semi-finished product' you mentioned - the protein structure was verified by mass spectrometry and was completely consistent with the information you provided.

After isolation and purification, the team began to conduct animal experiments step by step. There was no reaction in mice, but there was a significant effect in chimpanzees.

However, due to time constraints and too few samples, clinical trials have not yet been carried out in China, and its toxic and side effects are still unclear.

Judging from the data provided by the US military, they should have already... Hey, kid, what are you doing?!"

Lao Xiao was speaking excitedly when he was suddenly interrupted by an exclamation.

Zhou Qingfeng was standing beside him, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs with swift movements, and rolling up his sleeves, revealing the blue veins on his arms.

He handed the shimmering injection in his hand to the Mexican bodyguard beside him with an expressionless face. His voice was low but unquestionable: "Give me the injection."

Xiao Jinlang's eyes widened, and his voice suddenly rose: "Xiao Zhou, don't do anything rash! There are so few samples of this thing. We don't understand its mechanism of action, let alone its side effects."

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head, glanced at him calmly, and said indifferently: "Don't think that I really know nothing.

I caught Professor Aamir Khan. Morris is now under my command, and the sixteen researchers in the secret laboratory must also obey my orders.

I have read the experimental conclusions of the information I gave you. It is clearly written in it that the US military's secret experiment was very successful.

I went to great lengths to find you just to confirm it once more. If what you just said is correct, this injection contains what I want."

He paused, his tone becoming more resolute: “I know the samples are scarce, and I also know that it is impossible to mass-produce it now, let alone conduct extensive clinical validation.

I even know that this thing doesn't work for everyone - most people don't feel anything after the injection. Maybe only one percent of people actually feel any effect.

But I…” He looked down at his arm and said softly, “I’m sure I’m that one percent.”

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the young Mexican bodyguard and ordered in a deep voice: "Go ahead, do as I told you before.

Detain these two people, and follow Julia, Kelly, and Helen's instructions for the rest of the day. I'll probably be unconscious for the next three to five days, and Jennifer will be responsible for taking care of me.

If I don't wake up after five days, kill them both as a reward for my kindness to you."

Those Mexican bodyguards were all young, with dark skin and determined eyes.

They are several family members who have been taken in by Zhou Qingfeng recently. Their fates have long been tied together, and they prosper and suffer together.

After hearing the order, the leading bodyguard repeated it carefully, then took the injection, lowered his head to check the syringe, and skillfully squeezed out some bubbles without asking what was in it.

There was about ten milliliters of liquid in the syringe, which was transparent with a strange light yellow tint.

Zhou Qingfeng frowned when the needle pierced his skin. A cold feeling spread along his blood vessels, but quickly disappeared.

At first, he looked normal, and could even walk steadily back to the electric pickup truck not far away, get in the car and return to the low-key but sturdy villa in the center of the farm.

After arriving, he calmly explained the matters at hand one by one, his tone as steady as if he was arranging an ordinary meeting.

However, half an hour later, the situation took a turn for the worse.

He began to have a fever, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It was as if he had an acute cold, and he quickly fell into a high fever.

The body temperature soared to 41 degrees.

Jennifer and Morris also rushed over and quickly divided the work: Jennifer prepared ice packs and cold towels to physically cool Zhou Qingfeng down, especially to ensure that his brain would not be damaged by the high temperature;
Morris set up an IV drip, connected to glucose and other nutrient solutions, to continuously replenish the energy consumed by the high fever.

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng fell, the entire farm, inside and outside, went into alert.

Julia and Helen were there, their hands and feet shaking with nervousness. Kelly followed Zhou Qingfeng's condition online in real time.

More than a dozen Mexican bodyguards stood guard at the door of Zhou Qingfeng's bedroom and around the room, gripping the handles of their guns tightly, their eyes occasionally glancing at Xiao Jinlang and Chen Rui who were "invited" to the corner.

Zhou Qingfeng was lying on the bed, his consciousness was beginning to blur and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

Jennifer took out another catheter and carefully handled Zhou Qingfeng's physiological needs to prevent his bladder from being compressed due to the high fever and loss of control.

She murmured softly, “Boy, I believe you are right.

Because I have seen many wealthy people who, in order to achieve health and longevity, always like to use the most advanced medical technology."

Outside the window, the night gradually deepened, and the wind around the villa blew across the fields, bringing a low whistle.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds, casting a shadow on the farmland, outlining a cold and desolate outline.

The shadows of the trees in the distance swayed in the wind, like a group of silent sentinels, quietly watching this unprecedented enhanced adventure in the house.

(End of this chapter)