Invasion of America

Chapter 76 Cutting
Miami Police Department, inside the interrogation room.

Under the glaring fluorescent light, Selina sat on a cold metal chair, her face pale, her eyes dull, and beads of sweat oozing from her forehead.

The two police officers opposite her took turns asking questions. The questions were simple but endless, as if they wanted to drain every bit of her energy.

"What is your relationship with the suspect Victor?"

"When was the last time you met?"

"Do you know where he is now?"

Selina's lips trembled slightly, her voice hoarse and weak: "I...I don't know. I really don't know..."

What I thought was at least a routine inquiry now lasted for several hours.

The girl's energy and physical strength were almost reaching the limit. Her eyes became red and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she sobbed softly.

Behind the one-way glass of the interrogation room, Carl Vincent, director of the FBI's Miami branch, was watching all this coldly.

Monica was nearby, looking quite relaxed. She said frivolously, "This girl is Victor's darling. If we arrest her, we'll definitely lure that guy over."

Upon hearing this, Director Vincent's brows furrowed even more. He turned his head and glanced coldly at Monica, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

If this woman hadn't been a special agent parachuted in from Washington, he would have kicked her out of his territory long ago.

At this moment, he could no longer contain his anger and responded coldly: “Selina is not involved in the case, she is just a friend of the suspect.

At most, I'm asking her to cooperate with the investigation, rather than interrogating her like a criminal. She's been questioned by your people for six hours straight, and I think it's time to end it."

Monica felt offended by this, and her face darkened instantly. She sneered, "Mr. Director, I heard Victor saved you. You're not going to let him off the hook, are you?"

Director Vincent let out a low electronic sound from his throat and looked directly at Monica without fear. "My duty is to uphold the law, not to be told what to do by an outsider like you."

Monica was enraged by his attitude and shouted with a sullen face, "Mr. Director, do you understand the consequences of not catching the murderer who hunted Governor Ellison Parker?"

Director Vincent was even more disdainful. "Relying on your method is a waste of time. You will never catch the murderer."

A few minutes later, Selina was led out of the interrogation room. Her steps were unsteady, her eyes were empty, like a walking corpse.

Congers and Julia were also released. The family hugged each other and comforted each other as they left the police station and Miami.

Monica stood in the shadows outside the police station, her face grim and gloomy. Her fingers were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

Jaeger, who used to be Zhou Qingfeng’s bodyguard, approached her quietly and whispered, “Ms. Monica, a guy named Stock contacted us.

He said he had a video shot by a drone that was enough to prove that Victor was the murderer who hunted down the governor.

In addition, a large number of Mexicans from the test farm appeared in Orlando, and there is evidence that Victor is still trapped near Orlando and has not been able to leave. However, the specific location is unclear.

Mentioning Zhou Qingfeng's name, Monica could hardly hide her resentment, "I hate that kid Victor.

He is rich and bold, and even dares to kill the governor, but he refuses to bow to me and refuses to kneel down to lick my boots.

In my world, everyone submits to me, except that kid who is too unruly, like a thorn in my eye.

I want to destroy him and everything around him. For example, I will not let any of the stupid women he likes go unpunished."

Jaeger didn’t comment much, but continued to whisper, “Diaz said that Victor is no longer of much value and can be made into a final cut.

If we can lure him out and capture him, it would save us a lot of trouble."

Monica asked, "What does this Stock you mentioned want?"

"He wants a million-dollar reward."

Monica laughed heartily and said sarcastically in a somewhat crazy tone, "One million dollars? No problem, promise him.

But first he has to help us find Victor, and then we'll see if he survives and gets the money."
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A small town bar near Orlando.

Soon after nightfall, drunkards and tourists came in an endless stream to get drunk.

Old Juan placed Zhou Qingfeng in a single-family house in town. The two parties agreed to change locations every 24 hours, and the meeting point would be this bar, where someone would come to pick him up.

Zhou Qingfeng regretted entering the bar the moment he entered. The resident singer had a hoarse voice, the heavy metal music was confusing, and the waiters serving drinks were all burly, burly women.

The atmosphere here is extremely foul. Not only is it not transparent, it is also noisy and smelly, and too turbid.

Harry came in with Zhou Qingfeng, but was particularly curious and excited about the messy atmosphere of the bar.

In the bar, mixed-race girls with long legs are the most popular.

In less than a minute, a sturdy man came over with a wine glass, threw a pair of Harley keys on the table, and sat down with a majestic posture, looking particularly heroic.

The TV in the bar was broadcasting news that after Governor Ellison Parker died, the Secretary of State took over, and the police and FBI would increase their efforts to catch the murderer.

The Harley man gave the TV screen a mysterious smile, raised his glass, and sighed, "Those idiots will never catch me."

Harley was shaking her body to the heavy metal music. She had sneaked in tonight and found everything interesting.

But after hearing what the Harley man said, the girl still stared wide-eyed and thought, "Arrest you? Are you implying that you killed the governor?
"Who else could you brag about this to? Why did you have to say it in front of Victor? Are you trying to seduce me?"

Harry's eyes lit up and she thought it was very funny.

The man sitting down saw the young girl looking at him, thinking that she had taken the bait, so he smiled nonchalantly and took out cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket.

Zhou Qingfeng was watching the stripper shaking her butt at the bar, but he felt disgusted after watching for a while. She had sagging breasts, thick legs and a sagging butt, and her figure was far inferior to that of Harley.

If he saw someone trying to show off in front of him, he would warn them bluntly: "Don't smoke in front of me."

The bar was dimly lit. The man looked at Zhou Qingfeng with contempt, but he didn't recognize him as a wanted criminal. He only recognized him as a young Asian man.

Looking at the drinks on the table, he sneered: "Boy, are you still not weaned? The bar is not a place for you to hang out. You know me..."

Zhou Qingfeng, who had a cold mind, didn't want to waste time talking. He casually grabbed the other person's hair on the forehead and knocked it hard against the hardwood table, hitting the other person's plastic lighter.

The lighter broke and exploded on the spot, like a powerful brain bomb, leaving the man dizzy and holding his forehead. The noise was quite loud, but no one paid any attention to it in the noisy environment of the bar.

But the bar is full of braggarts. After one is driven away, another one soon comes in, and their routine is almost exactly the same. They all grab a motorcycle key and throw it on the table, trying to chat up Harley.

The more reserved ones would first make up a melancholic story and lay the groundwork, but most alcoholics are very direct.
He came up and said that he was the "hunting maniac" and "Ghost Rider" from last night, and killed the Governor of Florida in front of the entire American audience.

This way of bragging is to see who is more shameless, who has better eloquence, and who can speak more eloquently. As long as he can make the woman he likes happy, it means "giving the big head to the small head" to gain benefits.

After a few drinks, those who are patient will drive to find a hotel, while those who are impatient will simply go to the bathroom in the bar.

At the beginning, one or two people were bragging, and Harry laughed and thought it was funny, but after listening to it for a while, he just felt that the drunkards in the bar really had poor cultural quality and could not make up anything fancy.

Especially with Zhou Qingfeng, the 'real Ghost Rider', present, no matter how others brag, their words seem particularly pale.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't treat these people who came to chat up with him kindly, either shouting at them, chasing them away, or even physically punishing them. But he couldn't leave because the person Lao Juan had arranged to meet him hadn't arrived yet.
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At this moment, a thin man with a mustache suddenly sat down at the table. His eyes were as cold as a knife, staring straight at Harry.

Harry was originally nestling in Zhou Qingfeng's arms, snuggling intimately and enjoying the rare warmth.

"Harley, don't pretend you don't know your father." The man's voice was low and hoarse.

Zhou Qingfeng immediately noticed Hali's reaction. Her body suddenly tightened as if she had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and she became extremely excited on the spot.

The bearded man ignored Harry's reaction and turned his gaze to Zhou Qingfeng, asking bluntly, "Boy, how much are you going to spend to marry my daughter?"

"Daughter?" Harley suddenly raised her head from Zhou Qingfeng's arms, anger burning in her eyes. "I'm not your daughter! I've never had a father who was addicted to alcohol, gambling, and drugs! You don't deserve it!"

The bearded man sneered, seemingly unfazed by Harry's anger. His gaze remained fixed on Zhou Qingfeng, his tone tinged with threats and greed:
"Boy, I know who you are, and I know you are worth a lot of money, more than a billion dollars.

I also know that the police are looking for you everywhere, the government has offered a million-dollar reward, and now there are a lot of bounty hunters looking for you."

As he spoke, he pulled out a worn-out cell phone from his pocket, and the screen displayed a few photos that were still circulating.

The photo includes a frontal photo of Zhou Qingfeng, an investigation warrant issued by the state government before he left the test farm, and a scene of him robbing the "blood collection center."

It's just that this news is a bit outdated.

The bearded man smiled smugly, as if he had already defeated Zhou Qingfeng. He rubbed his palms and said jokingly:

"I've learned everything I can about this. It was Old Juan who was helping to protect you. But you've ruined my daughter's life, so you deserve some compensation.

I don't ask for much, just give me $10 million and Harley is yours. How about this deal, isn't it?"

Harry stared at his father as if he were a fool, and almost couldn't help but grab the bottle of wine on the table and smash it at him.

She sneered in her heart: The last person who tried to blackmail Victor was Ellison Parker, a governor who is now in the morgue.

The bearded man continued to speak to himself, "Baby, you're worth it. Even if you're not, the CEO is."

At this point, he added a warning, "Also, I've been watching you for a long time. Don't try to kill me. I have accomplices watching me.

My companions immediately called the police if anyone dared to attack me. Think carefully about whether money or your life is more important.

Give me the money and I'll leave right away."

The noise from the bar still echoed in his ears, but Zhou Qingfeng felt a tense atmosphere. He stared at the bearded man for a few seconds, then slowly extended his hand.
"What do you want to do?" The 'bearded man' didn't understand Zhou Qingfeng's actions and had to dodge backwards. "I'm warning you, I really have a companion watching you."

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the bearded man's hair, held on tightly, and slammed him hard against the hardwood tabletop. With a loud bang, the man fainted on the spot, and his body fell over and slid to the ground.

Harry was shocked when he saw his father being beaten, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had just fainted. He said calmly:
"Let's go. Don't bother with him. My father is very selfish and has never had many companions. He is trying to scare us. Father Juan's people will call us when they come."

Zhou Qingfeng also felt bored and got up and left the bar.

But Harley made a wrong judgment this time. Not long after they left, the bearded man's phone rang.
The night in the small town was as dark as ink, with sparse stars. Two young people snuggled up to each other and walked slowly along the road, wandering around the bar.

Harley lowered her head and recounted her experiences from childhood to adulthood - a little girl who depended on her grandmother after her family broke up.

Zhou Qingfeng listened quietly, occasionally hugging the girl beside him tightly with a touch of pity. The two walked side by side, their footsteps particularly clear in the silent night.

After walking about two or three hundred meters, a dazzling light suddenly appeared behind the road, accompanied by the roar of a motorcycle engine.

A Harley-Davidson motorcycle sped towards the bar, its headlights piercing the tranquility of the night. The rider was the same "knight" Zhou Qingfeng had headbutted with his lighter.

He chased after them aggressively, his motorcycle lights shining directly on the seemingly lonely "young couple" on the side of the road.

After stopping, he suddenly pulled out a baseball bat from the motorcycle's storage compartment, pointed at Zhou Qingfeng and cursed:
"Asshole, do you know who I am? How dare you smash the table with my head? I must teach you a lesson now!"

Zhou Qingfeng pulled Harley behind him, away from the glaring motorcycle lights. His voice was calm and low, "I'm not in a bad mood right now. You have half a minute to get out of my sight."

"Disappear? I'm going to beat you until you kneel down and beg for mercy!" The 'Harley Rider' waved a baseball bat, approaching aggressively, and was about to swing it at Zhou Qingfeng's head.

But in just a moment, the roar of the engine came again from the direction of the bar, and several thicker, larger and brighter beams of headlights swept across, illuminating the entire road like daylight.

The 'Harley Rider' was blinded by the sudden bright light and turned around hastily, but could only see a blinding white light.

"Damn it, what happened? Who did you offend?" The 'knight' suddenly panicked, and the baseball bat in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

He hurried back to his motorcycle, starting the engine while cursing over his shoulder: "Kid, there must be someone more ferocious coming to take care of you. You're dead!"

Before he could finish his words, the Harley motorcycle roared out and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a burst of exhaust and a few fading engine sounds.

Zhou Qingfeng stood there, covering his nose with his hands, expressing his dissatisfaction with the exhaust fumes left by the motorcycle.

Harry poked his head out from behind him and asked softly, "Should we...get away from it?"

"It's too late, and there's no need." Zhou Qingfeng raised his hand to block the light and recognized three cars coming from the opposite direction. After they stopped, seven or eight wolf-like guys got out.

Harley's scoundrel father was sitting there, with a bump on his forehead. He put an ice pack on it and pointed at his daughter, cursing:

"Bitch, I'm your father. I've raised you for over ten years. I just want some child support. This guy beat me up, and you're still with him?"

(End of this chapter)