Invasion of America

Chapter 73: Good Luck

On the TV screen, the live footage of the Orlando riots was like a violent visual feast, with the camera switching at a breathtaking pace.

Streets leaping with flames, burning trash cans, the roar of helicopters, the howling of thugs, and the figure riding a heavily armored Harley rushing around.

For viewers thousands of miles away, this was undoubtedly a thrilling and entertaining experience, with social media filled with jokes like "Florida doesn't support idlers."

But for residents of downtown Orlando, this "fun" is terrifying, like a sharp knife hanging over their heads.

Harry sat on the old sofa in the living room, the fluorescent light of the TV reflected on her tense face, casting flickering light and shadows.

The doors and windows of the house had already been closed, the heavy curtains were drawn tightly, and the door locks had been checked repeatedly.

But she knew in her heart that if a thug broke in, she and her elderly grandmother would have no power to resist.

From the very beginning, Harry firmly opposed Zhou Qingfeng's self-destructive adventure.

As soon as it got dark, the streets began to become chaotic.

She took a considerable risk to go to Zhou Qingfeng's hiding place, just hoping to keep an eye on the boy and prevent him from doing anything sudden.

However, the guy took away Harley's original stockings and ran away on a heavy motorcycle.

Before leaving, Harley asked him what he was going to do. He simply replied, "You'll find out soon enough."

Now, the live TV footage gives the answer.

Zhou Qingfeng, riding a silver Harley, was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, rushing through the chaotic streets as if he were in an empty space.

"Oh my god..." Harry muttered to himself. Her heart was beating like a drum, and she was filled with anger, worry, and inexplicable shock.

On TV, the host's voice was so excited that it broke: "He rushed into the city hall building, our governor is in danger!"

At this moment, the phone in the living room rang. Harry's grandmother picked up the phone and said "Hello", then her face became extremely serious.

"Grandma, who's calling?"

"Your great uncle is coming over."

"Who?"

"His name is Juan, and he's here to see you."
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Five minutes later, a rapid knock on the door broke the tense silence in Harry's home. Four or five unusual men came to the door, and the leader was a bit older.

Normally, Harley would never open the door. She would just hold a .38 caliber pistol tightly and shoot without hesitation at anyone who dared to come in.

But Grandma Harry gestured for her to stay calm, lifted the curtains beside the door, took a few looks, and then opened the door.

The person who came was the mechanic of the test farm, the Mexican leader under Zhou Qingfeng, old Juan, with rough skin and a weather-beaten face.

He wore a faded denim jacket that concealed a pistol at his waist.

As soon as the door opened, he strode into the house, opened his arms and gave Harley's grandmother a warm hug on the cheek.

The room was then filled with a faint smell of tobacco and engine oil, and it was obvious that he had just come from some dusty place.

"Oh, old sister, long time no see!" Juan grinned, revealing a row of uneven teeth, and his tone was full of the cordiality of reunion after a long separation.

Harry's grandmother patted him on the back, a warm smile on her wrinkled face: "Juan, you are still the same, you have never changed."

During the greetings, Juan turned his gaze to Harley, who was standing beside him, and looked her up and down. "That's Harley, right? She's grown up so much! I remember the last time I saw her, she was still a shy little girl."

"Children grow up so fast, she's almost forgotten about you." Grandma turned and walked towards the kitchen. "In the blink of an eye, they've grown up, their wings have hardened, and they're ready to fly out and create their own world."

She brought a pot of freshly brewed coffee, with steam rising from it. Next to it was a plate of freshly baked corn cakes, with a fragrant aroma. She wanted to use this warmth to dilute the tense atmosphere in the room.

But Juan obviously had no intention of enjoying this leisure. He waved his hand to decline the invitation to sit down and drink coffee, his face darkened, and he went straight to the point.

"Harley, I watched the videos you posted online. That Holy Light CEO is my boss and the lifeblood of our family.

The damn US government has listed him as a wanted criminal, I must rescue him.

I know you definitely didn't tell the truth to the police, now I need you to tell me, where is the boss?"

Harry was stunned, not knowing how to answer, and looked at his grandmother blankly.

Her grandmother nodded, "Harley, this is truly your great uncle Juan. He's family and he wouldn't hurt you."

Harry hummed subconsciously, his eyes drifting to the TV. On the screen, the station was looping footage of Zhou Qingfeng's crazy behavior on the street.

The silver Harley was like a roaring beast, rolling through the riotous streets, and the roar of the engine shook the camera.

Juan followed the girl’s gaze and instantly understood, sighing softly, “Wow, our boss is really ruthless.

If there's a grudge, take it straight away. If you find the enemy right in front of you, kill them without a word. I hope my arrangements are still in time."

Soon, the information obtained by Old Juan was spread to the ears of all personnel participating in the "rescue" operation tonight through code words and encrypted communications.
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At this moment, Governor Ellison Parker was being roughly pushed toward the back of the building by the Secret Service like a serious criminal.

The civilian staff in the building were already in chaos, screaming one after another. They looked around blankly, trying to find the answer from each other's eyes - what exactly happened outside?
The governor's suit was disheveled, his tie askew, and his leather shoes made a harsh sound as they scraped against the ground.

The special forces ignored all etiquette and rushed forward desperately. The governor's body was dragged from time to time, and his ankles hit the ground.

The special forces captain remained calm. While leading the evacuation, he shouted orders into the radio, "Drive the bulletproof car to the back door immediately! We'll be there soon!"
Leave two people behind to intercept and make sure to stop the assassin from getting close!
Contact the Orlando Police—no, contact the National Guard! I know they have a team nearby, request backup immediately!

The Orlando City Hall building is not very big, and the corridor from the side door to the back door is only a few dozen meters long.

On normal days, this distance would take no more than half a minute to walk, but at this moment it seemed extremely long.

Every second seemed to be stretched out, and the air was filled with tension, as if even breathing became heavy.

The special service driver in charge reacted quickly and drove the car across the lawn to the back door of the building almost at the same time as the special service captain gave the order.

As long as Governor Parker is safely in the car, the special forces team's mission will be half completed.

As for the assassin on the motorcycle - capturing or killing him was not the SWAT team's top priority.

As the two special forces soldiers escorted the governor towards the car door, they raised their guns and looked back, their eyes as sharp as hawks, scanning the movements behind them.

If the assassin dared to pursue them, they would show no mercy. The bullets were already loaded and they were just waiting to pull the trigger.

However, just when Governor Parker was only a few steps away from the car door, there was a deafening sound of shattering from the window of the back door of the building.

Shards of glass rained down like raindrops, illuminating the night light with a blinding cold gleam. Then, a streak of silver lightning shot out from the shattered window—it was the Harley-Davidson!
The assassin in the car was wearing a gray windbreaker, and his face was clearly covered by stockings, but when the special forces captain looked at him, his eyes were as cold as a blade.

The captain immediately aimed the rifle in his hand at the flying heavy motorcycle, pulled the trigger first, and the bullet whizzed out.

However, the motorcycle was moving too fast, and the assassin turned sideways, and the bullet flew past his shoulder, leaving only a few hot air currents in the air.

In this gap of time, the governor was suddenly pushed into the car by the Secret Service. Before the door was closed, the driver stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out like an arrow.

The assassin did not stop. After landing, the Harley motorcycle made a sharp turn, and the tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp scream. Then he chased after him like a ghost.

The two special forces opened fire with their rifles, following the trail of the motorcycle. However, the assassin's speed and judgment were beyond their expectations.

After landing, the Harley motorcycle ran to the other side of the bulletproof car and used the car body to avoid the shooting of the special forces.

When the car carrying the governor started moving, Zhou Qingfeng, who was on the motorcycle, lay on the body of the car and moved forward together. In the blink of an eye, they had rushed dozens of meters.

Hiding behind the translucent bulletproof windows, Ellison Parker was still terrified. He looked up from his perch, only to see the ferocious figure outside staring coldly at him.

"Who is this guy?" The governor took a few breaths, finally regaining some of the momentum of an American frontier official, and then shouted loudly.

"No matter who it is, he will be helpless." The special forces captain followed the governor and took a deep breath.

It was so dangerous just now. I was almost caught up by this guy.

"Our car windows and tires are explosion-proof, which is enough to hold out until help arrives. We will just have to chase him around."

Before the captain finished speaking, a shrill siren sounded behind the bulletproof car, and four or five police cars from the Orlando Police Department chased after them in a rage.

If something were to happen to the governor within their jurisdiction, all city officials would be subject to investigation, or at least dismissed for "loss of leadership confidence."
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While driving at lightning speed, Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the rearview mirror, which reflected the frantic pursuit of the Orlando police.

Police forces across the city were mobilized, the command center tried every possible means, and police cars poured in from all directions like a tide.

The propellers of the helicopters in the air roared incessantly, and the searchlights were fixed on the ground, as if a giant falcon was circling overhead, guiding the pursuit.

The sirens were piercing and red and blue police lights were flashing on the street.

The police car's loudspeaker repeatedly shouted at the top of its lungs: "Listen, people up ahead, you're surrounded! Stop and surrender immediately!"

Zhou Qingfeng just felt it was too noisy. He controlled the motorcycle with one hand and quickly pulled out a sawed-off shotgun from the storage compartment with the other hand. He aimed at the windshield of a police car that was chasing him from behind and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, shotgun shells poured out like a rainstorm, instantly riddling the windshield of the police car with holes, and spider-web-like cracks quickly spread.

The moment he saw the muzzle of the gun, the policeman driving the police car hurriedly lowered his head to avoid it, twisted the steering wheel suddenly, and the car lost control and hit the electric pole on the side of the road.

Amidst the harsh sound of metal collision, thick smoke billowed out of the police car and it was completely paralyzed on the side of the road.

The fall of one police car did not stop the pursuit. The police cars behind were like wolves, chasing them closely, and two police cars rushed up side by side.

The police officer in the passenger seat was obviously furious. He lowered the window, leaned out half of his body, and pointed the rifle in his hand at the rear of Zhou Qingfeng's car, trying to fight back.

Zhou Qingfeng turned the shotgun in his palm, the lever-action bolt made a crisp "click" sound, the shell was ejected, and a new bullet was loaded.

Then five shotgun shells were fired like a torrential rain - the gun rotated once with each shot.

Five gunshots rang out continuously. The hood of a police car was hit and thick smoke rose instantly. The tire of another police car was blown out, and the car body flipped out of control and lay across the road.

The streets were in a mess, with the wreckage and debris of police cars scattered all over the ground, and the smell of burnt tires mixed with gasoline filled the air.

The shrill sirens still echoed in the distance, but the momentum of the pursuit had clearly weakened, like a brief calm after a storm.

Inside the bulletproof car, Governor Ellison Parker and the Secret Service captain could see the chaos behind them through the bulletproof glass.

The hunter was clearly surrounded, yet he kept pursuing. What was he chasing? Was he truly not afraid of death?
This almost crazy persistence made the two of them feel an inexplicable chill in their hearts, as if they were being stared at by a bloodthirsty beast, and no matter how they fled, they could not escape its shadow.

At this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the radio in the car, followed by a steady male voice:

"This is Lieutenant Lula of the National Guard's *** Infantry Regiment. My company has been ordered to deploy near Ninth Avenue. Please give me your instructions."

This sound was like the sound of nature. The governor practically rushed to the intercom, grabbing it in his hand, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:
"I'm Florida Governor Ellison Parker! We're heading towards Ninth Avenue and have been attacked by terrorists. We're being chased by hunters! Come and protect me immediately!"

On the other end of the radio, Lieutenant Lula was stunned. He had just routinely reported his location on the public channel, but he didn't expect the reply to come from the governor himself.

The Secret Service captain took the intercom and explained the situation briefly and quickly: "The governor's car is a modified bulletproof Lincoln, and there is a heavy motorcycle chasing him closely.

We are about to pass Ninth Avenue. Please intercept the motorcycle after the Governor passes and make sure he doesn't get close."

"Understood." Lieutenant Lula responded in a deep voice. His company had already deployed defenses at more than a dozen intersections on Ninth Street, blocking traffic. Anyone trying to pass through would be subject to strict inspection.

He quickly confirmed the governor's route on the map and personally led a squad of soldiers to guard the most critical intersection.

Two military troop transport vehicles were placed across the middle of the road, leaving only a gap one vehicle wide to ensure that the governor's bulletproof Lincoln could pass smoothly.

The soldiers used vehicles as cover, holding military automatic weapons, with solemn expressions, ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

In less than half a minute, a luxury bulletproof Lincoln appeared at the end of the road. The body of the car was covered with bullet holes and scratches, obviously having experienced a fierce chase.

Not far behind the Lincoln, a silver Harley motorcycle was chasing it like a ghost, and the roar of its engine was particularly harsh in the empty street.

"Let Lincoln pass and stop the motorcycle behind!" Lieutenant Lula ordered loudly.

The soldiers moved quickly, and two military vehicles moved slowly, ready to completely block the intersection after Lincoln passed.

However, just as Lincoln was about to cross the intersection, something strange happened!

At the other end of the street, a heavy truck carrying twenty to thirty tons suddenly rushed out, like an out-of-control steel behemoth, rushing towards us at an astonishing speed.

Its headlights pierced the dim street, and the roar of its engine was deafening.

"Scatter! Scatter quickly!" Lieutenant Lula shouted at the top of his lungs, but it was too late.

The heavy truck slammed into the middle of the military vehicles blocking the road, the immense force flipping the vehicle over, sending debris flying everywhere. A dozen soldiers were thrown to the ground, their screams echoing.

Some people were thrown several meters away, some were crushed under the car, and the scene fell into chaos in an instant.

At the moment of the collision, Lieutenant Lula was thrown out of the military vehicle. When he fell to the ground, his internal organs were displaced and he was unable to move.

The heavy truck, after impact, lay across the road, cutting off the Lincoln's escape route. The Secret Service driver, despite slowing down and braking, still crashed into it.

(End of this chapter)