Invasion of America

Chapter 78 Great Opportunity
In the early hours of the morning, the small town of Montverde was awakened by a loud roar of engines.

More than 30 military and police vehicles appeared on the streets inside and outside the town, frightening the residents.

Montverde was a small, unassuming town with a population of less than 2,000 and a handful of streets. Hundreds of heavily armed military and police officers quickly disembarked and instantly sealed off the town.

Monica stood in front of an operations command vehicle, staring into the darkness, a few wrinkles on her forehead.

Mills and Stock followed Monica like two accomplices, trying to curry favor with the woman from the Department of Homeland Security.

Especially Mills, this guy still had bruises on his face, but he was extremely attentive and even a little humble.

He leaned over to Monica and said, "Ma'am, you have nothing to worry about. This guy named Victor is nothing special.

I knew everyone around him, only about a dozen or so, all poor, struggling Mexicans who couldn't cause any trouble."

He paused, then added, "There are only about 200 Mexicans in town, and I'm familiar with them all. If you want to arrest someone, I can lead the way for you."

Unlike Mills who was eager to try, Stocker kept a gloomy face and said cautiously: "Ms. Monica, we may be too late.

At least two or three hours have passed since the suspect was last seen. That's enough time for the target to drive a hundred or two hundred kilometers away."

Monica didn't seem to care about what the two said. Her attention was completely focused on Juan and the heavy truck that Mills mentioned.

That heavy truck was the key vehicle Zhou Qingfeng used for cover. It was now parked outside the town. There was no one in the car and it had been abandoned.

Old Juan is a thorny problem - he is an illegal Mexican immigrant whose whereabouts are secretive and difficult to track.

But as long as we catch that old guy, we can deport him, completely cutting off Zhou Qingfeng's biggest help in running around.

"As long as there's no one around that kid, it'll be easy to catch him."
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But finding Papa Juan was much easier than imagined.

This elderly man in his fifties did not hide as everyone expected. Instead, he walked into the Montverde Police Station with several of his men and took the initiative to report the case.

After hearing the news, Monica immediately took people to the police station.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw several Mexican men with tanned skin and rough hands standing in front of the police station counter. They calmly handed their documents to the police officer on duty and described how their heavy trucks had been stolen.

Father Juan stood at the front, with a calm expression and outstanding temperament.

Mills followed behind Monica. When he saw this scene, his eyes widened. Especially when Father Juan and others took out their driver's licenses, he couldn't help but exclaimed:

"You... have become naturalized citizens? How is that possible?!"

Father Juan turned around and glanced at Mills coldly, with disdain and disgust. He replied indifferently: "What? Can't we become Americans?"

"No, no, this is absolutely impossible!" Mills yelled excitedly in the police station like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"It's fake, this has to be fake! They are illegal immigrants who don't even have green cards. They have no money, no assets, no skills, how can they become citizens?

These documents must be forged!"

Montverde is a small town with a very small police station. There are usually only three or four police officers on duty, and it is even more deserted at night.

If Monica hadn't suddenly arrived with a large group of people, the sheriff wouldn't have come to work overtime so reluctantly.

Hearing Mills's clamor, the sheriff who was registering the theft case raised his head impatiently and replied coldly, "I checked their documents. These gentlemen were legally naturalized a month ago."

This sentence hit Mills' heart like a heavy hammer. He froze in place, the expression on his face changing from shock to confusion, and finally to an indescribable loss.

He tried his best and even resorted to fraud to marry a white girl, and only then did he barely obtain American citizenship.

He had always considered himself a "city dweller" and viewed his Mexican compatriots who had come illegally as "country bumpkins." But tonight, this sense of superiority was completely shattered.

Monica, however, was not interested in Mills's mood swings. She didn't care whether Father Juan was naturalized or what his status was.

Her goal was clear: to control Father Juan and pry information about Zhou Qingfeng from him.

She stepped forward and made a cold request: "Mr. Juan, there is a case that requires your cooperation in the investigation."

Father Juan had anticipated this and calmly pointed to a man in a suit beside him. "Of course I'm willing to cooperate with the police investigation, but my lawyer must be present."

"Lawyer?!" Mills screamed in disbelief again, "You still have a lawyer? Where do you get the money to hire one?"

Father Juan has been diligent, honest and patient all his life. He has worked tirelessly in the greasy business of mechanical repair for decades, and never thought that he would be able to stand out one day.

When he got old, the Virgin Mary probably opened her eyes and finally began to reward this unfortunate old man.

Father Juan didn't say anything, but slowly raised his hand. The IWC watch on his wrist, worth tens of thousands of dollars, was shining brightly under the light.

Mills's eyes were drawn to the watch, and they widened even more, as if blinded by the light. He was stunned for a long moment before he stammered, "What's that?"
"Uncle Juan, are you...are you currently engaged in the 'import and export of agricultural products' trade on the Mexican-American border?"

Father Juan shook his head, straightened his back with pride and complacency, and said in an almost official tone:

"No, I'm currently working in the air transportation industry, specializing in providing convenient and high-quality logistics services to areas with inconvenient transportation."

These words left Mills completely speechless. He stared blankly at Father Juan, as if he was meeting this old man he had once despised for the first time.

Monica felt differently. She took two steps forward and stared into Old Juan's face, forcing him to take two steps back.

"Old man, you're a Mexican. Why do you think you can become an American just by naturalizing? And you even got a lawyer out there. Are you trying to scare me with that?"

She grabbed Old Juan's wrist, letting the valuable watch sparkle in the light, but sneered:
"This thing can only show a pitiful sense of superiority in front of the untouchables, but it can't save your life. If you can't catch Victor, I will throw your whole family into Guantanamo as terrorists."

In the face of true authority, Father Juan's face turned pale.

Mills was cheerful again, shouting, "Okay, okay, catch him, arrest this old guy. Without him to disrupt the situation, Victor's suspect will not be able to escape."
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At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng had already left the hustle and bustle of Montverde and was in another small town more than ten kilometers away.

The streets in the town were sparsely lit. He stood quietly in a dark corner, staring closely at a team of soldiers and police about twenty or thirty meters ahead.

It was a temporary checkpoint staffed by National Guard soldiers, about a squad of soldiers, who were blocking the intersection and checking passing vehicles and pedestrians.

The soldiers were obviously extremely dissatisfied with this sudden night mission, extremely tired and impatient.

Their actions were rough, their tone was bad, and their shouting and cursing were particularly harsh in the quiet night.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on at this hour of night!" a soldier cursed softly, kicking the roadblock at his feet as if that would vent his anger. "The higher-ups have said we have to go out on duty at night," another soldier echoed, his tone filled with anger and resentment.

Whenever a vehicle or pedestrian approached the checkpoint, the soldiers would wave them rudely to stop and unceremoniously demand to see their ID.

Their attitude was extremely bad, treating every person they inspected as a potential criminal.

A middle-aged man was a bit slow and immediately received a barrage of scolding: "Hurry up! What are you dawdling for? Are you hiding something?"

Zhou Qingfeng watched coldly.

This time, Monica dispatched not only the twenty or thirty vehicles and a hundred or so military and police officers to guard Montverde.

In order to catch the criminal who hunted the governor, Florida mobilized thousands of military and police officers overnight.

Hundreds of vehicles took control of all the main traffic arteries in seven or eight small towns around Monteverde within two or three hours.

According to Monica's idea, Zhou Qingfeng would not be able to get any external help and would be trapped in a tight siege, unable to escape.

The next step is to expend manpower and material resources to thoroughly search all people entering and leaving the blockaded area, and naturally Zhou Qingfeng will be caught.

At this moment, Gray Shark called and told me the bad news, "Victor, Father Juan didn't call me every half hour as agreed.

I checked my cell phone signal and he was still in Montverde. He was supposed to be at the police station reporting a stolen truck.

Separately, a fake signal base station placed in Montverde was screening mobile phone numbers. Excluding those regularly used by town residents, over a hundred numbers from outside the area were detected.

Several of these numbers were in Miami just hours ago, and we can confirm Monica is among them. I can give you her location."

"I see. It seems I can't hide anymore. I have to teach that bitch a lesson." Zhou Qingfeng received the information from 'Gray Shark' and reversely locked onto Monica's location.

Considering the distance between the two sides, "I have to find a car." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the military and police at the intersection and made a phone call.
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The guards stationed at the intersection yawned listlessly, their eyelids heavy as if filled with lead.

Their irritability and rudeness are not accidental, but a true reflection of long-term laxity and fatigue.

The squad leader had been standing by the roadside, his figure stretched out in the bright headlights. Suddenly, his phone vibrated, and an unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.

He quickly glanced around and made sure no one was paying attention, then walked quickly to a dark corner and answered the phone.

"Is this Sergeant Johnny?" A strange voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me, who are you?" Sergeant Johnny lowered his voice and glanced vigilantly at the lazy soldiers not far away.

"Papa Juan said you could provide some help if necessary."

"You're nearby, aren't you?" Sergeant Johnny glanced around at the darkness again. "Yes, I can help you. But you'll have to pay three thousand dollars in small cash."

"No problem, I'm going to Montverde. I'll give you $3,000 when you get in the car, and another $2,000 when we arrive." The other party agreed without hesitation.

Sergeant Johnny was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the other party's destination to be Montverde. "Don't you want to escape? And go to Montverde?"

"Is there a problem?" The other party's voice was still calm.

"No problem, but I want to bring a soldier with me, is that okay with you?" Sergeant Johnny emphasized.

"No comment."

After the deal was done, Sergeant Johnny suddenly turned around and shouted to his men, "I'm going to town to get some food. Do you want some hot dogs, hamburgers, drinks, or something?"

When the restless soldiers heard that their squad leader was going to bring back food, they immediately cheered, as if this brief expectation could dispel the fatigue in their hearts.

Sergeant Johnny pointed to a trusted soldier, and the two jumped into the military vehicle, quickly drove away from their post, and disappeared into the night.

After the car drove about a hundred meters, Sergeant Johnny stopped the car on the side of the road and prepared to make another call.

Before he could press the dial button, there was a sudden knock on the car window - it was Zhou Qingfeng.

After getting on the bus, the sergeant collected $3,000 in cash and discovered the passenger was Asian. Zhou Qingfeng confirmed that both soldiers were of Mexican descent.

The two sides shook hands briefly, but Sergeant Johnny did not let go immediately. Instead, he applied a little force to his palm, as if testing something.

"I'm doing this to earn some money for milk powder for my child. You won't look down on me, right?" There was a hint of self-mockery in his tone.

Zhou Qingfeng also tightened his grip and squeezed the man's hand. "I can only praise you for being a responsible father."

The two men's palms wrestled secretly, as if engaged in a silent contest. After a few seconds, both sides laughed in a casual manner and let go of their hands.

The soldier in the back seat seemed a little nervous, holding the rifle tightly in his arms, his fingers unconsciously stroking the safety bolt.

The car took only seven or eight minutes to reach the destination, a distance of more than ten kilometers.

Before getting off the car, Zhou Qingfeng paid an extra two thousand dollars as promised, and even gave the soldier in the back seat five hundred dollars as a tip.

Inside the car, the sergeant and the soldier watched Zhou Qingfeng's back gradually disappear into the night of Montverde.

The soldier looked down at the money in his hand and couldn't help asking, "There's a million-dollar reward on this guy. Why aren't we catching him?"

The sergeant curled his lips, shook his still aching palm, and held it up for the soldier to see. "That guy is really strong. I'm not sure I can earn this million dollars."

The soldier looked at the obvious red mark on the squad leader's palm, immediately shut his mouth and said no more.
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At this moment, Mills lazily walked out of the small town police station, found a deserted shady place, unzipped his pants and urinated.

When he was halfway through spreading the grime, he heard rustling footsteps on the road outside the police station.

The voice was monotonous, and it sounded like it was just one person. But it was also strange that someone would dare to go out on the street in the middle of the night.

Mills turned his head and looked in the direction of the footsteps. He saw a tall figure slowly walking out from under the street light not far away.
After recognizing that cold and tough face, Mills felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He didn't care that he hadn't finished peeing, and didn't even have time to put his pants back on. He turned around and ran to the police station, swinging his "bird" and shouting as he ran:

"Here he comes, here he comes, that guy is here. He's alone. This is a great opportunity, catch him, catch him quickly!"

(End of this chapter)