Invasion of America

Chapter 80 Temporary Separation
The moment the gunfight broke out, Mills quickly hid in the shadow of the police station door like a frightened rabbit, his back pressed against the cold wall, his heart beating like a drum.

With the dim emergency light at the entrance of the police station, he saw Stock and several other "bounty hunters" rushing back with guns, their faces full of ferocity and greed.

At that moment, a deep regret surged in Mills' heart. He bit his lip and quickly recalled everything that had just happened.

This is clearly a simple "feint to the east and attack in the west" strategy!

First, use him to attract the attention of the people in the police station; then cut off the power supply of the town, making darkness the best cover; finally, drive a truck to crash into the fragile wall of the police station.

The police station in the small town was extremely poor, and the walls were even made of wooden boards that could be kicked open. They had never thought about preventing things like prison breaks.

"If I'm smart and see their plan in advance, will Monica appreciate it?"

Mills even fantasized that if he was braver, he could lure the kid named Victor into the trap and maybe earn the million-dollar bounty and live a carefree life from then on.

However, there is no if in reality.

That bastard Stock was too proactive. He led his men back to the police station without hesitation. However, he made a wrong prediction and took several bullets in his face.

Mills was just three meters away, watching Stock's head explode like a watermelon, blood and brain matter splattering out, staining the walls and floor red.

At that moment, Mills' stomach churned and he almost vomited. He turned around and ran without hesitation, his steps as hurried as a headless fly.

As the Homeland Security agents dragged Monica away, Mills bravely followed and tried to squeeze into the command vehicle.

However, the detective driving the car roughly pushed him away.

Mills stumbled back a few steps, watching the command vehicle billow out black smoke, leaving behind a pungent exhaust fumes, before he shouted towards the rear of the departing vehicle, "I haven't gotten in the car yet!"

When Mills looked back, he saw Zhou Qingfeng walking out of the police station with a cold face.
The reason why this guy is difficult to deal with is not because of how many men he has around him, but because he is too strong.

Monica made a big mistake. It was useless to just deal with Zhou Qingfeng's men. Instead, it would attract this guy himself.

"The suspect is alone!" Mills stared at Zhou Qingfeng blankly and shouted into the darkness around him, "He's really alone! Come and catch him!"

There was indeed a rumbling sound of vehicles driving around the police station. Twenty or thirty vehicles and hundreds of military and police officers were indeed rushing over and might appear in the next second.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at Mills coldly, raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet hit Mills' forehead accurately, silencing his voice.

Then he retreated back into the dilapidated police station.

It seemed as if in the next moment, two police cars appeared outside the police station. Several policemen pointed their long and short guns at the police station door, and a bleeding body was seen at the bottom of the steps at the door.

The police were slow to act, and did not bravely rush into the dark police station. They did not care at all whether they could intercept the murderer, and instead began to call for support.
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A few days later, in the small Florida town of Palatka, hundreds of kilometers away from Orlando.

Zhou Qingfeng woke up in an ordinary little house. The curtains were fluttering and the air was filled with the moist scent of the early morning.

The old-fashioned alarm clock on the bedside table pointed to half past six. The rising sun shone through the thin gauze curtains, casting mottled light and shadows.

The quilt was warm, and the long-legged mixed-race girl, Harley, curled up lazily in his arms, limbs entangled, sleeping soundly.

He got up and walked into the bathroom, stared at himself in the mirror, turned on the faucet of the washbasin, and poured some water on his face to clear his mind.

The memories of his two lives were merging. From time to time, he would think of his experiences in the end times and how he had killed those who had caused him so much pain.

Allison Parker was just one of a dozen targets, and killing that guy was just the beginning.

The consequence of this incident is that he can no longer serve as the president of "Holy Light" peacefully, and must face the impending end of the world and the pursuit of "Tree of Justice".

The counterattack at night a few days ago did play a certain role. Although we failed to kill that crazy woman Monica, we did make her more restrained.

However, terrorist organizations cannot be understood by common sense. They will do anything to achieve their goals and do not distinguish between right and wrong.

The two sides have already torn their relations apart, Zhou Qingfeng is still wanted, all the exposed funding chains have been blocked, his subordinates have scattered like monkeys when the tree falls, and the power that has been gathered within half a year has quickly disintegrated.

The Tree of Justice must be eyeing his remaining $1 billion in the bank. This would be a perfect opportunity to kill him and embezzle the money.

However, the brutal struggle has now returned to its starting point.
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There was a rustling sound coming from the direction of the bed. Zhou Qingfeng turned around and saw Harry wrapped in a thin sheet, walking barefoot to the bathroom door.

She leaned against the door frame, looking at him sleepily, her voice filled with a hint of lazy teasing: "What's wrong, my dear president?"

"I had a nightmare." Zhou Qingfeng replied casually.

Harley chuckled, letting go of the sheet and letting it slide to the ground. She walked lightly into the bathroom and put her arms around the man's waist from behind.

Her soft body pressed against Zhou Qingfeng's back, and her nimble fingers roamed over his chest. Harley teased, "Do you need to relax? I'll help you dispel your nightmares."

At the moment, Zhou Qingfeng was hiding in a nursing home in a small town. The place was spacious, shaded by green trees, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and earth.

Two or three hundred elderly people lived here, quietly spending the last days of their lives. Since he hunted down Ellison Parker, the military and police had come to search many times.

But most of the nursing home's caregivers were of Mexican descent, and they provided him with excellent cover in private, so that those armed guys returned empty-handed.

However, Harley's 'relaxation service' only lasted half an hour before being interrupted.

Heavy footsteps approached from afar, and Old Juan pushed open the door of the wooden house. As soon as he stepped into the house, he saw the bathroom door open and mist billowing.

Old Juan stood at the door, coughed dryly, and said in a low voice: "Boss..."

Not long after, Harry hurried out wrapped in a bath towel, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes still filled with unsatisfied anger, as if she had not been fed yet.

Zhou Qingfeng casually put on a shirt, walked out of the bathroom, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Old Juan took off his hat, held it in his hand, and said apologetically, "Boss, I have to leave for a while."

After escaping from the police station's detention cell a few days ago, Old Juan and his men were also wanted and could not appear in public.

Zhou Qingfeng's expression was stern. "Are you in trouble?"

"Yes." Old Juan nodded, a hint of fatigue appearing on his deeply wrinkled face. "Some of my men are unreliable."

Although Mexicans stick together, they are ruthless when they betray others.

The military and police are under too much pressure to search for people, and their primary targets are Mexicans who once worked for Electric Flight.

As long as the FBI and the Immigration Bureau put a little pressure on them, those who are afraid of being deported will be shaken and easily reveal any clues the military and police want.

Old Juan shook his head and sighed, "I'm also wanted now, so it's difficult for me to move around openly, and even harder to control people.

In this situation, I can’t tell who is trustworthy and who is not, even my own family... I don’t dare to trust them completely.

If the FBI finds them, they will definitely not be able to withstand the pressure of interrogation."

Old Juan is not young anymore. Having spent his youth in the underworld, he has witnessed the rise and fall of drug lords and gangs. He knows that the root cause of the downfall of these big men is often not external enemies, but the betrayal of those around them.

He sighed and smiled bitterly, "I have to cut off contact with the Boss. Because I can't guarantee that I won't be caught by the FBI. If I'm caught, I won't be able to bear it."

Zhou Qingfeng's eyes darkened slightly when he heard this. He instantly understood Old Juan's situation and even realized that he had taken a huge risk by taking the risk of coming to tell him.

A more ruthless person might have chosen to silence him to prevent future trouble. He was silent for a moment, then asked, "Where are you going?"

"Leaving Florida for a while." Old Juan rubbed the brim of his hat, "Maybe to Texas, or maybe back to Mexico.

I'm going to change my identity and come back, and so is Harley. She's also wanted, so she's going to be away with me for a while.

I plan to continue working on the Warthog business, such as purchasing a few more aircraft from Electric Flight and returning to Mexico to run air transport.

You can still make some money in this business. But I can’t take care of you anymore, Boss.”

This was considered a formal farewell. After hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly grinned: "You want to run a low-altitude transport business? I'll give you a 30 million US dollar investment."

Old Juan was stunned, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, like the fear of "no reward without merit". He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Don't refuse." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, his tone firm, "You brought more than a hundred people to Orlando to help me.

These people can't make a trip in vain, they have to be rewarded with money.

For example, I once asked Cervantes, the driver of a heavy truck, if you promised him $100,000 to buy his life. After all, if you drive a heavy truck and hit a military vehicle, you are risking your life.

Everyone who followed you will be wanted by the United States and will need to return to change their identities. Such a huge loss cannot go without compensation.

Therefore, everyone who comes to help you will be rewarded with $100,000.

Cervantes, give him a million dollars. Giving money can win people's hearts. Next time I get into trouble, I can call on others to help me.

Zhou Qingfeng was young, but he patted old Juan on the shoulder with an unquestionable heroic tone in his voice.

Old Juan's beard trembled slightly at first, then he laughed out loud, his voice hoarse but hearty: "Boss, you're really willing to spend a lot of money!"

Working hard requires cost-effectiveness, and working for Zhou Qingfeng is obviously more cost-effective.

Zhou Qingfeng knew clearly that his bank account had been targeted by the "Tree of Justice". Instead of letting those beastly bastards embezzle it, he would rather use it to win people's hearts.

Faced with the constant pressure from the military and police, Old Juan had long been at the end of his rope and could only hide in embarrassment. Now with this huge sum of money, the situation has suddenly changed.

"Register a company as soon as possible. I'll have Kelly inject capital into you." Zhou Qingfeng said in a deep voice, "I'll give you the money. How you spend it is up to you."

Old Juan grumbled, "Hmm," a long-lost glint in his eyes. He'd been struggling for years, cramming countless money-making plans and projects into his head, yet always struggling financially.

Now, as long as Zhou Qingfeng has the money, he is confident that he can stabilize the hearts of his subordinates. Even if the FBI wants to put more pressure on them, the cost of bribery will skyrocket several times.

After all, the FBI's budget is limited and it cannot be squandered endlessly. Zhou Qingfeng's spending undoubtedly greatly increased the difficulty of the other party's investigation.

Old Juan, on the other hand, was concerned about Zhou Qingfeng. "Boss, what are you going to do next? This nursing home will also be unsafe."

"Of course we need to change places."
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After Old Juan left, the door of the wooden house creaked and was gently pushed open.

Chen Rui walked in, his steps slightly heavy.

He stood in the middle of the room without saying a word, watching Zhou Qingfeng go into the bathroom to change clothes. His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word. It was obvious that he was worried about something.

Zhou Qingfeng came out of the bathroom, casually put on a gray sports suit, and took out two pistols from the drawer beside the bed. He put one in the holster under his ribs and hid the other in the belt around his ankle.

He glanced at Chen Rui and saw that he was still standing there with a frown on his face. He whispered, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't hold it in."

Chen Rui's throat rolled over, as if he mustered up the courage, and finally spoke: "Boss, can I... continue to work for you?"

These words came out of his mouth with a bit of bitterness.

He was more than ten years older than Zhou Qingfeng, yet now he had to bow his head and ask for help from this young man. The muscles on his face unconsciously tensed, revealing an indescribable embarrassment.

"Of course." Zhou Qingfeng said in a relaxed tone, "I'm short of manpower, and you came at the perfect time."

As he adjusted his cuffs, he casually said, "If you hadn't come to rescue me in the Holy Light One, I really wouldn't have been able to escape from downtown Orlando."

No matter how incompetent the US police are, the surveillance network in the city is still impenetrable. It's impossible to escape on the ground without leaving traces.

At the most critical moment, Chen Rui piloted the "Holy Light No. 1" to a vertical landing and "rescued" Zhou Qingfeng from the encirclement.

At that moment, the police's pursuit plan became completely like a blind man touching an elephant, and they had no idea where to start.

The maneuverability of "Holy Light No. 1" is abnormal, especially its ability to fly close to the ground, which has almost become a nightmare for radar.

As it flew low, the roar of the engine was drowned out by the trees and buildings, and ground personnel could only see a blurry afterimage when they looked up.

If the U.S. Air Force had not urgently dispatched the "Joint Star" designed specifically for battlefield reconnaissance, Zhou Qingfeng would have disappeared without a trace, leaving behind even a trace of exhaust.

Chen Rui didn't relax, his eyes still anxious, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "I'm with Lao Xiao..."

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, interrupting him, and said firmly: "If there is a chance, I will talk to Lao Xiao."

He walked forward, patted Chen Rui's shoulder again, and grinned: "I don't care if you are playing a trick or you are really desperate. Anyway, now we can really advance and retreat together. That's enough."

Chen Rui felt something stuck in his throat when he heard this, and nodded heavily. His eyes gradually became firm, and he said in a deep voice:

"Yes, in the intelligence industry, we've been through so many self-torture tactics that trust alone is naive. Let's focus on the present first.

But, Boss, what are you going to do next?"

"Go get a car and come meet a friend of mine." All the preparations Zhou Qingfeng had made for the end of the world could come in handy now.

Half a day later, after several transfers, Zhou Qingfeng, who had been hiding, arrived at a forest resort north of Orlando.

'Gray Shark' set up a small open-air camp here.

When the two sides met, Zhou Qingfeng first extended his hand to Gray Shark's mother and said, "Hello, Mrs. Nasha, I'm Victor."

Gray Shark in the wheelchair shouted excitedly, "Mom, Mom, I told you, he knows you. He has known you for a long time. He is from the future!"

The old lady was a little embarrassed when she met her son's friend for the first time. But when Gray Shark started yelling, she said calmly:
"You two know each other. I was standing next to you, so of course he knows who I am?!"

(End of this chapter)