Invasion of America

Chapter 74 No Miracles
Before the heavy truck appeared, three helicopters in the sky saw National Guard military vehicles and soldiers appearing on the road ahead.

The hosts of various media outlets cheered, believing that although their governor encountered a series of unexpected accidents, he would eventually escape the hunter's pursuit and survive.

The host and commentators were already preparing their congratulations and condemning the hunter's horrific behavior - but then the heavy truck showed up and ended Governor Ellison Parker's chances of survival.

The live broadcast seemed to freeze at this moment.

The camera was focused on the scene of the collision. After the heavy truck and the Lincoln were shattered into pieces, they stood still in the middle of the street like two stiff sculptures.

All the media hosts opened their mouths but found that they could not make any sound, as if their throats were blocked by something.

The commentator also fell into a brief silence. His originally endless analysis came to an abrupt end, and only the sound of heavy breathing came through the microphone.

The audience in front of the screen held their breath, their heartbeats seeming to synchronize with the still picture.

The rapid chase, which was originally full of tension and excitement, fell into an eerie silence due to the fierce and short collision.

No one knows what will happen next, but everyone can feel that the end of this death chase is approaching.

A few seconds later, the host finally found his voice and said with a barely concealed tremor, "Dear audience, we have just witnessed an extremely serious collision...

The Lincoln, the plane carrying Governor Alison Parker, was severely damaged. The condition of the people inside is unknown at this time, and we can only pray to God."

The commentator finally came to his senses and said, "This was obviously a carefully planned interception. The appearance of the heavy truck was definitely not accidental.

Although the Lincoln is bulletproof, the occupants are likely injured in such a violent collision... We can only wait for further news."

The audience in front of the screen stared at the scene closely, their palms oozing with sweat. How will this death chase end?
Will the fugitive escape successfully, or will the pursuer finally succeed? Everyone's heart is hanging in the air, waiting for the next second to be revealed.
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The Lincoln was traveling at over 150 kilometers per hour before the collision, like a cannonball.

With a deafening roar, it slammed into the middle of the heavy truck's body. The huge impact force caused the body to deform instantly, and the front of the car was completely embedded in the bottom of the heavy truck.

Although the Lincoln has a bulletproof body, the A-pillars were cut off like paper, the roof collapsed, and the front doors were twisted and deformed.

The explosion-proof airbags all popped out at the moment of collision, trying to cushion the impact, but it all seemed in vain.

The special agent driver was squeezed into the deformed driver's seat, blood oozing from under the shattered dashboard. He died on the spot and there was no possibility of survival.

Governor Parker and the Secret Service captain in the back seat were wearing seat belts and barely managed to survive thanks to the protection of explosion-proof airbags.

But their limbs hung limply on the seats, temporarily losing the ability to move, and even lifting a finger seemed difficult.

Zhou Qingfeng approached from behind on his Harley and stopped next to the Lincoln. He got out, walked to the severely deformed car body, and looked inside through the broken and cracked window.

The car windows were covered with spider-web-like cracks, but one could vaguely see Governor Parker and the Secret Service captain in the back seat. Although their faces were covered in blood, they were still breathing weakly - they were still alive.
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The window of the heavy truck slowly lowered, revealing a face tanned from years of hard work. He grinned at Zhou Qingfeng and said, "Boss! I'm Cervantes, your bodyguard."

Zhou Qingfeng frowned and shook his head, indicating that he had no impression.

The truck driver didn't take it seriously. He took out his phone and showed a photo of him and Zhou Qingfeng. "I understand, I understand. Father Juan said you might have lost your memory."

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the photo and still didn't respond. He turned and walked towards the two overturned military vehicles.

The car's body was covered in dents and scratches from the collision, and there was no one inside. Except for a few unlucky guys who were knocked unconscious, the rest of the soldiers fled in all directions.

They were obviously frightened by this sudden attack and feared that there would be more violent attacks to come.

As the company commander, Lieutenant Lula was originally commanding from the vehicle. He was thrown out of the vehicle in the collision and fell heavily to the ground.

He felt that he had broken at least a few ribs. He struggled for a long time before he could barely prop up his upper body and tried to call for help.

But no one at the scene came to Lula's aid. Instead, a figure wearing a black windbreaker and stockings on his head was walking towards him.

Lula instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist, but just as his hand touched the handle, the other man approached and casually kicked him.

The pistol flew out of his hand and slid to the side of the road a few meters away. Lula wanted to struggle, but found that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped over Lula's body, his eyes swept across the overturned military vehicle, and finally stopped at a large-caliber M2 heavy machine gun on the roof.

He skillfully unlocked the machine gun's locking device and carried down the heavy machine gun along with the ammunition box.

At this moment, the shrill sirens once again pierced the night sky, and several Orlando police cars rushed from all directions of the intersection, and the flashing red and blue police lights once again enhanced the police's presence.

The leading police car was extremely brave. When it saw the badly damaged Lincoln, its blood immediately boiled over and it drove the car in front of the heavy truck without hesitation.

The police officer in the passenger seat had already tightly gripped the AR-15 assault rifle in his hand, his finger on the trigger guard, his eyes full of desire to fight.

He was thinking in his mind that as soon as the car door opened, he would rush out and fight three hundred rounds with those hunters who dared to attack the American governor, and make great military achievements.

This is a major event that everyone is watching. If you show a little bravery and decisiveness, you will be widely praised afterwards - getting a promotion, a raise, and marrying a "white, rich and beautiful" woman is not just a dream.

However, before the car door was opened, the passenger's gaze froze.

A tall figure wearing a black windbreaker and a stocking mask was walking from the back of the heavy truck, holding an M2 heavy machine gun in his arms.

The black muzzle of the gun was like the eyes of the god of death, staring at them coldly.

"Back up! Back up! Back up quickly!" The police officer in the passenger seat was instantly scared out of his wits and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The police officer driving the car was also frightened to death. He threw all his bravery out of the window and hurriedly put the car in reverse gear and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The police car was like a frightened rabbit, running away just as fast as it came.

"Heavy machine gun! The hunter has a heavy machine gun! I repeat, he has a heavy machine gun!" The police officer shouted at the top of his lungs on the radio.

Several other police cars were regretting that they arrived too late and lost the right to be the first to appear. However, upon hearing the warning, they immediately turned around and rushed away from the scene.

The chance to rescue the governor was given to someone else. The initially aggressive encirclement operation suddenly turned into a ridiculous escape.

Under the watchful eyes of audiences across the United States, the performance of these police cars was described as a "textbook retreat."

The red and blue police lights flashed in the night, but they were no longer a symbol of justice, but a sign of a desperate escape.

As soon as the police car left, Zhou Qingfeng did not waste ammunition. Instead, he slowly raised the muzzle of the M2 heavy machine gun and pointed it at the sky.

In the sky, a police helicopter was circling, and the strong light of its searchlight pierced the ground like a sword, as if showing off its air superiority.

The helicopter pilot, feeling smug and confident that the ground targets couldn't do anything to him, turned pale with fear when he saw the muzzle of the heavy machine gun pointed at the searchlight. "Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!" the pilot shouted to his colleagues, jerking the joystick.

The police helicopter flew several hundred meters in one breath like a frightened bird, and only slowed down slightly after confirming that it was at a safe distance.

In comparison, the two helicopters photographed by the media appeared "extremely audacious."

They quickly rose into the air, distancing themselves from the ground, but the onboard cameras were always aimed at the ground, with the lenses tightly locked on Zhou Qingfeng's every move.

For these media professionals, nothing can attract the audience's attention and double their bank deposits more than a thrilling live broadcast.

Even at the risk of their lives, they refused to leave, vowing to record every detail of this death chase.

So in the live broadcast, all the viewers felt that the hunter's figure seemed particularly lonely and rampant in the night.

He was like a hunter in control of the situation, and everything around him - police cars, helicopters, even the fleeing National Guard - was just his prey.
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At this time, the special forces captain in the Lincoln had already woken up from the dizziness caused by the collision.

He had originally held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that reinforcements would arrive in time and that this sturdy bulletproof car would be their last bastion of life.

When he looked through the cracked car window and saw the masked hunter holding an M2 heavy machine gun and approaching him step by step, endless despair suddenly surged in his heart.

After all, a bulletproof car is not a tank. Even if it can withstand pistol and rifle bullets, it is as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of large-caliber machine gun bullets.

What's more, the enemy had brought a whole box of ammunition, enough to turn the car into a sieve. The special forces captain's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He knew that waiting any longer would only lead to death.

Driven by desperation, he took the plunge. Rather than waiting to die, he decided to take the initiative to survive.

He took a deep breath, violently pushed open the broken car door, threw his service pistol out, then raised his hands high, staggered out of the car, and shouted in a trembling voice:
"We surrender! We can be hostages! We will cooperate with all your actions and meet any of your demands! Don't kill anyone... Please don't kill anyone!"

Zhou Qingfeng did not respond, but just stared at the other party coldly. The M2 heavy machine gun in his hand had no buttstock, so he had to use his body as support after loading the gun.

He stopped about seven or eight meters away from the Lincoln, stood in a lunge position, held the machine gun firmly in both arms, and pointed the muzzle directly at the target, like an unshakable statue.

After the special forces captain got out of the car, Zhou Qingfeng's gaze passed over him and fell on the other side of the back seat.

Allison Parker was slumped in his seat, his face covered in blood from the explosion-proof airbag.

His eyes were dull, and he slowly turned his head, staring blankly at Zhou Qingfeng outside the car, and at the black muzzle of the gun, his face full of confusion.

The moment he realized that death was approaching, he murmured, "Who is this guy?"

"Salute to you, Mr. Ellison Parker. For the glory you once had."

Zhou Qingfeng ignored the special forces captain's pleas and instead whispered a final message to his target. His finger pressed the D-shaped trigger on the back of the M2 heavy machine gun.

“Boom boom boom—!”

A deafening sonic boom echoed in the street, and the muzzle of the M2 heavy machine gun spewed out a meter-long flame, like a roaring fire dragon.

The first bullet tore through the air, instantly passed through the door of the Lincoln, and directly hit Ellison Parker who was curled up inside the car.

The huge kinetic energy of the bullet tore his body into pieces, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere like an explosion, staining the seats and windows inside the car red.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the special forces captain instinctively fell to the ground, wishing he could merge into one with the earth.

High in the sky, two media helicopters captured this scene clearly.

In the camera, the hunter was standing alone in the middle of the street, holding an M2 heavy machine gun. The muzzle flame was so strong that everything around him turned into darkness.

When outsiders see this scene, they will only sigh at his ferocity and cruelty, while insiders will feel their scalps tingling and their hearts filled with shock.

"How is this possible?!" A guest commentator stared at the live broadcast screen, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"A .50 caliber machine gun bullet has a muzzle energy of over 15,000 joules! For an average person, let alone continuous fire, the recoil from a single shot is enough to break a collarbone!
How can this hunter hold up without a tripod, relying solely on his body?"

The muzzle energy of an ordinary assault rifle is only about 2 joules, while the recoil of an M heavy machine gun is five or six times that.

In military training, this type of weapon must be used stably with a tripod or vehicle mount. However, Zhou Qingfeng used his body as support and withstood this terrifying force.

This scene made all knowledgeable people feel that "physics no longer exists", and some even suspected that he was a superman in human skin.

However, only Zhou Qingfeng himself knew that even with his current level of physical strengthening, he could not withstand this level of recoil for a long time.

After three short bursts of shots, his arms felt numb, his skin ached, his chest felt stuffy, and breathing became extremely difficult, as if a huge rock was pressing down on his lungs.

But three bullets were enough.

The special forces captain was so frightened that he crawled under the car, curled up like a frightened mouse, and didn't dare to move for a long time.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced coldly inside the car, and after confirming that Ellison Parker had turned into a pile of rotten meat, he casually threw the bulky M2 heavy machine gun to the ground with a dull "bang".

The death chase is over.

Only the two media helicopters were still hovering high in the sky, their cameras closely following his back, recording this shocking scene.
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The heavy truck driver took out a box of homemade smoke bombs from the cab, lit the fuse, and threw the smoke bombs everywhere like fireworks.

Soon, thick smoke enveloped the entire hunting scene like a heavy curtain. Visibility on the streets plummeted, as if swallowed by a grayish-white mist.

The helicopter pilots in the sky tried to adjust their angles and observe the situation on the ground through the smoke, but the thick smoke was like an invisible wall, completely blocking their vision.

"You are well prepared." Zhou Qingfeng commented coldly while standing in the smoke.

The truck driver grinned, "Boss, you prepared all this yourself! Father Juan said you always prepare too much, and it turns out he was right."

Zhou Qingfeng didn't respond, turned around and walked towards his heavy-duty motorcycle, restarted it, pulled up the heavy truck driver, and quickly disappeared in the thick smoke.

When the smoke gradually dissipated, all that remained on the street were a few bullet shells, broken car parts and the crashed and twisted Lincoln.

The camera of the media helicopter was finally able to see the ground clearly, but the hunter disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

The camera was focused on the empty streets, as if waiting for some miracle to happen.

However, no miracle happened. As the police reappeared, the death chase had quietly ended as the smoke dissipated.

(End of this chapter)