Invasion of America

Chapter 67 Red-haired boy
The lobby of the Lloyd Community Blood Collection Center was dim and depressing. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling emitted a low hum, and the pale light cast a cold gleam on the tile floor.

When the punk version of red-haired Victor pushed the door open and swept the entire place with his eyes like a hawk, he completed a detailed observation of the "crime environment" in a few seconds and quickly planned an action plan in his mind.

A dark and fat female nurse was sitting at the front desk, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, her fingers sliding across the screen of her mobile phone, her eyes were sleepy, and there was a hint of impatience on the corners of her mouth.

As Lisa and Annie approached her, she didn't even look up, clearly posing no threat.

The skinny man huddled in a plastic chair, sobbing softly. The nurse next to him coldly refused, "You don't weigh enough. We can't draw blood from anyone under 110 pounds."

The young man holding the water cup was pale. Judging from the blood spots on his arm, he had just sold blood and was suffering from dizziness and weakness. He didn't even have the strength to stand up.

In the blood collection area inside the hall, two rows of semi-reclined reclining chairs are placed opposite each other, with thin sponge pads on the backs and a faded plastic curtain separating them.

Seven or eight blood collectors were lying there, some resting with their eyes closed, and some listening to light music with headphones on, as if they were briefly escaping from this dilapidated reality.

The phlebotomist is skillfully inserting the needle. The No. 16 blood collection needle is particularly thick and is inserted into the blood vessel in the donor's arm.

Bright red blood flowed out along a transparent tube and into a humming plasma separator, replacing the pale yellow plasma.

The person who has completed the blood collection will not stand up immediately, but lie down weakly to catch his breath.

The nurses would quickly come over to take the collection bottles and tell you how much you could earn. Then they would hand you a prepaid card or a few crumpled old cash bills.

Most people who come to this place are crazy poor.

There are naive people like Lisa and Annie who sell their blood for money to support the life they want. There are also tall, fat black people called "Happy" who grin and laugh heartlessly.

Zhou Qingfeng was most concerned about the nurses holding prepaid cards and cash. The direction they were walking revealed the source of the money - a small office to the right of the front desk, with the door half open.

What alerted him most was the security guard sitting against the wall - a white man in his forties, with a face as calm as a rock, wearing a black bulletproof vest and a Glock pistol hanging on his waist.

When Zhou Qingfeng followed Lisa and Annie in, the white security guard immediately noticed something was wrong and became extremely nervous.

The boy was dressed in a punk style, with his hat pulled down and a mask covering his face. His steps were so steady that he didn't look like someone who was here to sell blood.

The security guard's hand instantly holstered his gun, his muscles tensed, his eyes fixed on the uninvited guest, waiting for the next sign to pull out his gun.
Then two gunshots were heard.

When Zhou Qingfeng entered combat mode, the entire blood collection center seemed to be plunged into slow motion. He drew his gun with lightning speed, aiming the muzzle at the white security guard.

Two bullets flew out of the chamber.

The first bullet hit the security guard's bulletproof vest like a sledgehammer, and the hundreds of joules of kinetic energy "nailed" him to the wall behind him.

He groaned, the chair creaked, and his face twisted instantly.

The second bullet followed closely behind, grazed his head, and hit the wall with a "bang", causing the paint on the wall to explode and fragments to fly like raindrops.

The bullet embedded itself into the inner bricks, leaving a fist-sized hole.

After being shot in the chest, the white security guard immediately lost more than half of his combat effectiveness. The second close-range threat was more like a psychological blow.

His heart was beating wildly, his hands and feet were shaking instinctively, and his body was curled up uncontrollably, sliding under the chair to avoid flying debris and a possible third bullet.

Everyone in the blood collection center immediately screamed, squatted, and covered their heads, following the entire process with incredible skill. Then everyone heard a loud cry - Robbery!
The moment the gunshot rang out, Lisa and Anne's bodies seemed to be suddenly pulled tight by invisible strings, and they reflexively executed the standard "shooting case" response procedure.

This instinct had been drilled repeatedly in American schools and was ingrained into them. They immediately crouched down, then dropped to their stomachs, their heads touching the cold tiles.

Then they nervously judged the direction of the gunshots, and then saw the man behind them rushing towards the white security guard sitting in the corner of the hall.

The security guard, shot, held his head in his hands, a faint smoke rising from a bullet hole in his bulletproof vest. He decisively abandoned his duties, completely losing the thought of resistance.

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed his collar and roughly pulled him up from the ground. He pushed him and staggered a few steps, then shouted in a low voice, "Go to the payment office."

The office is just a few steps to the right of the front desk, with the door ajar.

In the office, a mottled wooden table occupied the center, and behind it sat a middle-aged clerk who was not sure whether he was a doctor or a cashier.

There was also a black security guard in the corner of the room. He was tall and strong, holding a pistol in his hand, with the muzzle pointed at the door, his eyes alert and nervous.

When Zhou Qingfeng appeared at the door pushing the white security guard with his hands raised, with only half of his stern face showing, the black security guard's expression changed instantly.

He immediately dropped his gun, raised his hands, and shouted, "OK, OK, don't shoot! Don't hurt anyone! You want money, just take it, no one will stop you!"

Zhou Qingfeng's eyes swept across the desk and he threw out a worn canvas bag, which landed on the table with a "bang".

He didn't say anything, just tilted his head slightly, his eyes cold.

The clerk behind the desk understood immediately, quickly opened the drawer under the desk, and hurriedly stuffed several stacks of crumpled bills and a dozen prepaid cards into the bag.

The whole process took less than ten seconds. The employee kept his head down the whole time, not daring to look up at the cold gaze outside the door, as if he was afraid of remembering the other person's appearance.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation." Zhou Qingfeng got the money smoothly, as if he had completed a routine transaction.

He pushed the white security guard away, closed the office door, locked it with a click, and turned around and strode away.

After being freed from the gun, the white security guard suddenly collapsed to the ground, looked down at the bullet holes on his bulletproof vest, and gasped while holding his chest.

The black security guard leaned against the wall, shaking his head and sighing with lingering fear.

Back in the hall, Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the crowd lying on the ground, took out two prepaid cards from his canvas bag, and threw them to the skinny man.

The guy squatted beside the chair, his head in his hands, quietly. He looked up at the dropped prepaid card, quickly picked it up, and then remained silent.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't stop, turned around and walked to the front desk, and grabbed Lisa and Annie who were curled up there with one hand.

The two women screamed, their bodies stiff as puppets. Only with Zhou Qingfeng's strong push did they stumble towards the door.
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Two minutes later, the community police car screeched to a halt outside the blood collection center.

Two armed policemen pushed the door open and found that the people in the hall had returned to an eerie calm.

The middle-aged female nurse at the front desk was browsing her phone with her head down. The skinny man had already slipped away, and the young man holding the water cup had just come to his senses, his face still pale.

The plasma separator in the blood collection area was still humming. The donors closed their eyes, as if isolated from the world, and the music in their headphones drowned out the gunshots.

A nurse, holding several prepaid cards, awkwardly explained to several phlebotomists, "Sorry, the robbers took all the cash. These are the only cards left. Can you accept them?"

The black security guard supported his white colleague and whispered to him, "It's okay, brother, you're fine. The bulletproof vest saved you. You have paid leave now."

The two policemen frowned, glanced around, and asked only one question: "Who called the police? Is anyone injured?"

"I called the police. Someone just robbed the blood collection center and fired shots." The black security guard pointed at his white colleague's bulletproof vest and said, "He was shot once, but he's okay."

The white security guard raised some objections, saying, "The robber was very professional, with accurate shooting skills, quick movements, clear goals, and a strong psychological quality.

This guy is definitely not ordinary. He deliberately dressed himself like a street thug, so it is impossible that he only committed this crime once."

"Thank you for the clue." The police nodded, took out his notebook, scribbled a few words, and shrugged after taking a few casual glances at the surveillance footage.

"There's a shortage of police officers in this community, and 911 only handles emergencies. Since there were no casualties, this case isn't a high priority. You should contact the insurance company first."

Or, as usual, use your own methods to solve the problem, anyway, as long as the main culprit is caught."

The black and white security guards looked at each other, nodded in unison, and then made a phone call.
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Leaving the Lloyd Community Blood Collection Center, Zhou Qingfeng turned into a narrow alley, removed his pulled-down baseball cap and tossed it into a curbside trash can. He also ripped off his mask, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into his pocket. He took off his jacket, which he'd been wearing inside out, shook it out, and flipped it right side out, revealing his scarlet hair, two boldly tattooed arms, and a nose ring, making him inexplicably fit in with the dangerous neighborhood.

Lisa and Annie followed behind foolishly, feeling that the robbery was too sudden, too hasty, and too smooth.

This is called professionalism!

Zhou Qingfeng took out the stolen cash from the canvas bag. They were all wrinkled old bills. After counting them casually, there was only a little over three thousand US dollars in total.

He took out a thousand dollars and handed them to Lisa and Anne, saying in a flat voice, "Thank you for leading the way. This is your service fee."

The two girls took the money and each took half.

Lisa giggled as she held the bills in her hand, while Anne hurriedly stuffed them into her pocket without any psychological burden or guilt.

As for those pre-paid cards, they all have numbers.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't even glance at it. He gave most of it to the two girls to use for daily necessities. He gave the rest to a few homeless people he met along the way, throwing them to them casually.

If the police take this case seriously and track the whereabouts of these pre-paid cards, it will consume their manpower and resources and delay some time.

"Okay, it's time to say goodbye. The police should find you soon. Just say that I kidnapped you. It won't be much trouble." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and was about to turn around.

"Wait... where are you going?" Lisa clutched the money, her tone filled with attachment and reluctance. Zhou Qingfeng had said he would leave soon, but she hadn't expected it to be so quick.

Even Annie looked disappointed and tried to persuade him to stay, saying, "There's a great party tonight. Are you really not going to join us?"

"I'm not interested in parties." Zhou Qingfeng didn't stop walking. He turned his head coldly and whispered:
"It's good for you to stay away from dangerous people like me. Otherwise, you will easily die."

"But we didn't think you were that dangerous..." Lisa's voice softened.

She bit her lip, her eyes lingering, as if she had lost a treasure she had accidentally found. But Zhou Qingfeng ignored them and walked away down the street with determination, quickly disappearing.

Anne lowered her head and touched the money in her pocket. She sighed softly, her tone full of regret: "This man is so cool... It's a pity that I couldn't sleep with him."

The fear of being frightened by the dinner knife early in the morning gradually faded from her mind, and was replaced by a strange fascination.

Other men always use sweet words to coax her, deceive her and take advantage of her, but never care about whether she is doing well or not. On the contrary, this man in front of her uses the coldest words to say the warmest words.

Lisa clenched her fists, feeling frustrated and about to cry: "I've always wanted to find a boyfriend like this...

I even want to marry him and give him a bunch of children. But I'm afraid I'll never meet a man like him again in my life."

The two women sighed a few times, feeling both curious and emotional. Back at the old apartment, Annie saw her laptop still on the dining table and immediately went over to check it out.

"What's wrong?" Lisa asked.

"I wonder what that guy did with my computer? He's so secretive, he definitely wouldn't do anything meaningless."

Annie tried to check her browsing history, but found that it had been cleared.

But the two girls had their own way. They knocked on the door next door, lured a otaku wearing black-framed glasses over with a smile, and asked him to help check his Internet history.

The otaku was bewildered by the sweet talk and worked hard to find the IP address and domain name of the visit from his router log.

The two girls had no money to pay for the internet, so they borrowed the internet package from the otaku next door. As a result, Zhou Qingfeng's online information was recorded.

When Zhou Qingfeng opened the webpage address he had seen, the first thing that popped up was the wanted warrant issued by the FBI.

Lisa and Annie usually never cared about this, but when they saw Zhou Qingfeng's head photo, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Oh my God, I knew this guy was unusual." Lisa felt inexplicably excited as if her G-spot was touched.

Annie asked anxiously, "What does the wanted poster mean? This guy named 'Zhou' is wanted for illegal business? What is he running?"

When asked by his dream goddess, the otaku got excited and started talking, "Don't you know? This Asian is very famous now.

He is a billionaire who founded 'Holy Light', which holds a controlling stake in a 'Dongda' enterprise called 'Electric Flight'.

Financial circles are praising him, saying he owns a company that could impact the world economy. The electric-powered Warthog is a super cool aircraft.

It can not only fly fast but also take off and land vertically. As long as it gets its airworthiness certificate, it will be a hit. Because of this, it is coveted, and even our governor is openly pressuring it."

When it comes to industry news, the otaku talks endlessly.

But the two girls didn't listen at all. Lisa grabbed the mouse and searched for all the information about Zhou Qingfeng.

Soon, the apartment was filled with the screams of two girls: a super-rich man, an industrial upstart, a threat to U.S. national security, and someone who had escaped the joint efforts of the FBI and IRS.

A legendary figure!
Looking at Zhou Qingfeng's profile picture on the screen, Annie's legs went weak and Lisa's body went numb. The otaku asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Why are you interested in this Asian guy?"

Anne coaxed the otaku out of the house first, then turned around and pinned the excited Lisa against the wall, "We two are such idiots, we actually let a man worth over a billion dollars go for nothing.

Come on, tell me, how do you know that guy? Details, details, all the details. I don't ask for anything else, I just want to sleep with that guy.

A young man worth a billion would definitely do things differently.”

Young, rich, handsome, cool, and a domineering CEO. Which woman can resist the temptation of such a high-quality man?
Lisa herself was upset. She should have forced Zhou Qingfeng to juice last night when he was unconscious due to a headache. If she succeeded in juicing, she would be honored as a mother by having a child!
But before the two girls could start imagining it, there was a knock on their apartment door. Through the peephole, they could see several strange men with unfriendly faces blocking the door.

Lisa and Annie were so frightened that they turned pale and didn't dare to open the door, hoping they could get away with it like they had fooled the landlord.

But the person knocking on the door was getting louder and louder, and he shouted impatiently outside the door: "Stinky bitch, I know you two are home.

My name is Stock, and I'm the security specialist for Volcano Blood Technology. More precisely, I'm a private investigator and a bounty hunter.

My partners include a retired police officer and two retired military personnel, who specialize in helping the company solve problems that the police are too lazy to resolve.

Look, you're in trouble, you've been reported. Volcano doesn't mind losing a few thousand dollars, but they won't tolerate being robbed.

I advise you to open the door and hand over the guy who fired the gun, and I promise you will be fine."

The two girls' faces turned pale, and they finally had to open the door obediently.

Outside the door, the neighbor's otaku was peeking in from behind and pointed at the two girls and said, "Yes, they are the two with the armed criminals."

The leading man grinned grimly, first took out a hundred dollars and gave it to the neighbor otaku as a reward, and then used his mobile phone to show a screenshot of the video surveillance of the blood collection center.

In the screenshot, Zhou Qingfeng, dressed in punk style, entered the blood collection center one after another with two girls, and left together.

"I'm not a police officer. Don't try to trick me with your nonsense about being held hostage without knowing anything. Where's the red-haired guy who fired the gun? If you can't provide some clues, expect to go to jail."

Lisa shook her head and refused to say anything.

The leading man slapped Lisa to the ground, then grabbed her neck when Anne screamed and pressed her against the wall until she foamed at the mouth.

A few minutes later, the uninvited guests stared at Zhou Qingfeng's photo on the laptop screen and whispered, "Fuck! We're going to make a fortune! No one can stop us!"

(End of this chapter)