Invasion of America

Chapter 62 Digging a hole
Outside the farm villa, several Mexican guards stood in front of the iron gate and stopped Monica's car indifferently.

The captain of the guard shook his head at the car window and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, you can't go in now."

"What do you mean? Don't you know me?" Monica said angrily in a sharp voice, "Who told you to stop me?"

"It was the boss's order himself." The captain of the guards still looked apologetic and replied in a low and rigid voice, "No one can enter now except those he allows."

Monica was stunned for a moment, then her anger shot up her head. She opened the door and got out of the car, her heels knocking against the ground with a crisp sound, and she shouted in an explosive tone:
"I'm a partner in the company. Why are you blocking me outside? Tell that guy to come out and see me!"

The guards remained motionless, staring coldly, refusing to budge, their fingers resting on their holsters intentionally or unintentionally.

No matter how Monica ordered, shouted, threatened, or insulted them, they refused to budge. When forced into a corner, they fired warning shots into the air and then pointed the loaded gun at her.

The sudden change made Monica angry and deeply lost - no one had ever treated her like this before.

The man she once thought she could manipulate at will never even looked at her, treating her like a chess piece to be discarded after use.

Now, that brat has grown stronger and not only has he turned the tables, but he has also humiliated her in this way - he shut her out and didn't even bother to give her an explanation.

The more this happened, the more unwilling Monica became, and she became anxious and manic - if you don't kneel down and lick me, I will destroy you.

Unable to enter the villa, Monica could only find Luxor and Jaeger to ask what was going on - but it turned out that they knew nothing.

The two bodyguards used to be like gate gods to Zhou Qingfeng, but now they are like eagles with clipped wings, weak and powerless.

Without Zhou Qingfeng's nod, they had no room to interfere on the farm. No one listened to them. They had no financial or personnel power and were simply high-paid tools.

The key point is that Zhou Qingfeng immediately placed Xiao Jinlang under house arrest upon seeing him. No one except a few Mexican guards on the scene knew he had been injected with the drug.

Apart from Xiao Jinlang, no one else knew the effect of the potion.

The Mexicans on the farm are usually taciturn. They once struggled at the bottom of society, but now they hold guns and power, and their spirit and energy are instantly different.

Being respected, valued, and recognized, it felt so good - you wouldn't get this kind of treatment anywhere else. The Mexicans followed Zhou Qingfeng more and more wholeheartedly.

Monica was shocked at this moment. The moment Zhou Qingfeng kicked her office door, she lost control of it.

But now, apart from confronting each other head-on, she couldn't find any way to break the deadlock.

Finding herself confused about the situation, Monica had no choice but to call Díaz at the Department of Homeland Security and said indignantly, "Something happened to that kid, but I don't know what it was."

After listening carefully to Monica's description, Dias said with some surprise and amusement:

"A young man who has just reached adulthood has quietly secured his position. He plays the power game with perfection."

Diaz used himself as an example and found that it was only after he was in his thirties that he developed the ability to command with ease.

It just so happened that the 'Tree of Justice' had just received 40 million US dollars from the 'aircraft carrier purchasing agency'.

The team was very satisfied with this. Not only did they not think of killing the chicken to get the eggs, they also wanted to continue to make more money with the help of Zhou Qingfeng's financial resources and connections.
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Nebraska Avenue, Washington, D.C.

The Department of Homeland Security building stands among a low-key yet solemn building complex, with gray-white exterior walls, tough lines, and a majestic appearance.

Diaz sat in the office. After hanging up the call with Monica, his eyes fell on the computer screen on the desk.

Zhou Qingfeng's cheerful, youthful face filled the center of the screen. Next to it was his thin file, a few pages documenting his unremarkable background.

Not long ago, the 'Dongda' embassy in the United States took the initiative to contact Zhou Qingfeng and invited him to join the Chamber of Commerce in the United States and participate in embassy and consulate activities.

This is a gesture, an official endorsement.

It silently announced that Zhou Qingfeng had entered the official sight.

If he encounters any trouble in the United States - whether it is a business dispute or a more difficult crisis - the embassy or consulate will not stand idly by and will provide help.

In this world where everyone is equal, there will always be someone who is more "equal".

In other words, even if this guy really died one day, his property would be properly protected and would not fall into the hands of others and be divided and plundered at will.

A big bank like JP Morgan would not deliberately destroy its own reputation for more than a billion dollars.

Dias stared at the screen, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, thinking to himself: "This kid really knows how to find a backer for himself."

In addition, since *** personally visited "Electric Flight" for inspection and research, the company's sales channels have been completely opened up.

The company has received orders from cities, provinces, and various ministries and commissions across China, some for one or two aircraft, others for more than a dozen.

This may be due to political correctness, or it may be the icing on the cake, but whatever the reason, the orders are real.

It is said that "special matters are handled specially". The "Warthog" will complete all tests this month, obtain the airworthiness certificate from "Dongda", and officially start domestic sales.

"Electric Flight" has also accumulated thousands of orders in the international market, and many businessmen from Asian, African and Latin American countries want to become sales agents for its products.

Kelly has already negotiated with Dongda for a formal OEM factory in China and is building a semi-automatic production line with a planned annual output of 10,000 units.

According to the company's website, the R&D department is designing the Warthog 2, which has a larger wingspan, longer range and greater payload.

Zhou Qingfeng developed a low-altitude electric aircraft, but in fact he was just relying on his wealth to buy himself a means of transportation to save his life. Unexpectedly, it became bigger and bigger and actually promoted the development of an industry.

Some semi-public information shows that once the semi-automated production lines of domestic OEM factories are built, a large number of "Warthogs" will follow the pace of "Dongda" state-owned enterprises and private enterprises going overseas and be dumped all over the world.

For example, in Africa, the local "Dongda" state-owned enterprise can bypass the complex and dangerous ground conditions and directly carry out "point-to-point" logistics.

There are even some small governments that value its cheapness and lightness and hope to obtain an armed version of the "Warthog".

Don't be fooled by the crude appearance of this electric aircraft, but it is obviously more practical than jet or even piston fighters - when two weaklings fight each other, there is really no need for any high-end products.

Looking at Zhou Qingfeng's file, Diaz was also a little annoyed - this kid should be made to hit the wall a few times, preferably with a bloody head.

Otherwise he would not know how important it is to hold on to the friendship of the 'Tree of Justice'.

And now there is a chance to dig a hole for him to jump into.
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Three days have passed, and Zhou Qingfeng is still in a deep coma.

The ECG monitor made a low and monotonous beeping sound, and the green curve on the screen jumped steadily.

Oxygen inhalation equipment, intubation equipment, and even an expensive artificial lung are neatly arranged next to it, with indicator lights flickering dimly, casting a cold halo in the dim light.

The bedroom felt like a small ICU. He was a billionaire, after all, and when life and death were at stake, he showed every bit of pomp and circumstance.

Selina leaned on the edge of the bed, her small figure curled up with her head resting on her arms, like a tired kitten.

There was a white porcelain bowl on the small table beside the bed. There were some water stains on the bottom of the bowl, and several used cotton swabs were scattered around it.

Although Zhou Qingfeng had been in a coma for three days and had a high fever, his lips were not chapped. It was obvious that someone had been using a cotton swab dipped in water to carefully moisturize them for him.

Selina wasn't the only one in the room.

On the other side of the bed, Julia leaned back in a chair, Jennifer stood by the window, and Helen sat in the corner.

Even Kelly, who was far away in China, appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng after a journey of more than ten hours.

Morris, a tester for Project X, also showed up. Wearing a wrinkled plaid shirt, he said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, the boss's vital signs are very stable."

The heartbeat, blood pressure, and brain waves are textbook perfect.

Plus, with a professional medical team watching him 24 hours a day, it's hard for him to die. The most he can do is become a vegetable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the women in front of the bed turned their heads in unison, glared at Morris fiercely, and blamed him for talking nonsense.

Morris was completely oblivious and continued, "Boss's physiological functions are now completely normal. Anyone who wants to give birth to a child with him can collect his sperm now."

It's a pity that I'm not a woman, otherwise I would have taken action long ago, haha!" He grinned, thinking he was being humorous.

The girls looked at each other, and no one spoke for a moment.

Julia's mouth twitched, Jennifer snorted, Helen muttered something, and Kelly stared at Morris, as if weighing his suggestion.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, and the atmosphere was strange and subtle.

Morris finally realized something was wrong, his smile froze on his face, and he added tentatively, "Uh... I was just kidding, don't take it seriously."
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The atmosphere in the medical room gradually became quiet.

None of the women were professional medical staff. After standing guard for a while, their anxiety and fatigue mixed together and they dispersed.

Even Selina, who was half asleep, was gently picked up by Jennifer and taken to her own bedroom.

The only sound in the room was the low beeping of the ECG monitor, and the green light flickered on the screen, cold and regular.

The wife of the 'corpse collector' who had worked with Zhou Qingfeng before appeared in the ward, receiving a salary of $10,000 a day and providing professional nursing services to Zhou Qingfeng.

Sisters Kelly and Jennifer walked out of the villa to get some fresh air.

As the two stopped on the stone steps, they saw their father, Jeff Connelly, leaning against a black SUV with a frown on his face.

As soon as the latter saw his daughter come out, he immediately came forward and asked in a low voice: "How is the boy now?"

"Victor hasn't woken up yet." Jennifer shook her head. "But he's in good health. His temperature has dropped from a high of 44 degrees Celsius to around 38 or 39 degrees Celsius now. The doctor said he's not in immediate danger of death."

Jeff, however, was not at all happy. He asked in confusion, "Why did he faint? Did he take too many drugs? Isn't he a drug-free person?"

Kelly had some guesses, but kept quiet. Jennifer was equally confused, shaking her head in a 'I don't know' tone.

Jeff lowered his head and paced a few steps before saying in a deep voice, "There's a problem. The newly appointed acting governor is eager to fulfill his campaign promises and may very well take action against Victor."

"What?" Kelly looked up suddenly. Jennifer also stared at her father, waiting for what to say next.

Jeff continued, "Maybe the IRS and the FBI are working together to investigate him from both tax and illegal transactions perspectives.

If they insist on labeling it as "endangering national security", things will be troublesome.

Do you remember the person detained in Canada a few years ago? He was under house arrest for two years, with his freedom restricted, and he had no chance to turn over a new leaf.

He paused, a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes, “I was hoping to make a huge profit by investing in this kid.

It doesn't matter whether he evaded taxes, engaged in illegal transactions, or even whether he really endangered national security.

But the governor wants results, and results will be obtained.”

Kelly and Jennifer looked at each other, and their hearts tightened at the same time.

Without saying anything more, they turned around and hurried back to the villa, where they found Julia looking through documents in the living room and Helen leaning on the sofa in a daze.

"Something's happened." Kelly said straight to the point, her voice urgent. "My dad said the acting governor might take action against Victor, and the IRS and FBI might get involved."

Julia looked up, her eyes much calmer than the sisters'. She waved the documents in her hand and said calmly, "What can we do? Just follow the plan Victor left behind."

Helen also nodded: "Yes, he was prepared."

Zhou Qingfeng's strengthening wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision. He knew he might be unconscious for four or five days, or even longer, so he started planning it a month in advance.

The four women flipped through the emergency plan and found the page that covered "Force Majeure." Written clearly on the page were two words: "Quick Evacuation."

First, ensure that the test farm’s monitoring system is fully operational, especially the high-altitude perspective of drones, which must record all abnormal movements 24 hours a day.

If 'official intervention' is detected - such as approaching unidentified vehicles, unfamiliar signal interference, or any signs of coercion - immediately initiate evacuation procedures.

First, contact 'Gray Shark'.

Second, release Xiao Jinlang and others.

Article 3,—
As the women were reviewing their plans, a motorcade, under cover of darkness, rapidly approached the test farm. Inside was Director Carl Vinson of the FBI's Miami branch.

"Damn it, why does that kid always have to drag me into it every time he gets into trouble?" Carl felt inexplicably guilty when he thought about having to face Zhou Qingfeng again.

The first time I saw that guy was at the lottery office, and I suffered a pretty big loss there.

The second time was at Congers's house. I tried to bring him back to the police station for investigation, but suffered a great loss.

The third time was in a motel, and I didn't suffer any loss, but it was a wasted trip.

The fourth time was on the Caribbean cruise ship. It was a thrilling experience. The governor died and he himself almost died.

This is the fifth time, who knows what will happen?!

Carl had a feeling that things wouldn't go smoothly.

Sure enough, when the convoy arrived at Zhou Qingfeng's farm and just got off the highway, the first Explorer got stuck in a pit.

The car behind naturally stopped, and several IRS agents got out and took a look, furious.

For some reason, a hole had been dug in the tractor path, and the Explorer's two front wheels were stuck in it, unable to get out.

After a while, the agent heard a buzzing sound above his head. He knew without thinking that a drone was flying over and circling above his head.

"Ignore the car and continue into the farm. Don't let the target escape."

The IRS bureaucrat in charge shouted on the radio, and soon a helicopter rushed over from a distance, illuminating the ground with a searchlight.

Carl followed behind with the FBI, glanced at the roaring helicopter in the sky, and calmly asked his men to assist.

Then with a bang, the second IRS car fell into the pit again.

The agents got out of the car and looked again, and they were so angry that their noses were crooked - they took the wrong road and entered a road full of potholes.

It just so happened that this road was closest to the highway, and it led them into a pit.

The helicopter's searchlight had illuminated the buildings on the farm clearly, but the ground agents who should have arrived in time were delayed by several minutes.

Karl got out of the car and walked to a big pit. He took one look and laughed out loud, "This is a pit dug specifically for us."

(End of this chapter)