Invasion of America

Chapter 65 Goal
Late at night, in the Governor's office in the Florida State Capitol, Governor Parker stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling a little excited.

Hours earlier, he had ordered a raid on Electric Flight's test farm in Miami and was awaiting word of its success.

The Governor's thoughts were wandering at this moment - he was imagining how to control Zhou Qingfeng through "extreme pressure" and give him a good beating.

There are many methods, such as "fines", "prosecutions", "exit restrictions", and "account seizures". In short, he is "making a card out of nothing" to show his tough attitude towards "Todai".

In the governor's imagination, he could waste a year or two with Zhou Qingfeng. Even if he couldn't force "Electric Flight" to transfer its technology, he could still impose a large fine.

However, time passed by minute by minute, and the clock in the office ticked, as if reminding him that the wait was long.

Two or three hours later, there was a hurried knock on the office door.

The assistant who pushed the door open had a serious expression on his face. "Governor, the FBI operation failed. They didn't catch their target."

Governor Parker's face instantly darkened.

The assistant continued, "The target escaped in a Warthog aircraft, but he certainly didn't leave Florida. We still have a chance to capture him."

"I wonder where he went?"

"The Warthog is extremely maneuverable and flew away from a very low altitude."

"That bastard used a low-altitude aircraft, could it be that he was just trying to escape?"
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The situation at the arrest scene at the test farm was a bit chaotic.

Since Zhou Qingfeng was not arrested, the IRS and FBI who arrived at the scene could only detain Kelly - because she is currently the de facto "CEO" of "Electric Flight".

Xiao Jinlang had a close call with death. After regaining his freedom, he immediately took back his communication tools and reported the emergency to the country.

The Chinese embassy and consulate in the United States were immediately notified, demanding that diplomatic pressure be exerted on the United States. We cannot watch this industry "unicorn" under investigation by the *** being suppressed for no reason.

As for Xiao Jinlang, not only could he not get angry about being under house arrest, he also had to stay and clean up the mess left by Zhou Qingfeng, and arrange for him to return to the country immediately if necessary.

Lao Xiao felt that he was very wronged because he had no one to use - even Chen Rui, who had roared at him, had to be appeased and put to use.

The primary question now is where did Zhou Qingfeng escape to?
Three hundred kilometers north of Miami, Orlando.

An old Prius bought from a second-hand market was wobbling along the asphalt road, its mottled silver paint reflecting a few tired gleams in the sunlight.

The woman driving the car had just survived a car accident and was quite excited. She kept talking non-stop like a radio that wouldn't stop.

Zhou Qingfeng sat in the passenger seat, silent and staring out of the car, like a sculpture. The woman's voice was like white noise, not affecting his thoughts at all.

He ate most of the food he had taken from the convenience store, and once the hunger subsided, his mind became clearer and calmer.

The 'X' enhancer suppressed his emotions and also activated hidden information in his mind, such as a strange list.

There were more than a dozen people on the list, and behind each name was a series of notes. He borrowed the woman's phone and went online to look up the person corresponding to each name in his mind.

Considering he was in Florida, the first name he looked up was 'Ellison Parker', with the annotation being the Secretary of State of the doomsday United States.

This person is cunning, shameless, and has no moral bottom line, but he is also talented and good at sophistry and agitation.

He is energetic and tireless, with a bold and sharp mind, and can always find a way to turn the situation around in the most desperate situations.

His speeches were as passionate as fire, able to ignite the most indifferent people, comfort the most tired people, and send the most excited people to death.

Because of this, even though the United States suffered repeated devastating blows in the last days, it was still able to hunt down Chinese people in North America and throw them into concentration camps under his propaganda.

Many strange and bizarre things popped up in Zhou Qingfeng's empty head, followed by unbearable pain.

When he groaned in pain, the woman who was driving quickly pulled over and asked with concern, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Before Zhou Qingfeng fainted, the screen of his mobile phone showed the smiling face of 'Ellison Parker' and his current identity - the acting governor of Florida.
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When Zhou Qingfeng opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a worn-out sofa. The leather was cracked, with yellowed sponge exposed at the edges, and it emitted a faint musty smell.

The room was dim, the curtains were half-drawn, and sunlight squeezed in through the gaps, casting several slender beams of light on the floor.

He rubbed his temples and stood up, feeling slightly dizzy, probably a symptom of low blood sugar. He was hungry again.

On the coffee table, under the dirty mug was a note. The edges of the paper were torn unevenly, but the handwriting was sloppy but clear:
"I went shopping. There's food in the kitchen. I took the money from your pocket. - Lisa."

"Who is Lisa? The woman in the early morning?" He glanced at her, sneered, crumpled the note into a ball and threw it back on the table.

He stood up, stepped barefoot on the cool wooden floor, and walked into the small bathroom.

Hot water gushed out from the rusty shower head, carrying a hint of iron smell. He stood under the water, letting the heat wrap around his body and wash away the sweat and dust on his skin.

The mirror was fogged up, and he reached out to wipe it away, revealing his own reflection.

The man in the mirror was pale and slightly thin, but his muscles were firm, his shoulders were broad, and his veins bulged slightly when he clenched his fists, revealing a hidden sense of power.

His eyes fell on his left shoulder, where a piece of tender red skin was clearly visible - that was the only trace left by the gunfight in the convenience store in the early morning.

A 9mm bullet grazed it, leaving a shallow wound that has now begun to heal.

Zhou Qingfeng stared at himself in the mirror with a stern look in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "Nutrition, I need more nutrition to strengthen my body. Otherwise, this skeleton and muscles won't be able to support my strength."

The feeling of hunger was like a fire burning in his stomach, and he felt that he could swallow a whole cow in one bite.

After taking off his dirty clothes and throwing them into the washing machine, he casually pulled off the bath towel hanging on the wall, wrapped it around his lower body, and walked into the kitchen barefoot.

The kitchen was clean, not like a place where people often cook. On the dining table sat a twelve-inch barbecue pizza and a carton of milk next to it.

Zhou Qingfeng sat down without hesitation, tore open the pizza, and stuffed it into his mouth. The cheese stretched out in long strings, and the sweet and sour taste of tomato sauce filled his mouth.

He grabbed the milk again, tilted his head back and drank it all. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the cold liquid slid down his throat, temporarily suppressing the restlessness of hunger.

Just as he licked the milk stains from the corner of his mouth, the door creaked open and a sleepy young woman walked out.

The other person was only wearing a loose T-shirt, his hair was a mess, he was yawning, and he walked lazily towards the kitchen, obviously having just woken up.

"Are you Lisa's new boyfriend?" the young woman asked casually, leaning against the door frame and rubbing her eyes.

Her voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes were half-closed, not yet fully awake. This was a two-bedroom apartment, and she was obviously another tenant. "No." Zhou Qingfeng didn't even look up, but shook his head calmly and continued to chew on the pizza in his hand.

The woman smiled and was about to pick up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the table, but was interrupted by him with a sudden low shout: "Don't smoke in front of me."

The woman's hand, which was about to light a cigarette, paused in mid-air, stunned for a second, then narrowed her eyes in anger and retorted without a shred of weakness: "Fuck you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly swung the dinner knife in his hand. It cut through the air with a whoosh and flew out with a cold light.

"Clang!" The tip of the knife accurately nailed the wall beside the young woman's ear, deeply embedded in the wooden board more than an inch.

The hilt of the knife vibrated hummingly, and the residual sound echoed in the quiet room.

The young woman's mind suddenly became clear, her face turned pale, the cigarette and lighter in her hand fell to the ground with a "click", her body froze in place, her expression was terrified, and she didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Is there a computer?" Zhou Qingfeng's voice remained calm.

"Yes... yes." She swallowed, her voice trembling, and she didn't dare to look Zhou Qingfeng in the eye again.

"Go get it for me." Zhou Qingfeng lowered his head and continued eating.

The woman turned around stiffly and walked into the room with a staggering step. After a while, she brought out a laptop, placed it carefully on the dining table, took two steps back, lowered her head and dared not say a word.

Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath, typed the words "Allison Parker" on the keyboard, and pressed the Enter key.

A familiar half-length portrait came into view - Alison Parker, dressed in a suit and tie, smiling, his hair combed meticulously, his eyes revealing shrewdness and confidence.

The profile reads: "Acting Governor of Florida." There are also several news links below the photo, mentioning his recent speaking engagements and political stances.

When this standard politician's smiling face appeared on the screen, Zhou Qingfeng instinctively felt extremely disgusted with this person. A voice in his heart kept echoing, "Kill him."

This guy is like Goebbels, the Nazi propaganda minister in World War II. Asian Americans in North America, especially Chinese, have suffered a lot because of his demonization propaganda.

The capital of Florida is in a small town called Tallahassee.

Governor Ellison Parker's office is on the fourth floor of the State Capitol. The address and interior layout of his official residence are available online.

Searching for 'Governor of Florida' brought up news about the former governor being killed on a cruise ship, and also brought up news that the Federal Secret Service had begun strengthening security for high-ranking officials across the United States.

Continuing the search, I found the latest news that Ellison Parker ordered an investigation into the threat posed by "electric flight" to US national security, saying something like collecting user data and other nonsense.

After finding "Electric Flight," Zhou Qingfeng saw a bunch of reports about the "Warthog" on the website. "Isn't this the aircraft I rode last night?"

He subconsciously searched his name online and soon found a piece of information - the ninety days were up, and the official "Powerball" announced the identity of the super prize winner.

Then there was the wanted poster posted by the FBI online, and Zhou Qingfeng finally saw his detailed information.

"I'm worth over a billion dollars, and in a few months I created a tech unicorn valued at over a billion dollars, leading a global short-distance transportation revolution.

Then I was wanted by the IRS and FBI for many crimes including illegal business operations, environmental damage, tax evasion, and threats to national security?

What exactly did I do before I took the 'X' booster?"

In other words, Zhou Qingfeng's brain was formatted at this moment, causing his emotions to become indifferent, otherwise a series of question marks would definitely appear in his head.
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There was a slight sound of a key turning in the apartment door, followed by a "click" of the door lock, and Lisa pushed the door open and walked in.

She was holding a bulging supermarket shopping bag. The edge of the paper bag was slightly deformed, revealing the packaging of a carton of milk and several bags of potato chips.

As she entered, she first glanced at her roommate who was as quiet as a frightened kitten in the corner of the living room, and then turned her gaze to the man who was busy typing on the keyboard at the dining table.

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys? The atmosphere is weird." Lisa had just put down her shopping bags when her roommate grabbed the corner of her clothes and pulled her to the corner of the living room entrance.

"Who is this man?" The roommate's eyes widened and he pointed at the knife on the wall in horror. "He almost killed me!"

Lisa pursed her lips, her eyes drifting towards Zhou Qingfeng with a complicated expression. This question was really hard to answer. She recalled her experience at the convenience store in the early morning, and she was still frightened.

In her eyes, Zhou Qingfeng's performance was perfect: when she panicked and asked for help, he did not help immediately, and his calmness was almost cold;

Faced with the robber's gun, he did not panic and run away, but faced the challenge head-on. His courage is commendable.

Not to mention that he was surrounded by three armed robbers, but he was able to fight back cleanly and efficiently, and his fighting power was astonishing.

As for not calling the police afterward? That was perfectly normal—calling the police would only get him into trouble. She even felt that calling the police was not something this man had ever considered.

To Lisa, Zhou Qingfeng was shrouded in a thick layer of mystery, like a lone hero from a movie, dangerous and charming.

That's why she had the courage to take him home instead of just passing him by.

After perfunctorily answering her roommate, Lisa walked to the dining table and sat across from Zhou Qingfeng. She propped her chin up with both hands and asked with a smile, "Hey, you haven't told me your name yet, what's your name?"

Zhou Qingfeng turned his gaze away from the screen, glanced at her coldly, and replied coldly: "It's no good for you to know me. I will leave soon. Forget about what happened last night."

"Cool!" Instead of walking away, the roommate hid behind Lisa, stuck half of his head out, and let out a meaningful sigh.

She lowered her voice, her tone full of gossip excitement: "How did you meet? Did you sleep together last night?"

Just then, the "beep" sound of the washing machine finishing drying came from the bathroom, briskly breaking the eerie atmosphere in the living room.

Zhou Qingfeng stood up and walked to the bathroom to change his clothes.

Lisa followed him with her eyes, shook her head and sighed, "I really wanted to put him to bed, but just moving him in here exhausted me—he's as heavy as a rock."

My roommate moved closer and jokingly said, "If you need help, you can call me. I don't think you can handle him alone. This man has a fatal attraction. He's too dangerous and too exciting."

In the bathroom, Zhou Qingfeng put on his washed and dried jacket again, and put the two seized pistols under his ribs and ankles respectively.

He looked at himself in the mirror again, wondering how to kill the 'former' Secretary of State of the apocalyptic Mimi Country and the 'current' Acting Governor of Florida.

Either long-range sniping or close-range assassination, these two methods each have their own advantages and disadvantages. However, if you are wanted, the connections and resources of the "Holy Light" will be unavailable.

Gotta find another way.

(End of this chapter)