Invasion of America

Chapter 71: Reloading and Riding
As night falls, more and more homeless people and gang members appear on the streets of Orlando.

The 'million-dollar reward' is just an inducement, or a call to action, to get these hot-headed guys to come out and wander around.

But the empty streets made them extremely disappointed, which was society's silent rejection of these losers.

As more and more thugs become disappointed, they will become bolder and bolder.

Initially, they made annoying roars, smashed shop windows, overturned roadside trash cans, removed car tires, poured gasoline on them and set them on fire.

Thick smoke spiraled up in the darkness like a giant snake, obscuring the originally clear starry sky.

If a few gangs of thugs come out to cause trouble, the city police can come out and intervene like a fire brigade.

But there were too many overly excited thugs tonight. There was a fire, a robbery, and smashing things.

As the commotion grows louder, even the police will be helpless. As time goes by, the streets will gradually fall into chaos and become a chaotic hell.

Broken glass reflected the burning flames, overturned trash cans lay across the middle of the road, and the burning car wreckage made crackling sounds.

Black smoke billowed out of the twisted frame, and occasional terrifying explosions occurred, like the roar of a dying monster.

The gangsters roamed around in groups of three or five, armed with sticks, chains, and even brandishing guns, with greed and madness flashing in their eyes.

The shop windows were smashed, the shelves were looted, and crushed boxes and debris were scattered on the ground.

Screams, curses, and sounds of shattering were intertwined, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning, blood, and alcohol, as if the city was burning.

Chen Rui, who was monitoring from the air, saw more and more fire spots on the ground and subconsciously controlled the "Holy Light No. 1" to get closer.

A police helicopter suddenly appeared in front of the "Holy Light No. 1", and the onboard searchlight cast a bright beam of light, leaving a dazzling spot of light on the ground.

A hateful cry came over the police radio: "Stop that crazy guy on the motorcycle, don't let him get away."
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On the chaotic city streets, the low roar of engines drowned out the noise created by the thugs, as if the sleeping master had been awakened, bringing with him a heart-pounding pressure.

A silver heavy motorcycle rushed out from the thick smoke and darkness, like a swift lightning, tearing through the chaotic night sky.

The wheels are rolling, the phantoms are traveling at night, and the wind is speeding.

More than 120 horsepower drives a vehicle weighing more than 300 kilograms. The power is strong and powerful, like a wild giant wolf, unstoppable.

The rider on the motorcycle was wearing a gray windbreaker and black stockings to cover his face. He rushed towards the street roadblocks set up by the police at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour without hesitation.

Roadblocks are temporary measures used by police to control the situation when they are short-staffed, and usually no one dares to break through - because the police will ruthlessly empty the magazines of any provocateurs.

Because of this, the police officers who were blocking the road never thought that someone would dare to rush over so brazenly. When they heard the rumbling sound of the engine, the silver Harley approached like an assassin.

With a bang, the motorcycle body suddenly lifted up and ran over the newly laid roadblock spikes.

The explosion-proof tire was punctured by a sharp spike, but it was unharmed, and the heavily loaded motorcycle continued to sprint forward at an astonishing speed.

The police behind the roadblock realized that something was wrong and immediately drew their guns and aimed, trying to stop the daring rider.

However, the rider on the motorcycle controlled the handlebars with one hand and quickly took out a Glock 17 with the other hand and fired first.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A series of gunshots rang out, and bullets poured out like raindrops - at this time, only the strongest hand-eye coordination ability could control the direction of the muzzle.

The police were suppressed by the firepower and could only hide behind the police car in embarrassment, watching the heavy motorcycle bounce up and ride onto the police car like a battering ram.

The front wheel of the motorcycle rolled over the hood of the police car, smashing the front windshield, and then crushed the roof with a loud bang, leaving a mess.

After waiting for the motorcycle to rush past, the exasperated police officers leaned out from behind the police car, gritting their teeth and thinking: "I'm going to beat your back!"

But before they could raise their guns, the rider used his amazing sense of balance to control the motorcycle to continue speeding at high speed, turned around, and fired another wave of bullets at the police who showed up.

The advantages of the large-capacity magazine are fully demonstrated at this moment, and the firepower is extremely sustained.

Bang bang bang gunshots rang out again, the tires burst, the lights went out, and the car windows shattered all over the ground.

The policemen behind the roadblock had to crouch down again, and only when they heard the sound of the motorcycle engine fade away did they look out in amazement.

After a while, the police came to their senses, grabbed the radio in frustration, and angrily called for support:
"Helicopter! Send a helicopter to Thirteenth Street immediately to chase a heavy motorcycle fleeing towards the city center!"

The silver Harley had long since disappeared at the end of the street, even the low roar of its engine had vanished without a trace.
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The wind howled, the engine roared, the earth trembled, and Zhou Qingfeng rode on a Harley motorcycle with high spirits.

He gripped the handlebars tightly with one hand, steering the giant mechanical wolf through the chaotic streets, while his other hand skillfully ejected the empty magazine from the Glock 17.

He clamped the pistol between his legs, and with the support of his thighs, he took out a new magazine full of bullets from his waist and pushed it steadily into the pistol.

With a crisp "click", the bolt reset itself, and the sound of metal collision was particularly clear amid the roar of the engine.

This modified heavy-duty Harley is really eye-catching.

The silver car body reflected a cold and dazzling light under the flames burning on the street.

The rough guard plates added on both sides of the car body are full of scratches and dents left by battle, revealing an undisguised wildness.

The roar of the engine is deafening, not only making people's blood boil, but also inevitably attracting hostile gazes from people on both sides of the road.

Those predators hiding in the shadows, ready to strike, have long regarded this motorcycle and its rider as prey.

Just when Zhou Qingfeng finished loading, a skinny figure suddenly jumped out from the dilapidated street ahead.

He was a gangster with a ferocious face, swinging a heavy iron chain in his hand. The chain drew a sharp arc in the air and came towards him with a whistling sound.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced slightly, and the trajectory of the chain was clearly visible in his eyes.

He did not choose to dodge, but just twisted the handlebars slightly, turning the heavy motorcycle slightly and rushing towards the skinny gangster.

The rough but solid shield at the front of the motorcycle hit the gangster's waist hard.

The car shield was made of two thick spring steel plates welded together and fixed to the engine frame at a 60-degree angle. The edges were not even polished, giving it a primitive and fierce look.

This thing was originally designed to deal with these kinds of scum that block the road.

A dull crash was heard, and the skinny gangster didn't even have time to scream. His whole body flew into the air like a rag doll caught in the wind.

The body rolled in mid-air, blood gushing out of the mouth, the blood droplets flashing a dazzling scarlet in the firelight, and then fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

This collision was like stirring up a hornet's nest.

The roar of the heavy motorcycle completely ignited the rioting crowd on the street, anger and greed intertwined in their eyes. They didn't see Zhou Qingfeng's ferocious attack, only saw a valuable heavy motorcycle approaching.

In this chaotic and dark world, this motorcycle is so cool, so dazzling and so attractive.

There was a crazy gleam in the eyes of the thugs. They pushed and roared, stumbling forward like a group of bloodthirsty zombies.

Some people pulled out guns, some brandished iron bars and machetes, and a few guys worked together to push a freezer from an abandoned shop to the middle of the street, trying to block Zhou Qingfeng's way.

However, Harley's speed was astonishing, like a nimble fish, weaving freely among the cluttered roadblocks.

Most of the thugs had no time to react. They only heard the roar of the engine passing by their ears and caught a glimpse of a black shadow wrapped in a strong wind that flashed by.

Zhou Qingfeng had no intention of wasting time on these scum along the way. He glanced at the mobile phone stuck in the front of the car. On the electronic map, the icon of the city hall building was already within reach.

Just then, a gun-wielding thug caught his attention.

The guy was standing on the street corner, clutching a modified shotgun with a shortened stock and an unusually wide trigger guard.

At first glance, it's a lever-action shotgun that can be operated with one hand and is designed for showing off.

But this gun is powerful, has area damage, and has a considerable rate of fire, making it suitable for combat while riding.

Zhou Qingfeng waited for the thug to rush over without saying a word, then aimed at his chest and shot him.

He took advantage of the situation to slow down and approach, leaned over, grabbed the shotgun, and put it into the storage compartment on the side of the motorcycle. He also pulled off the ammunition belt from the thug's waist and hung it on his body.

This momentary pause gave the surrounding thugs an opportunity to rush out from the shadows.

Most of them were high on drugs, their eyes bloodshot, pupils dilated, and faces etched with twisted, hideous grins. The drugs inflamed their nerves, leaving their minds filled with extreme excitement and frenzy, fearless and unafraid.

A big guy dug out a rusty crowbar from some abandoned corner. It was as thick as his arm. He swung it with a low sound of wind and smashed it down hard on Zhou Qingfeng's head.

Another thin thug grabbed a fire extinguisher from the smashed shop, held it in both hands, staggered from the side, and tried to hit the motorcycle with the heavy object.

There was also a guy who simply rushed forward with bare hands, roaring incoherently, like a demon, trying to pull Zhou Qingfeng off the Harley.

Zhou Qingfeng pushed the accelerator and squeezed the brakes at the same time. The engine let out a deafening roar. The rear wheels scraped at high speed on the broken road, emitting a pungent smell of burning and billowing white smoke.

The heavy Harley's body swung suddenly, like an angry bull swinging its tail, and slammed into the big guy wielding the crowbar with huge inertia.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the strong man was knocked flying with his crowbar. The crowbar slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound when it hit the ground.

As for the thin man holding the fire extinguisher, he had very little strength and his movements were clumsy. The fire extinguisher he threw out didn't even touch the edge of the motorcycle. It hit the road in vain and posed no threat at all.

But the man who rushed over empty-handed actually had long hair - Zhou Qingfeng leaned over and grabbed the long hair, twisting his wrist as if he was grabbing the reins of a bad horse.

Then he released the brakes, and the heavily loaded Harley rushed forward like a beast that had lost its chains, its engine roaring, with an unstoppable and violent momentum.

On the chaotic streets, the roar of engines resounded through the night sky, accompanied by an extremely shrill scream.

The long-haired thug was grabbed by the hair by Zhou Qingfeng and dragged by the motorcycle, rolling and sliding on the ground.

His body kept hitting the gravel, iron sheets and scattered garbage on the roadside, his clothes were torn and his skin was rubbed with bloody marks.

A shocking bloody trail was left along the way, and the scarlet bloodstains gleamed with a strange luster under the firelight.

He was still struggling at first, waving his arms to try to grab something, but after a few seconds, his screams gradually faded.

When the cold-blooded Zhou Qingfeng abandoned him, all that was left of him was a body that had been dragged beyond recognition.

The thugs on both sides of the street were slightly frightened for a moment and terrified.
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The engine was freed, and the heavily loaded Harley accelerated again, with its huge inertia and weight, it slammed through all obstacles in front of it.

At the same time, the sky became lively.

The sound of a police helicopter's propellers cut through the night sky, and the powerful searchlight beneath the fuselage was like a white sword, locking onto the heavily armored Harley Davidson that was charging recklessly below.

The beam of light swept across the ground, reflecting the dancing flames on the silver body of the motorcycle.

Following closely behind were two media helicopters, like vultures smelling blood, their onboard cameras fixed firmly on the chaos on the ground.

Chen Rui's "Holy Light No. 1" did not dare to show up easily, so he could only increase his altitude and stare at the ground with a high-definition camera.

The blood on the ground and the camera chasing in the sky provided a feast for the media.

The riots in Orlando have long been a hot topic of global concern, and at this moment, the sudden appearance of heavy-duty motorcycles has undoubtedly pushed the chaos to a climax.

The live broadcast was transmitted to all parts of the world via satellite signals. The host in the studio spoke in an excited tone and the commentators expressed exaggerated opinions.

The audience in front of the screen stared with amazement at the Harley that was hurtling through the flames and smoke, and at the rider who was fighting single-handedly against the police and thugs.

Adrenaline surges with every second of scene switching.

"Oh my God! This is simply a Hollywood blockbuster!" A host almost jumped up from his seat, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"This motorcycle, this rider, he is destined to become a city legend!" The commentator quickly responded with undisguised admiration in his tone.

"This isn't just any guy, this is a well-trained guy! I bet he has a story!"

The studio was in an uproar, the phone hotline was flooded with calls from the audience, and the discussion about the "mysterious Harley rider" on social media spread like wildfire.

The ratings curve soared straight up as if it had taken off a rocket. The heads of major news stations were grinning from ear to ear. The traffic brought by this live broadcast was simply a gold mine dropped from the sky.

However, to Zhou Qingfeng, the searchlights and cameras in the sky were nothing but background noise.

The howling of the mob, the roar of the helicopter, and even the sirens in the distance could not shake him in the slightest.

At this moment, in front of City Hall, the open-air press conference was about to end. Governor Ellison Parker answered the final question.

"I repeat, the 'Holy Light' president is not in Orlando, and the current chaos is simply caused by the proliferation of AI videos.

We have the most powerful law enforcement in the world, and any criminal will be intimidated. America remains a city on a hill, untouchable."

There was a burst of cheers at the scene, but they were quickly drowned out by the sound of the helicopter propellers approaching rapidly.

(End of this chapter)