Invasion of America

Chapter 64 Convenience Store

The joint IRS and FBI operation came without warning.

When several Osprey transport planes and helicopters swooped down, Kelly and the others didn't have much time to react.

In particular, the Osprey landed vertically at an astonishing speed. As soon as the hatch opened, dozens of fully armed National Guard soldiers poured out like a tide.

This kind of aerial assault is the most deadly.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was in a coma, was hurriedly carried onto the "Holy Light No. 1". The medicines, emergency kits, mobile phones, etc. that had been prepared were not put into the cabin in time.

The hatch slammed shut, and the aircraft soared into the night sky, leaving the farm in a chaotic mess of lights and shouts.

The only thing left was a note written by Zhou Qingfeng himself, nothing more.

So, when he woke up during the transfer and made an emergency landing, he found himself with nothing in his hands, wearing a hospital gown, bare feet, and his stomach growling with hunger.

His mind was blank, and he didn't even know who he was. Instead, a hidden personality, as cold as a brand, controlled his body.

"I need food and water, some clothes, and..." He looked down at his feet, "a pair of size 43 shoes."

The cabin was empty, with only water in the IV connected to the indwelling needle.

After confirming that the nutrient solution inside was mainly glucose, he directly bit open the bag of glucose and poured it all into his stomach - but this made him even hungrier.

He thought again of the drunk man he had knocked unconscious - the guy was still lying on the ground, humming half-awake groans.

Zhou Qingfeng squatted down and searched the other person's pockets, trying to find some clues.

The drunk was so broke that he only took out a wrinkled driver's license, a pair of car keys, a half-worn cell phone, a fully loaded revolver and two speed loaders.

He flipped open his driver's license and glanced at it in the dim light of the Holy Light One's landing lights. "Florida, issued in Orlando." He murmured, "Good, I'm in the United States."

He picked up his phone, unlocked the screen with his drunken fingers, opened a navigation app, and the location showed: Craven Town, west of Orlando.

"The closest thing to me is... a gas station?"

The navigation software also has a thoughtful logo made by the local police station - the local security is poor and it is an area with a high incidence of crimes.

The night wind blew, whirling up his thin hospital gown, and the cold seeped into his bones. He pulled off the drunk's coat and shoes, put them on himself, and then walked towards the gas station.

The drunk had woken up long ago. Although he was hit hard in the chest and head twice, he was in good physical condition and staggered to his feet.

Seeing himself being stripped naked by an Asian boy, the drunk man angrily cursed at Zhou Qingfeng's back: "Fuck you!"

Zhou Qingfeng had just changed his clothes and was about to go to the gas station to find something to eat. Upon hearing this, he stopped and turned around indifferently.

The next second, a gunshot rang out, and a flash of fire erupted from the revolver. The drunk's head exploded instantly, a bloody mist dissipated into the night, and his body fell limply to the ground.

Just then, a sharp roar came from behind.

The eight electric engines of "Holy Light No. 1" were suddenly activated remotely, creating a violent whirlwind out of nowhere.

Zhou Qingfeng was caught off guard and was blown away by the airflow, staggering a few steps and quickly retreating.

When he suddenly turned around, he saw the aircraft shaking and rising into the air. The fuselage drew an arc in the night, and in the blink of an eye it sank into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

He stood there, watching the aircraft leave, and the question in his mind came to his mind, "Who is controlling this thing?"

"Holy Light No. 1" flew another forty or fifty kilometers with the last bit of power, and finally landed on another open space in the suburbs.

Gray Shark, who was sitting in a wheelchair, slowly approached the stopped aircraft, pushed open the hatch, and looked inside. It was empty, not even a single person in sight.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then let out a strange cry: "Did something supernatural happen? Where's that bastard? Was he kidnapped? Or did he return to the future?!"
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The night wind was chilly, carrying a hint of moisture from the sea, as it blew across the desolate road on the edge of the small town of Craven.

The gas station squatted alone on the side of the road, like an abandoned lighthouse.

The dim light leaked out from the glass windows of the convenience store, casting mottled shadows on the bumpy asphalt road, swaying unsteadily.

Zhou Qingfeng, wrapped in the jacket he had taken from the drunk, and wearing worn sneakers, walked on the creaking gravel, step by step towards this "isolated island in the dark".

The intense feeling of hunger was like a blunt knife, stirring repeatedly in his stomach.

He pushed open the glass door of the convenience store. The wind chimes hanging on the door frame jingled, and a warm breeze carrying the smell of greasy French fries and the bitter taste of cheap coffee blew in his face.

Inside, rows of shelves glowed coldly under fluorescent lights, filled with a dazzling array of goods: brightly colored candies, shiny potato chips, and jars of cheap canned goods.

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a plastic basket from the door and walked straight to the food area, picking out high-calorie foods first.

Hard whole wheat bread, salty beef jerky, sticky salad dressing, and energy drinks in the freezer, the bottles are cold and covered with condensation.

He mechanically stuffed a dozen things into the basket, and when his fingers touched a bag of peanut butter, he suddenly noticed something strange.

The shelves in the back of the convenience store were tilted to one side, as if they had been hit by something heavy. The bags of potato chips were crushed and the crumbs were scattered all over the floor. Several cans of peas and corn rolled in the corner, and the cans were dented.

There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air, pungent and familiar.

He frowned and looked in the direction of the spillage - on the floor, there was a pool of dark red blood that had not yet dried, as if it had been smeared with a mop, spreading on the ground.

Looking up again, I saw the surveillance camera in the corner hanging down at an angle, the lens was smashed to pieces, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor.

There were several fresh bullet holes embedded in the wall next to it, with the edges charred black, which was shocking to see.

If it were a normal person, his heart would be beating like a drum, his clothes would be soaked with sweat, and he would want to turn around and run away immediately.

But Zhou Qingfeng was different at this moment.

The 'X' enhancer affects not only his muscles, but also his brain.

His emotions were temporarily stripped away, without sadness or joy, without fear, and only driven by instinct, like a precise and indifferent machine.

He glanced down at the worn-out shoes on his feet. The toes were cracked and squeezed his toes painfully.

So he headed towards the daily necessities section, hoping to find a pair of shoes and socks that would fit him, and perhaps a lightweight suitcase to carry his supplies.

But after taking a few steps forward, Zhou Qingfeng's pace involuntarily slowed down. He listened carefully and could faintly hear low curses and threats, as well as suppressed sobs, coming from the direction of the counter.

Through the gap between the shelves, I saw a burly guy standing behind the counter. He had a fat face and was wearing a wrinkled shirt.

His rough big hands were holding a hunting rifle, and his eyes were as fierce as a hungry wolf. It was obvious that he was not a serious store clerk.

The gun was pointed at two people lying on the ground. One was curled up with his hands covering his shoulders, and the other had simply fainted. Blood was flowing from his forehead, staining half of his face red.

Zhou Qingfeng immediately understood what happened?
This remote gas station convenience store was robbed.

The robbers controlled the store clerks and customers, but heard the sound of the "Holy Light No. 1" landing outside, so they sent an accomplice to check.

But their accomplice never returned and they heard the sound of gunfire that he was shot, so they became extremely nervous.

Although he understood it, Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to save anyone or retreat at this moment. He just wanted to get the daily necessities he wanted.

He ignored the chaos in front of him, walked steadily around the debris on the ground, grabbed two packs of compressed biscuits from the shelf, and picked up a few bottles of mineral water.

He glanced around and saw a small red emergency medical kit in the corner, and threw it into the basket without hesitation.

Then he noticed a row of cheap black cotton socks hanging in the grocery section.

When he squatted down and his fingers just touched the plastic wrapping of a pack of socks, he suddenly heard a faint whimper in his ears.

Behind the shelves, a woman huddled in a corner, her hands tightly wrapped around her knees, trembling. Her face was tear-stained, her makeup smudged, her hair wet with sweat and plastered to her forehead, her eyes filled with fear and despair.

She pleaded to Zhou Qingfeng in a low voice: "Help... Please, help!"

The sound was as soft as a mosquito's buzz and was almost drowned out by his own sobs.

Zhou Qingfeng's hand paused for half a second, and his eyes swept over her indifferently. Then he grabbed the socks expressionlessly, threw them into the shopping basket, turned around and left, as if the woman was just a piece of air.

The woman was stunned, the hope in her eyes instantly collapsed, replaced by deeper fear.

Behind the counter, a burly robber opened his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open, and his face was full of disbelief.

He was holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, pointing the muzzle at the customers and clerk squatting on the ground. Cold sweat was oozing from his forehead, and the gunshot outside made him tremble with fear.

And now, this skinny Asian young man actually walked into the store with a calm face, ignoring the blood and mess on the floor, picking up supplies with lavish hands, as casually as if he was strolling in his own backyard.

What's even more outrageous is that this guy actually walked straight to the counter and said coldly: "I want the gun in your hand, give it to me."

The robber was stunned at first, then he laughed out loud in anger, a hoarse sneer squeezed out of his throat: "Are you sick?"

He looked Zhou Qingfeng up and down, and suddenly narrowed his eyes. His gaze fell on the wrinkled jacket and the worn sneakers on the other person's feet. He felt that they looked a little familiar.

"Where did you get this dress?"

"I stole it from a drunkard." Zhou Qingfeng said in a flat tone.

"Drunk?" The robber's eyes suddenly darkened as he stared at the shoes - the laces were broken and the soles were worn to reveal white edges.

He suddenly remembered something, and anger instantly rushed to his head. He gritted his teeth and roared: "These are my brother's clothes and shoes! What did you do to him?!"

The muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun suddenly turned towards Zhou Qingfeng, with the black barrel pointing directly at his chest.

At the moment the muzzle moved, Zhou Qingfeng let go of the basket in his hand, and slashed the barrel of the hunting rifle with his left hand at lightning speed, pushing it up and causing the muzzle to deviate from a fatal angle.

Almost at the same time, his right hand pulled out the revolver from his pocket. His movements were as fast as a shadow, and the muzzle was pointed at the robber's chin with a very small arc.

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound, a ball of fire spurted out of the muzzle, and the bullet accurately penetrated the robber's jaw. The small entrance was instantly torn apart, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

The bullet penetrated the brain, blasting a slightly larger hole in the back of the head. Blood mixed with brain matter splattered out, covering the shelves behind the counter.

The red and white liquid flowed down the cigarette box and dripped onto the ground.

The robber's body shook, as if all his strength was drained, and he fell to the ground with a thud. The double-barreled shotgun hit the floor with a dull thud.

The sudden sound of gunfire made the already nervous hostage burst into tears.

But at the same time as the gunshot, a short robber jumped out from behind the shelf, his face full of shock and anger, holding a semi-automatic pistol in his hand.

Without saying a word, he aimed at Zhou Qingfeng's back and pulled the trigger repeatedly. "Bang, bang, bang!" The bullets cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, causing various food packaging bags on the shelves to burst.

At the same time, hurried footsteps were heard outside the convenience store, and an accomplice who was in charge of lookout rushed in with a shotgun, yelling, "What happened?!"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw blood splattered behind the counter, so he opened fire without any hesitation.

The shotgun shells sprayed out like a rainstorm, the glass cabinet doors exploded instantly, fragments flew everywhere, the shelves were shaken, and the sharp sounds of metal collision and glass shattering filled the entire space.

Zhou Qingfeng reacted extremely quickly, rolling sideways to the back of the shelf. The bullet grazed his shoulder, causing a burning pain.

He huddled in the narrow corridor, his ears filled with the echoes of screams and chaos.

The terrified customer on the ground dragged his body to the corner, leaving a long red trail of blood mixed with the dust and debris on the ground.

The two robbers shouted one after another: "Kill him! Don't let him get away!"

The gunshots were as dense as drumbeats. The walls were pitted and riddled with bullet holes, like ruins ravaged by a violent storm.

Zhou Qingfeng moved in a half-crouching position, using the tilted shelves and scattered goods as cover, occasionally leaning out to fight back.

Every bullet was fired with exceptional calmness and precision.

"Bang!" A bullet hit the short robber's shoulder, blood spurted out, the guy screamed in pain, and the gun almost fell out of his hand.

Zhou Qingfeng did not take credit for himself. He fired a shot and quickly retracted it, just in time to avoid the roaring shotgun and the furious robber.

The beverage bottles on the top shelf were shattered, and the liquid splashed everywhere, soaking the ground. The ceiling lights flickered, and the gunfire made the walls flicker.

Screams, roars, and gunshots intertwined into one, the scene was chaotic and violent, like a sudden storm that completely swallowed up the isolated island in the middle of the night.

The barrel of the shotgun was quickly emptied, and the robber's courage plummeted. He no longer cared about his companions' lives, turned around and ran, trying to hide in the darkness outside the gas station.

However, Zhou Qingfeng recognized that his opponent was using a sawed-off shotgun while dodging. After counting the number of shots fired five times, he immediately stood up and aimed at the target's back.
Knock it down with one shot.
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The gunshots gradually subsided, leaving only a mess and the pungent smell of gunpowder in the convenience store.

The short robber fell beside the shelf, blood gushing from the gunshot wound in his shoulder, staining the tiles beneath him red.

He was breathing heavily, his face full of pain and anger. He struggled to lift the pistol that fell to the side, but he couldn't even lift his fingers.

Zhou Qingfeng walked out from behind the shelf, stared at him coldly, raised the muzzle of his gun slightly, and with a crisp "bang", the bullet hit him right between the eyebrows.

The store was dead silent for a moment, then broken by the suppressed gasps of the surviving customers.

Several people huddled in a corner, their clothes disheveled, their faces stained with dust and blood, their eyes glazed with fear. They supported each other and slowly stood up, unable to believe they had survived.

Zhou Qingfeng squatted down expressionlessly like a bystander, picking up the supplies that had just fallen from the scattered baskets.

He also picked out a pair of black cotton socks and a pair of size 43 gray sneakers, and squatted down to change out of the pair of worn-out shoes that didn't fit him.

The rubber soles of the new shoes made a slight squeaking sound when stepping on the broken glass, which felt much more comfortable.

He also pulled a brand new canvas backpack from the counter and stuffed all his things into it as calmly as if he was checking out at a supermarket.

The survivors looked at him with complicated expressions, including fear and a bit of disbelief.

This young Asian man is so fierce. He just killed three robbers in a hail of bullets, but now he is "shopping" as if nothing happened. His indifference and calmness make people feel cold.

No one dared to approach and talk to him, and they even breathed softly for fear of attracting his attention.

Zhou Qingfeng put on his backpack, turned and walked towards the door. The wind chimes on the glass door jingled in the night wind.

He pushed the door open and walked out with steady steps. His back disappeared in the dim light outside the convenience store, leaving behind a bloodstain on the ground and a devastated storefront.

The night wind blew by, dispersing the last wisp of gunpowder smoke. The sound of sirens could be heard faintly in the distance, but they did not arrive for a long time.

Just as he had taken a dozen steps, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He quickly turned his head and saw the woman who had asked for help earlier stumbling out after him.

"Wait! You...you can't just leave like this!"

Zhou Qingfeng looked at her coldly. She bit her lip, took a step forward courageously, her voice trembling but firm:
"You saved me, I'm very grateful... If you are prosecuted, I can go to court to testify for you."

Zhou Qingfeng's eyes were calm. "I didn't save you. They wanted to die on their own. If you want to leave, go ahead. Don't follow me."

The woman stood there in a daze for a few seconds before quickly running towards the gas station parking lot. After a while, she drove up to Zhou Qingfeng, lowered the window, and asked:

"Would you like to get in the car? I can give you a ride."

(End of this chapter)