Invasion of America

Chapter 79 Alone
When Mills rushed back to the police station swinging the 'bird', Monica felt disgusted, as if her eyes were tainted by the filth.

After understanding what the bastard said, she felt inexplicably excited again - because hundreds of military and police officers had already set up a tight net inside and outside the police station.

Papa Juan and his accomplices were locked up in the police station's holding cell, waiting like bait for their prey to take the bait.

"Where is Victor?" Monica asked anxiously.

"It's just outside the police station!" Mills pointed excitedly at the door behind him.

Montverde is a town that cannot be any smaller, and the police station is as simple as a large convenience store on the roadside, with a narrow and inconspicuous front.

The interior of the police station is even more cramped, with only an administration hall, two offices and a detention room, with a total area of ​​less than 100 square meters.

At this moment, apart from the detained Father Juan and others, there were only seven or eight military police officers including Monica, and four "bounty hunters" led by Stock in the police station.

After hearing Mills' warning, the atmosphere in the police station suddenly became tense, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to be released at any time.

Everyone held their breath, fingers on the triggers, eyes fixed on the door. —— Half a minute passed, and the door was still dead silent, without any movement.

"What the hell are we afraid of? This is the police station. We're in numbers. We're all either police officers or professional detectives. Why should we be so scared?"

Stock spat impatiently, strode up to Mills, kicked him on the butt, and growled viciously, "Put your bird away, you bastard!"

Mills said "Oh" twice and hurriedly adjusted his pants.

Stocker kicked again, pointing the gun directly at Mills' chest, "Go out and see what's going on! What is that guy doing outside?"

"I...you guys don't go, so you let me go?" Mills shook his head repeatedly, as if there was some terrible monster waiting for him outside the door.

Stock winked at his accomplice beside him.

Another bounty hunter opened the police station door without hesitation and kicked Mills out.

Mills let out a shrill scream, staggered out of the police station door, and fell heavily on the steps at the door with a dull "pa" sound.

Monica held the walkie-talkie tightly. As soon as Zhou Qingfeng appeared, she immediately ordered the hundreds of soldiers and police scattered in the town to assemble quickly and form an airtight encirclement.

The town was so small that a car running at full speed could reach it in as little as thirty seconds. Once the prey appeared, it would be hard to escape.

Mills got up from the ground outside the police station and looked towards the door with a terrified face, as if he wanted to shrink back.

But when he saw the black muzzles of guns behind the door, he could only stand there and look around with a sad face.

"No, that kid is gone."

Stock and others followed closely behind, filing out one after another, pointing their guns in any suspicious direction.

But the street outside the police station was indeed empty. Only the street lights illuminated the surrounding darkness. The night wind blew up a few dead leaves, making a rustling sound.

"Where's that guy you were talking about?" Stock glanced around, his eyes landing on Mills again. He grabbed the jerk's collar and lifted him up. "Where's he?"

Mills hesitated, pointing with trembling fingers in the direction where he had just urinated, "Over there...that kid named Victor was just there, I saw it clearly.

He must have seen that there were so many of us and hid himself.”

Stock loosened his grip and quickly rushed in the direction Mills pointed with several of his accomplices.

However, apart from a puddle of urine and a few moths fluttering under the street light, nothing else was found.

Several people looked at each other and were about to turn back to settle the score with Mills, when suddenly, the street lights in the town went out one after another, and the territory of darkness expanded rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, the transformer in the town exploded with crackling sparks, and the civilian power supply was immediately cut off.

All buildings, including the police station, lost their lighting. A second later, only a few emergency lights took over, maintaining minimum brightness.

Without lights, the atmosphere of panic spread wildly in the darkness, and the whole town fell into a dead silence where you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

In the darkness, the soldiers and police could be heard shouting and their hurried footsteps from time to time, as if an invisible beast was quietly approaching.

Monica's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Her fingers tightly clasped the intercom as she whispered, "Everyone, stay alert. All car lights on, don't move easily."
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The police station's detention room was small and cramped. With five or six people suddenly crammed in, the air became squeezed thinner.

There was only a long bench in the room, and Father Juan, as a "favored person", sat on the bench side by side with the temporary lawyer.

The grandchildren who came with him could only stand or sit, squeezed on the cold concrete floor.

Silence was written on everyone's face and the atmosphere was quite depressing.

Even the lawyer seemed resigned to his fate. He whispered to the others, "This is illegal detention. I will definitely sue them later."

"Appeal?" Father Juan shook his head and said sarcastically, "No, we don't need to appeal, and we don't have the opportunity to appeal."

"We are American citizens and have the right to appeal, even if our opponent is the Department of Homeland Security..." The lawyer tried to do some legal education, but his voice sounded particularly empty in the small detention room.

At this moment, Mills rushed into the police station and yelled. Not long after, the lights outside the detention room suddenly went out, and the whole room fell into darkness.

Father Juan stood up, walked behind the iron railings, and peered out through the gap. He saw the soldiers and police outside were as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Be careful..." Father Juan warned the people around him.

Not long after, there was a sudden roar of an engine from outside the back wall of the detention room. Then, a dazzling beam of light shot in from the narrow window, illuminating every corner of the detention room.

The people inside immediately became alert and avoided the back wall and hid to the side of the iron railing. They all realized that the light column was a signal of some kind of danger.

Only the lawyer remained standing, muttering in surprise, "What's going on? Is someone trying to break into the prison? That's illegal..."

Father Juan grabbed the lawyer by the collar and dragged him aside, jokingly saying, "Why should we obey the law if it doesn't protect us?"

The police station is already small, and the back wall of the detention room is the street on the other side.

Monica, holding the intercom, was panicking about the sudden power outage. When she heard the sound of a car engine coming from the direction of the detention room, she immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

"That bastard Victor is behind us..." Before she finished her voice, the bright light outside the detention room became more dazzling and the sound of the engine became louder and louder, as if a beast was approaching.

The prisoners clung to the iron railings, trying to stay as far away from the back wall as possible, their faces filled with tension and excitement.

Monica rushed to the detention room with two Homeland Security agents, raised her gun and shouted, "Don't move! No one can escape!"

Father Juan and the others immediately squatted down, their heads in their hands, their movements in unison. But their faces showed no trace of panic, instead revealing an eerie calm.

The next second, a deafening roar broke the brief silence.

The sheriff's office next to the detention room seemed to be torn apart by a ferocious beast. The front of a truck broke through the thin wall and slammed in fiercely.

Glass, bricks, and wood chips flew everywhere like a sudden storm.

The floor groaned under the weight of the heavy wheels, cracking into deep fissures. The desk was smashed to pieces, and documents, computers, and telephones flew through the air like toys tossed by invisible hands.

The chandelier on the ceiling was shaking and finally broke with a "crack", and the photos and decorative paintings on the wall fell down one after another, and the fragments fell like raindrops.

A strong smell of diesel and metallic odor rushed in, mixed with the choking smell of dust, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The sheriff stood there in a daze, watching his carefully decorated office turn into ruins in an instant. His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Monica was also shaken by the sudden impact and took a few steps back, almost dropping the walkie-talkie in her hand. The agent following her pulled her away and retreated.

The truck roared into reverse gear, and the front of the car slowly backed out. The tires rolled over the gravel and broken glass on the ground, making a harsh friction sound.

The sheriff's office, without its wall support, could no longer bear the weight and collapsed.

Bricks, cement slabs and wooden beams fell, stirring up a larger cloud of dust, like a small sandstorm, flooding the entire space.

Father Juan narrowed his eyes, covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and shouted, "Get out of the way! Don't go near the office! Be careful not to get hit!"

Everyone in the detention room was choked by the smoke and dust and kept coughing and crying, but they couldn't help laughing, as if this sudden chaos was an absurd comedy.

They quickly avoided the side of the collision and huddled together beside the iron railings, their eyes fixed on the hole in the wall, waiting for the next move.

Not long after, the truck's engine roared again, and the front of the truck slammed in. This time, the force was less, and it knocked a two-meter-wide hole in the wall of the detention room.

Broken bricks and cement blocks flew everywhere, and the walls were as fragile as paper, revealing the dark night sky and faint starlight outside.

As the truck started to reverse again, Father Juan growled, "Hurry up, keep up!"

The people in the detention room rushed out of the hole without hesitation, their steps hurried but orderly.

The truck door opened with a bang, and Zhou Qingfeng jumped out of the driver's seat, holding a P320 pistol in his hand with a cold look in his eyes.

He waved his hand, his voice steady and powerful: "You go first, leave from the south, I've already cleared that area."

Father Juan nodded, and without any hesitation, he and his grandsons quickly climbed onto the truck.

It was not until then that they noticed that the truck in front of them was actually a military truck. The heavy armor and camouflage paint showed that it was stolen from a checkpoint at a roadside checkpoint.

"Boss, we're leaving." Father Juan shouted to Zhou Qingfeng, with a hint of worry and respect in his voice.

Zhou Qingfeng nodded, raised the P320 in his hand slightly, and waved behind him to confirm that he would not leave at this moment.

Father Juan didn't say anything else, just looked at Zhou Qingfeng deeply, then closed the car door.

The truck's engine roared again, its tires rolling over the gravel as it sped toward the south street, quickly disappearing into the night.
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Inside the police station, the unknown sheriff hurried to the equipment room, opened a security door, and grabbed a bulletproof vest and an APC-9 police submachine gun from inside.

He hurriedly put on his bulletproof vest and inserted a ceramic bulletproof plate into his chest. Then he loaded the submachine gun and turned on the safety.
Zhou Qingfeng had already walked in through the hole created by the truck, looked at the sheriff who was putting on his bulletproof vest, and then shot him in the chest.

After the gunshot, the sheriff's chest felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and his body shook uncontrollably. He wanted to adjust his balance and fight back.
Zhou Qingfeng was like a cat playing with mouse, hitting the sheriff's chest continuously at a rate of one shot every half a second - the other party never had a chance to fight back, and then sat down on the messy floor.

At the moment he sat down, the sheriff raised his hands.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was approaching, snatched the APC-9 submachine gun, along with several magazines, as if it were a tribute, and turned the butt of the gun to knock the man unconscious.
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Monica was carried by two detectives and dragged to the police station door. She still held the intercom tightly, pressed the call button, and shouted in a rapid and sharp voice:

"The police station is under attack, come to support immediately! I repeat, the police station is under attack, everyone come to support immediately!"

There was a noisy response from the other end of the intercom, and it was unknown how many people could hear and accept Monica's command.

At this moment, all she could hear were the sounds of gunfire and fragmentation, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke and dust.

The only calm people at the scene were Stock and his men, who quickly split into two groups.

One team went around the police station to the military truck, trying to intercept the fleeing Father Juan and others; the other team surrounded the police station from inside, meeting Zhou Qingfeng who was on the attack.

The reaction was quick and orderly, worthy of a 'bounty hunter' who had experienced bullets and guns for many years, with strict training and a calm mind.

However, when Stock and his men rushed back to the police station, they were greeted by a hail of bullets as soon as they emerged.

The APC-9 submachine gun poured out thirty rounds of bullets like water, and the flames from the muzzle were particularly dazzling in the dim police station.

The recoil of a submachine gun is small, and Zhou Qingfeng's strength is far beyond that of an ordinary person. His muzzle control is extremely stable, and the accuracy of his continuous shooting is astonishingly high.

Stock only heard the noise of the truck crashing and thought the police could hold on for a while, so he bravely rushed in through the gate and took three or four bullets with his head.

The moment he was shot, his head suddenly tilted back, and blood and brain matter splattered out instantly, staining the wall behind him red.

His body stiffened for a moment, then fell heavily to the ground like a sack of rags.

The other 'bounty hunters' were frightened out of their wits by the precise and fierce firepower, and they all fled for cover.

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng had completely entered the state of "killer personality". His eyes were cold and empty, calm and ruthless, and he only pursued the highest killing efficiency.

He could let the sheriff, who posed little threat, go, or he could kill Stocker, who forced his way forward, without any hesitation.

Monica was dragged outside the police station by two detectives, her legs still trying to support her body to stand up.

She gritted her teeth and shouted hoarsely, "Stop! Let me stand up! I can catch the boy! He is alone, just alone!"

The two agents ignored her struggles and continued to drag her outside, straight to a nearby command vehicle.

Zhou Qingfeng had already crossed the police station's office, his APC-9 loaded with a fresh magazine. His eyes locked onto Monica's back, his finger gently pulling the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A short burst of fire passed, and three or four bullets accurately hit Monica's back.

She was knocked back and forth, her body falling forward and heavily into the back seat of the command vehicle.

The impact from her back made her eyes go dark, her breathing stopped instantly, and her whole body went limp as if all her strength had been drained away.

An agent quickly turned around and fired continuously into the police station, pouring bullets like water, trying to suppress Zhou Qingfeng's firepower.

Another agent quickly jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine. The command vehicle let out a low roar, and the tires made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground, and quickly drove away from the scene.

Monica lay on the seat of the command vehicle, breathing rapidly and disorderly. She reached out and touched her back, and her fingertips touched several sunken bullet holes.

The APC-9 fired pistol bullets. The soft bulletproof vest barely saved her life, but the impact of the bullet still caused her to feel excruciating pain.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, her lips trembled slightly, and an unprecedented fear surged in her heart.

At this moment, she realized that she was really going to die, and her mentality changed from extremely aggressive to extremely timid, and she just wanted to leave quickly.

So she grabbed the intercom and gave the order again: "I am Commander Monica, I am evacuating, everyone come to protect me."

(End of this chapter)