Invasion of America

Chapter 70 Rescue
As night fell over Orlando, a basic Warthog flew over the city, guided by satellite navigation and lidar.

At close range, the noise from the eight high-power fans is still very strong, especially during vertical takeoff and landing, which can be described as flying sand and rocks and deafening.

The basic model of the 'Warthog' is used for cargo transportation, but now it has a few simple fixed reclining chairs, and the cabin is used for both passenger and cargo transportation.

When being jointly arrested by the FBI and IRS, Kelly fulfilled Zhou Qingfeng's promise to the Mexican workers and sent out all the more than ten "Warthogs" originally used for test flights.

In any case, the bureaucrats cannot get any advantage.

These "Warthogs" are of different models, configurations, and even the internal software is different. They should be scrapped after testing.

But once the Mexican workers get these "advanced" aircraft, they will not be scrapped, and they will naturally be put to great use.

Zhou Qingfeng originally thought that these "warthogs" would be taken back to Mexico to transport immigrants and "agricultural products" to the United States.

But the fact is that none of his Mexican subordinates are willing to go back, and without exception they choose to engage in illegal "black flying" operations on the spot.

In just a day or two, these dozen or so Warthogs were everywhere soliciting business. As long as the customers paid, they would fly around at low altitude and help transport anything.

But when Zhou Qingfeng revealed his identity in Orlando, more than a dozen "Warthogs" flew over at once.

They landed mainly in parks, community streets, and suburban lawns, with several Mexican laborers in each cabin, all armed with guns.

When a Warthog came to a complete stop, Juan, the old mechanic who had sworn allegiance to Zhou Qingfeng, stepped down and said to his grandchildren:

"We swore an oath, and now it's time to verify it. The boss must have been calling for help by posting the video, and we have to take him away now."

Several grandchildren nodded heavily to show that they understood their grandfather's orders.

"We have brothers in Orlando. We contacted them, asked them for the car, and asked them to provide information.

Don't get into trouble with the local police easily. We're only a hundred or so, so we can't fight tooth and nail. But if the local gangs are being reckless, remember to teach them a lesson.

As long as we rescue the boss, with his secret support, this land will be ours, Miami will be ours, and all of Florida will be ours."

Old Juan has been a mechanic all his life. He is diligent and honest, but at this moment, with a wave of his hand, he shows the demeanor of a leader.

The grandsons' blood boiled with excitement as they heard this, and they cried out in excitement. They were well-organized, with a clear division of labor. After landing, they each took up their duties and vowed to bring their boss back.
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In addition to the Mexican workers, three more advanced aircraft, "Holy Light One", "Two" and "Three", were also hovering over Orlando.

They shuttled silently above the city lights like ghosts, and the signal lights on their fuselages flickered in the darkness like stars.

Inside the "Holy Light No. 1", Chen Rui, who came from China, had a gloomy expression on his face and kept staring at the several screens in the cockpit.

The high-definition camera under the fuselage is taking pictures of the ground, and the onboard computer is performing facial recognition.

In addition, a radio monitoring device was temporarily added to the cabin to monitor clear text communications within the city.

The U.S. police's on-duty communications are in plain text and can be received clearly.

Chen Rui is in a situation where he has no way out at the moment - because of a big quarrel with Xiao Jinlang at the critical moment of life and death, he no longer has the option of returning to China, and completely surrendering to Zhou Qingfeng is the only way out.

Before dark, Kelly found Chen Rui and asked him to drive 300 kilometers to the suburbs of Orlando to meet with the "Gray Shark" offline first.

At that time, Zhou Qingfeng posted a video to expose himself, and "Gray Shark" also thought that this was a request for help.

He locked onto its location as quickly as possible by analyzing the angle of the sun and the street background in its video.

Chen Rui immediately drove over to look for him, but Zhou Qingfeng had already left the Lloyd Community. That evening, he boarded the Holy Light No. 1 again, intending to use the most rudimentary method to search for him.

The three "Holy Light" aircraft have a long range and can circle continuously at low speed over the city of Orlando, waiting patiently like a falcon.

Once Zhou Qingfeng's whereabouts are discovered, Chen Rui will speed over, find an opportunity to descend vertically, and run away with everyone.

In the humming and roaring cabin, Chen Rui looked at the rifle beside him and sighed. He was truly prepared to risk his life to rescue the people.
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Zhou Qingfeng is currently hiding in a vacant two-story villa in downtown Orlando.

I don’t know whether the owner of the house was traveling or moved somewhere else, but there was a thin layer of dust on the house and no one had lived there for a long time.

Orlando's nights are full of dangers. After dark, the streets become the territory of street gangs, making it not suitable for ordinary people to go out.

After Zhou Qingfeng revealed his whereabouts, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Ruffians and gangsters rushed out from the dark corners of the city like sharks smelling blood.

They were originally just small-time street characters, but now, the high reward of millions of dollars has given them a chance to turn things around.

The entire city's underground world was completely stirred up, and the streets and alleys were filled with an atmosphere of unease.

They originally came for the bounty, but the city was large and Zhou Qingfeng could run fast, so when they couldn't find their target, they simply took the opportunity to start a "looting, smashing and snatching" spree.

The store windows were smashed, the shelves were looted, and the cars on the street were set on fire, with the flames illuminating half the sky.

Screams, curses, and the sound of broken glass intertwined together, and the entire city seemed to be caught in a chaotic nightmare.

The police originally thought that after Zhou Qingfeng revealed his whereabouts, they would be able to arrest him quickly. However, the reality caught them off guard.

The police station was flooded with calls, leaving the operators so busy they barely had time to drink water. From robberies to arson, from fights to shootings, all kinds of cases were popping up one after another.

Police were dispersed across the city's streets, struggling to cope. Even the special police team originally assigned to hunt Zhou Qingfeng had to be temporarily redeployed to deal with the street riots.
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Zhou Qingfeng turned on the TV in the living room of the villa. The news anchor was reporting the chaotic situation in Orlando in a serious tone.

"This wanted criminal who caused the riots in the city must be held accountable for his actions!" The host said in a stern tone, as if reading a verdict.

"We call on him to surrender to the police as soon as possible, end this farce, and restore a peaceful living environment to the people of Orlando."

"Surrender yourself?" Zhou Qingfeng sneered disdainfully. "Why don't you appeal to the governor to cancel the one million dollar reward? It's obvious that the money has completely unleashed the greed and evil in human nature."

"Let there be chaos, let there be chaos. Judgment Day is coming anyway, and everything in America will be destroyed."

He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost midnight. He planned to eat something and then rest for a while to recharge his energy.

The TV screen flashed and the news report changed to a speech by Governor Ellison Parker.

This person said that he had noticed the video released by the wanted criminal Zhou Qingfeng and had also received a request for help from the Orlando City Government.

"First, I want to make it clear that experts have determined that those inciting videos were created using AI technology, and there is no evidence that the wanted criminal is in Orlando.

Secondly, I have ordered the National Guard to enter Orlando to maintain order, and the chaos in the city will be immediately curbed.

Finally, I hope that the CEO of 'Holy Light' will surrender to the police immediately."

Zhou Qingfeng carefully studied the TV screen and noticed that Governor Parker's speech was not taking place in the state government office, but in front of an office building.

Yes, this is an outdoor press conference.

Sure enough, after Parker finished his speech, the mayor and police chief of Orlando took the stage, stating, "With the governor personally in charge, public order will be immediately restored." "This guy is in Orlando, and the speech is being broadcast live from City Hall."

Zhou Qingfeng quickly turned on the computer in the villa and searched the Internet for the location of the city government.

The results showed that the city government was less than three kilometers away from his villa and it only took ten minutes to drive there.

If you move quickly, the target will be in front of the building before the press conference is over.

At this moment, it was as if some program in his brain was activated, and he felt extremely disgusted when he saw Ellison Parker.

"This bastard is so annoying right now. If he were allowed to live, who knows how many Chinese people would be sent to concentration camps by him."

It was a memory etched deep within his consciousness, impossible to resist or ignore.

He tried to convince himself to give up temporarily by saying that his body had not yet been fully strengthened, but his brain would feel unbearable pain.

Some blurred images seem to have traveled through time and space, constantly emerging - serious figures, low-pitched advice, ruthless admonitions
Fragments of his suffering in the concentration camp came flooding back like a tide, making it impossible for him to escape.

"I want revenge, and I'm going to act now." Zhou Qingfeng whispered to himself, as if responding to an invisible existence.

He stood up and walked to the dining table.

On the table lay an S&W revolver and a Glock 17, along with a few limited magazines and ammunition.

He skillfully put on the gun and holster, then went upstairs and took out a gray windbreaker from the closet.

He wanted to find a pair of stockings to cover his face, but there was obviously no women's clothing in the wardrobe, only a few hats.

He casually grabbed a baseball cap and put it on his head, pulling the brim down slightly to cover most of his face.

After everything was ready, Zhou Qingfeng pushed open the door of the villa, and the night wind blew in his face, bringing a hint of coolness.

He had just taken a few steps when he heard light footsteps coming from the shade of the trees on the roadside. He turned his head alertly and saw a tall figure walking out of the shadows.

It was the mixed-race girl, Harley, who had agreed to help during the day. She was wearing a tight leather jacket, and her long legs were particularly eye-catching in the moonlight. She was also carrying a black backpack.

"You're going out?" Harry asked with a sly look in his eyes. "It seems I've arrived at the perfect time."
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Harley's darker skin, coupled with the tight leather jacket she was wearing, made her almost blend into the night as she walked in the shadows.

When she saw Zhou Qingfeng, a look of joy appeared on her face. She walked over quickly and said in a low voice:
"The police came to see me and took my statement, but they didn't give me any trouble. It's just that my social media accounts have been blocked, which is a shame, as I have hundreds of thousands of followers.

Before dark, many reporters wanted to interview me and even offered to pay me for the interview, hoping that I would reveal information about you.

But don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped and won't leak any secrets. No one can follow me, I'm very careful."

While Harry was speaking, Zhou Qingfeng kept scanning the surroundings with vigilance. Before she could finish, he suddenly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Harry's head.

"Bang!" A gunshot pierced the night sky, and the bullet, carrying a stream of hot air, brushed past Harry's ear and flew towards a shadow more than ten meters away.

Before the gunshot, Harley felt a great fear gripping her chest, and she thought she was going to be killed to silence her; after the gunshot, her legs went weak and she fell helplessly to the ground.

After more than ten seconds, she barely came to her senses and turned her head tremblingly to look behind her - Zhou Qingfeng had already walked to the shadow and dragged a corpse out of the darkness.

"You...you killed someone?" Harry's voice trembled and his face was as pale as paper.

"Good news, it's not the police, nor the reporter, it's just a thug who's following you."

Zhou Qingfeng said coldly, squatting down and searching the corpse to find a new mobile phone, which was obviously stolen goods bought for free.

In order to avoid being tracked by the police through his mobile phone number, he either borrowed other people's phones or stole them, used them for a day and then threw them away.

This phone actually has no password, which is just right for him.

Harry struggled to stand up, staggered closer, looked down at the corpse, and suddenly froze, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"It's Bobby...my friend. He just came to see me on a motorcycle and said he wanted to say hello..."

"I'm sorry." Zhou Qingfeng said sorry, but his face was cold and expressionless, as if he had just stepped on an ant.

"No... no need to apologize." Harry shook his head, his voice low. "I cut off all ties with him a long time ago. Because... because he's in a gang and tried to rape me not long ago."

"You said he rode a motorcycle?" Zhou Qingfeng took out a bunch of car keys from the corpse. The keys had the "Harley" logo printed on them.

"Maybe it's parked near my house." Harry looked back in the direction he came from, looking a little dazed.

Zhou Qingfeng ignored her emotions and instead looked up at the dark night sky, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's. "I'm afraid there's more than one person following you."

"What?" Harry's eyes widened in fear. "Who else is following me?"

"You were too careless. You had no idea how to counter tracking. A small thug could follow you, and the reporter's drone could lock onto you from an altitude of 200 to 300 meters."

The emotionally indifferent Zhou Qingfeng only had the "mission" in his mind at the moment and did not care about the threat of drones.

Harry followed his gaze towards the sky. The night sky was sparse with stars and nothing could be seen.

But she felt an invisible oppression, as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at her from above.

Her heartbeat quickened, cold sweat broke out on her palms, and she couldn't help but whisper, "So...what should we do now?"

Zhou Qingfeng didn't answer directly. Instead, he turned the car keys in his hand lightly between his fingertips and looked at Harley's slender legs. "You are wearing stockings, right?"

"What?" Harry was stunned for a moment. She obviously didn't expect him to ask such a question out of the blue. She felt a little shy for some reason. "You...why are you asking this out of the blue?"

"Take it off and give it to me."

"Is it necessary now?" Harry's cheeks flushed slightly, and her voice was a little embarrassed. "I'm not refusing, but do you think it's the right time?"

"I asked you to take off your stockings." Zhou Qingfeng's voice suddenly became heavier.

Harley was intimidated by his aura, bit her lip, and finally gave in. She bent down, put her hands into her leather skirt, twisted her hips, lifted her legs, and took off her stockings.

When she handed it to Zhou Qingfeng, there was a hint of shame and anger on her face.

A few minutes later, Zhou Qingfeng, wearing a gray windbreaker and black stockings, mounted a Harley motorcycle and rushed towards the city hall building like an arrow with the engine roaring.

The night wind howled, leaves rolled to the ground, and his figure stretched out under the streetlight, like a death knight descending from the darkness, cold and resolute.

Meanwhile, Harley, who was being sent back home, stamped her feet in anger and cursed under her breath: "Asshole! You only want stockings?
I didn't refuse, I even embraced him without even saying thank you. What's the rush? A few minutes of delay isn't a big deal!

(End of this chapter)