Invasion of America

Chapter 77 Arrogant at first and respectful at the end

A big blood-red lump appeared on Mills' forehead, and the blood vessels under his skin were throbbing as if they would burst at any time.

Even a slight touch would make him grimace in pain.

He asked the bartender for some ice, wrapped it roughly in a handkerchief, and pressed it against his forehead. The cool touch slightly relieved the burning pain, but his anger only grew stronger.

"Damn you, yellow monkey! If you don't come up with 20 million... no, 30 million dollars today, I'll definitely skin you alive!"

Before getting out of the car, Mills saw a figure that made him hate him - the guy who beat him up was standing on the corner of the street.

And his mixed-race daughter with long legs was affectionately holding each other's arms, and they were sticking together affectionately.

Mills is absolutely confident about his daughter's figure.

With her long legs and voluptuous curves, she can attract countless greedy gazes from perverts just by standing on the street.

He had thought countless times about how to sell her for a good price, but Harley was wary of him as a father, just like a thief, and would not listen to him at all.

"Bitch, I thought you were going to follow the Virgin Mary and remain a chaste woman your whole life. I didn't expect you to find a man to throw yourself at him."

It’s good to stick to it, it’s so good to stick to it.

When the video of the "Holy Light President" revealing his identity spread online, Mills knew that Harley had caught a big fish. He couldn't wait to call Harley and her grandmother to get a piece of the action.

Unexpectedly, the "Governor Hunting" case occurred that night, the whole of Orlando fell into chaos, and a city-wide curfew was imposed.

It didn't matter. Mills, a city shrew, had his own information channels. He quickly learned more information and even found his way to the bar where Father Juan had arranged to meet him.
However, just as he proudly asked for money, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed his hair and slammed him hard onto the hardwood table.

With a "bang", his head seemed to be hit by a hammer, his eyes went black, and he fainted on the spot.

When he regained consciousness, Zhou Qingfeng and Harry were nowhere to be seen, leaving him alone slumped on the floor of the bar with a big bump on his forehead.

The only people around were looking at me with mockery.
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"You little brat, do you think I'm kidding you?" Mills growled with gritted teeth when he saw Zhou Qingfeng again.

"I'm telling you, I have companions with me, and you still dared to hit me on the head. It's too late for you to regret it now, kneel down and beg me!"

Seven or eight street thugs followed Mills, holding iron bars and baseball bats, with ferocious expressions on their faces, like a group of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on their prey at any time.

Mills walked in front, waving an iron chain. Against the light of the car lights, his figure was stretched particularly tall, like a moving mountain.

Just as they were closing in on Zhou Qingfeng and Hali, a low roar suddenly erupted in the distance. Then, a blinding beam of light pierced the night sky and shot straight towards them.

It was a huge heavy truck, and its headlights were like two scorching suns, illuminating Mills' team without leaving any trace.

The heavy truck slowly stopped, the door opened, and a burly Mexican man jumped out - it was Cervantes who had previously driven a heavy truck and hit the military vehicle.

He narrowed his eyes, glanced at Mills and others, then pinched his fingers and blew a sharp whistle.

The door of the rear compartment opened immediately, and more than a dozen fully armed Mexican guards jumped out of the car and quickly rushed in.

Father Juan got out of the passenger seat. He first glanced at Zhou Qingfeng and asked respectfully, "Boss, what happened?"

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head lightly and glanced at Mills with a cold look.

Mills was stunned for a few seconds at this time. The chain in his hand had stopped swinging long ago. The chain fell to the ground with a loud noise.

His expression changed from fierce to panicked, and fine beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Under the bright light of the heavy truck's headlights, a dozen or so Mexican guards looked like fierce gods walking out of the darkness, all carrying guns.

The street thugs armed with sticks immediately stopped and put all the iron baseball bats in their hands behind their backs. They pretended to be calm and looked around as if they were just out to relax late at night.

They even cursed Mills a hundred times - how could the opponent be a lone Asian weakling who was easily bullied? They were clearly ferocious tigers and wolves.

"Uncle Juan!" Mills suddenly shouted, forcing a forced smile. "I'm your nephew! I'm so glad to see you here!"

Father Juan frowned, his eyes fell on the chain in Mills' hand, and then glanced at the group of thugs holding sticks behind him, and asked coldly: "Mills, what do you want to do?"

Mills waved his hands quickly and said with an apologetic smile, "This neighborhood is unsafe at night, so I carry a chain for self-defense. It makes sense.

You see, this chain is long and heavy, easy to carry and use, and it is perfect for fighting.

My friends followed me out to the bar at night. They were also afraid of the dark, so they brought some self-defense weapons like sticks.

Actually, I didn't mean anything else... I just happened to see Harley chatting with her friends, so I came over to say hello.

I haven't seen my daughter for several months. I miss her terribly. After all, she's my own daughter. She's so beautiful, there must be a man interested in her.

Seeing her with a boy, I can't help but worry that she might have been raped in vain, and hope that she won't end up with a scumbag like her mother.

So I came over to show my fatherly authority, to scare him, and to test whether his feelings for Harley were genuine?

This young man is quite good. He wasn't afraid of being surrounded by so many of us, let alone running away. It's obvious that he and Harry are a good match.

That’s great, that’s wonderful. As a father, I feel relieved to have such an outstanding boy taking care of my daughter.

By the way, Uncle Juan, why are you here? And why are you bringing so many people with you? Are you here to test this young man as well?

Oh, there's no need to test it. You have to trust Harry's judgment. I have no opinion on the boys she likes."

Mills was as thick-skinned as a city wall. He hesitated and acted coyly. He had to make up a bunch of nonsense to cover up his embarrassment.

Even the few street bullies who followed him nodded repeatedly, indicating that the reason they were there was because of what Mills said, and they had absolutely no other intentions.

Harry snorted beside Zhou Qingfeng and glared at him, expressing great dissatisfaction.

Father Juan stared at Mills, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Get lost...Harry doesn't like you, and neither do I."

Mills felt relieved and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, I'm an unfit father. I'm leaving right now, right now!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and winked at his men.

The arrogance of the street thugs had long since vanished. They lowered their heads and quickly got back into their cars. Several vehicles quickly shifted into reverse and fled the scene in a panic, their engines roaring.

The atmosphere in the car eased a little after they drove two blocks.

One of the thugs couldn't help but curse, "Mills, are you fucking crazy? That guy is no weakling at all, he's clearly a tiger! You almost killed us!"

Mills wiped the sweat from his forehead and said through gritted teeth, "Shut up! That kid got lucky this time, but next time... next time I'll make sure he pays!"

However, his voice no longer had the confidence it had before. Seeing that he was about to be used as a punching bag by a few frustrated street thugs, he gritted his teeth and shouted:
"Don't worry, I have another solution. That Asian guy is indeed very rich, and he's wanted by a million-dollar reward. Let me make a call."
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A few minutes later, bounty hunter Stock received the latest news about Zhou Qingfeng and learned that the target might be hiding in Montverde, a small town on the outskirts of Orlando.

More than an hour later, Stock and three accomplices came to the town bar where Zhou Qingfeng left and met Mills and his gang.

The two tracking forces converged at this moment.

Stock's gang is a unique type of "bounty hunter" in the United States. They specialize in handling difficult cases for the police or their employers. They all have gun licenses and have connections in both the black and white worlds.

Having suffered a loss at the hands of Zhou Qingfeng for holding Lisa and Annie hostage, Stocker was determined to turn the tables. He filmed a "hunting video" of Harley and contacted the Department of Homeland Security to establish ties with Diaz and his gang, all for revenge.

Mills saw Stocker and smiled. He reached out to him, trying to get closer: "Hey, brother, you guys are here to see that Asian guy too, right? We can work together..."

Before he could finish his words, Stoke suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Mills by the collar, pressed him hard against the car, and shouted angrily:

"Idiot, you let go a wanted criminal worth over a billion dollars with a million-dollar reward? Do you know that you've ruined my plan?"

Mills was startled by this sudden action and struggled hard, shouting, "Wait...what do you mean? Are you fucking crazy? We're more than you, don't mess around!"

Stock's grip tightened a bit. "A lot of people? Just a bunch of you street thugs?"

He winked behind him, and three accomplices immediately stepped forward, each carrying a short-barreled assault rifle, pointing the muzzle coldly at Mills and others.

Seeing this, the street thugs turned pale, dropped the iron bars and baseball bats in their hands to the ground, and raised their hands to show surrender.

Mills was also frightened by this scene, but he still insisted: "Do you want to cooperate? We can catch that guy together!"

"Cooperation?" Stock sneered, his voice full of sarcasm. "You think you're worthy of cooperating with me? Do you have the brains to do that?

I sent messages to people everywhere, hoping to get some clues. If you had kept your cool and called me earlier, you wouldn't have let that bastard Victor get away!"

Mills was irritated by Stock's tone and shouted with his neck stiffened: "I don't know what you're talking about! It's none of my business if that kid runs away!"

Stock's eyes turned cold, and he punched Mills in the stomach. Mills bent over in pain and retched a few times, but still gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

Stocker refused to give in. He grabbed his collar and demanded, "Tell me, where did that Asian kid go?"

"I don't know!" Mills gritted his teeth, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. "This is violent assault. I'm going to sue you in court!"

Stock sneered and punched Mills in the face again. "Sue me? Just you? Can a street thug like you afford a lawyer? You don't even know which way the court door opens!"

An hour later, Monica arrived in Montverde by helicopter.

After she landed, she glanced at Mills, who was rolling on the ground after being beaten, and also glanced at Stock, who was respectful. She walked up to several street thugs and showed her Department of Homeland Security ID.

"Who can tell me the details?"

"Heavy truck? Is there a heavy truck coming to pick up that kid?"

"Very good. Tell me the exact time and place you encountered that heavy truck. As long as he takes ground transportation, I will be able to track him down."
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late at night.

Old Juan took Zhou Qingfeng and Harley to a secluded residence, which was also an old apartment building located in the suburbs. It was surrounded by dense trees and almost blended into the night.

At the door of the apartment, Old Juan stopped, his brows furrowed, and there was a hint of self-blame in his tone: “Boss, I just made a mistake.

Normally, I should have killed Mills.

That guy is a disgrace to the family. He would sell out anyone for money. We have cut off all ties with him a long time ago.

But... he is Harley's father after all."

Harry stood at the door of his new residence, his arms folded, with a complicated expression. His eyes showed both disappointment in his father and a hint of inseparable family affection.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't blame anyone, but simply said, "He's my biological father after all, so it's only natural for me to forgive him.

But you're right, that guy will definitely betray us, so we have to take some precautions." He paused and continued, "First, that heavy truck..."

Old Juan heard this and a sly smile appeared on his face: "The heavy truck is not a problem, we stole it on the way."

There are hundreds of Mexicans coming to Orlando, but with government soldiers and police on the streets enforcing martial law, it is impossible for so many people to gather together every day.

Old Juan had already asked some people to leave, leaving only a dozen capable men.

These people are scattered throughout the city and only gather when necessary - such as when arranging Zhou Qingfeng's transfer.

As for the heavy truck, it was old Juan's "masterpiece." They had someone drive the truck to a remote place, leave the car keys, and then leave, and Cervantes drove it away.

In this way, even if the military and police investigate the source of the vehicle, they will still be able to shirk responsibility.

“The car isn’t important,” Old Juan sighed, his tone becoming serious, “The trouble is Mills.

He was once a member of the family and is very familiar with our style of doing things and personnel arrangements.

What's worse is that he saw me. If he cooperates with the police, it will be easy for them to track me down because there are only a few places I can hide.

Zhou Qingfeng nodded and glanced at Harry behind him again, "I understand. If I see that guy again, I will kill him. It's really better for me to do this."

When Harry heard this, her body trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything. She just lowered her head and clenched the corner of her clothes tightly with her fingers.

She knew that Zhou Qingfeng's decision was to protect everyone, and her father's behavior was irreversible.

These words were all spoken to Harry, meaning that if Mills really chose to cooperate with the police, the family would no longer forgive him, so it would be better to take the opportunity to get rid of him.

Old Juan sighed, "I might be busy tonight. I'll go make arrangements for the follow-up."
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After Juan left, Gray Shark called and said, "Victor, I have bad news. Monica arrived in Montverde from Miami, and she's really coming for you."

"How did you confirm it?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Not every aircraft likes to fly close to the ground like the Warthog. For safety reasons, they must constantly release their takeoff, landing and flight status to the public.

I have been monitoring the U.S. Civil Aviation Administration's air traffic control information and the GPS signals emitted by all general aviation aircraft.

An FBI Miami helicopter just landed in unspecified airspace over Montverde.

When the pilot reported to air traffic control, he said he was on a special aircrew mission. Monica even identified herself directly on the radio.

Gray Shark paused and said disdainfully, "Simply put, that woman is used to being a bully. She's likely using her status to force others to give way when there's a conflict on a night flight."

"I understand. I'll wait for her." Zhou Qingfeng remained calm after hearing this.

After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at Harley, who was standing in the middle of the room. The girl looked clearly uneasy.

"Harry, go to bed early. I need to go out for a while."

The girl raised her head and asked worriedly, "It's so late, what are you going to do? It's very dangerous outside now, there are soldiers and police everywhere..."

Obviously, Harry didn't mean 'military police'.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and hugged the young mixed-race girl, interrupting her: "I will give your father a chance. But if he doesn't cherish it, I won't show mercy."

Harry bit his lip, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded: "Be careful."

Zhou Qingfeng put on his coat, took his two pistols, checked several magazines, tucked them under his ribs and ankles, and then went out.

(End of this chapter)