Invasion of America

Chapter 84 Fake is good

When the call for help came, Zhou Qingfeng's heart sank suddenly, and countless terrible scenes flashed through his mind - Lucy was kidnapped, abducted, or even worse.

Did the people from the 'Tree of Justice' take action in advance?

Outside the back door of the restaurant is a dim parking lot. A few dim street lights look particularly lonely in the cold night, and the lights are so weak that they can hardly illuminate the road under your feet.

Lucy stood in front of a dilapidated Kia, holding her cell phone tightly in her hand, and anxiously comforted an old man who had fallen to the ground.

The old man was obviously quite frightened. His clothes were covered in dust, and there were some obvious scratches on his hands, feet and face. The bloodstains were particularly glaring in the dim light.

Zhou Qingfeng walked over quickly, his brows furrowed, his voice low and hurried: "What happened?"

Lucy looked up and pointed at the old man: "This Mr. Ander is my neighbor. He was just robbed by two thugs and was pushed down.

I happened to be passing by, so I came over to help and called you."

Zhou Qingfeng's shoulders relaxed slightly and he breathed a sigh of relief, but then he felt speechless again.

Lucy saw his impatience, but she weakly tried to test him: "Those two thugs haven't gotten far yet. Can you catch them? They stole Mr. Ander's wallet."

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head impatiently. "This kind of thing should be reported to the police. I'm the FBI and I'm not responsible for such small local cases."

Lucy pouted. "There's no point calling the police. They don't care about this kind of thing."

Jacksonville is the fourth largest urban area in Florida, but its urban population is only over a hundred thousand, and its police force is not as strong as that of Orlando.

The old man who was robbed fell down pretty hard, and even with Lucy's support, he still couldn't stand steadily. He could only sit on the front of the broken Kia, breathing slightly.

He felt in his pocket, took out a handkerchief, and bandaged his bleeding hand, shaking his head and saying, "Lucy, thank you. But I'm fine.

There's no need to go looking for those two robbers again, it's too dangerous. If possible, please drive me home. I have medicine at home, so I just need to rest for a few days.

After saying this, the old man looked down at the bags of vegetables, bread and meat scattered on the ground, a trace of regret in his eyes.

He bought those cheap items during a night sale at a nearby supermarket. He originally wanted to save some money, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

The two thugs not only stole his bag of cash, but also threw the bag of food on the ground and even stepped on it a few times, mocking his old age and helplessness.

The old man wanted to bend down to pick up the food, but as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his wound, forcing him to give up and sigh.
Zhou Qingfeng stood aside, watching Lucy coldly, muttering to himself, "I was just thinking about how to find an opportunity to kidnap you, little girl, and you actually ordered me to catch thugs."

However, he thought, arresting two thugs would be easier than kidnapping Lucy. So, he patiently asked, "Are you sure it's just two thugs?"

"Sure." Lucy pointed to the other side of the parking lot again, her tone firm. "Over there, they just ran away not long ago, and they definitely can't be too far away."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded, turned and walked in that direction.

The old man looked at his back and asked Lucy worriedly, "Will it be dangerous for that young man to go alone? Or should we call the police?"

Lucy wasn't very sure, but she insisted, "Let's give it a try. That guy looks fierce and has a gun. I don't know if he can do it."
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Zhou Qingfeng walked slowly to the other corner of the parking lot, and under the street light he saw two young thugs with rat-like faces squatting on the ground, rummaging through the stolen items.

There were several messy empty bags scattered on the ground, and it was obvious that the old man was not the only one who was robbed tonight.

Zhou Qingfeng approached from the darkness and said coldly, "Hand over the things."

The two thugs were about seventeen or eighteen years old, both of them were thin. They looked up and saw Zhou Qingfeng standing alone in front of them, feeling a little uncomfortable.

A thug with an afro asked in surprise, "Who are you? Get away from me! Stop making trouble!"

Another thug was even more direct. He pulled out a folding knife, shook it in his hand, and threatened, "Hand over the money!"

Zhou Qingfeng was already feeling impatient on the way here. He didn't bother to talk nonsense and swung a baguette, hitting the afro on the head.

The baguette was the food the old man had dropped on the ground. It was hard and hadn't broken even after being stepped on. Zhou Qingfeng picked it up and used it as a weapon.

The 'Afro' guy was hit by the 'baguette' and was stunned. The damage was not great, but it was extremely insulting.

Seeing this, another gangster rushed up with a knife in hand, but Zhou Qingfeng dodged it easily and elbowed him in the back, knocking him to the ground.

After just one round, the two thugs knew they were no match for their opponent. They groaned in pain and struggled to get up and escape.

Zhou Qingfeng calmly lifted the corner of his shirt, revealing the pistol under his ribs, and said coldly: "Did I allow you to leave? Which is faster, your legs or my bullet?"

The two thugs suddenly froze in place, their faces pale, their hands raised high, not daring to move anymore.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and shouted coldly, "Hand over everything you've stolen. Don't make me say it again."

The thugs didn't dare to resist and obediently emptied their pockets and handed over all the stolen property.

Zhou Qingfeng sneered and said, "You should be thankful that I'm an FBI agent now. If it were any other time, you two would have already lost your heads. Get lost!"

The two thugs fled as if they had been pardoned. Zhou Qingfeng looked at their backs, shook his head, picked up a few bags scattered on the ground, and turned back.
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When Zhou Qingfeng brought back the stolen items in just two or three minutes, Lucy and the old man both exclaimed in surprise.

but.
"This is the first time in my life that I've seen someone handle a case so efficiently." The old man was a little skeptical and asked Lucy in a low voice, "Are you sure this guy is from the FBI?"

"Probably. I'm not sure." Lucy didn't dare to give a definite answer. "I've definitely never seen such a good federal agent."

"How did you two know each other?" the old man continued to ask.

"He suddenly came to me and said he wanted to investigate some situations. I said I knew nothing, and he left. But..." Lucy roughly described the process of Zhou Qingfeng's appearance.

The old man immediately made a judgment, "This guy is definitely not the FBI. The real FBI is not so easy-going. If they really want to investigate you, they will take you away directly."

Lucy nodded slightly, "I think so too."

When Zhou Qingfeng came back with the bag, the old man immediately smiled and thanked him repeatedly before finding his wallet. "Thank you so much, young man! You've been a great help!"

Lucy also patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder with an excited expression: "Well done! I knew you could do it!"

More than one bag was recovered, and some of the bags contained mobile phones or business cards. The old man recognized some of the owners.

Lucy called. Before long, a number of people began arriving in the parking lot, their faces filled with surprise and gratitude. However, all the owners, afterward, expressed deep skepticism about Zhou Qingfeng—was there such a "public service" FBI? They'd never seen one!
But the benefit of this "help" is that Lucy allows Zhou Qingfeng to stay with her temporarily and even live in her apartment. If there is any news about Grandpa Hammer Lee, she can inform him first.

Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt that Hammer's granddaughter was interesting. At first glance, she looked like a naive person, but in her heart she was just like her grandfather, who would dig holes for people to fall into without making any noise.

Could this be a family tradition?!
Lucy's financial situation was very tight, and the apartment she lived in was shabby, with peeling paint on the walls and creaking floors.

She worked two jobs day and night to barely earn enough money to support herself. The burden of life made her breathless, but she never complained and was quite optimistic.

The next morning at 6:30, before it was fully light, Lucy struggled out of bed, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and prepared to go out to her first job.

Zhou Qingfeng slept on the sofa in the living room. He refused to follow Lucy like a follower, so he simply took out two thousand dollars in cash and bought her work time for the next week.

Lucy was stunned for a moment, then took the money and asked playfully, "What is this? A special allocation from the FBI?"

"Consider it the cost of special witness protection. I believe you're in danger and don't want you running around. Also, think carefully about where your grandfather might be."

When it comes to spending money, Zhou Qingfeng is not stingy at all.

But that’s not the end, right?

At 8:30 in the morning, Mr. Ander, who came from last night, came to the door on his own initiative and brought with him an anxious middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face was full of fatigue, his eyes were sunken, and it was obvious that he hadn't slept well for several days. As soon as he entered the door, he said anxiously:
"Agent, my daughter ran away from home for a week. I called the police to look for her, but they said she's doing fine and just doesn't want to come home."

What?
Zhou Qingfeng felt bewildered. The three-day FBI crash course Gray Shark had arranged didn't teach this. He subconsciously rubbed his chin, pondering how to respond.

Mr. Ander added, "Agent Victor, this is my neighbor. His daughter, only fifteen, suddenly ran away from home. We really had no other choice, so we came to you for help."

Zhou Qingfeng muttered to himself, "What's going on? I'm clearly here to carry out a mission, so how did I become a community mediator?"

But he remained calm on the surface and asked, "Did your daughter behave in any unusual way before she left home? For example, did she have an argument with someone, or did she do anything unusual?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "No, she just disappeared suddenly. I searched all her friends' houses but couldn't find her. The police said she was fine, but I'm still worried..."

Zhou Qingfeng sighed, feeling somewhat helpless. He took out his phone, called Grey Shark, and briefly explained the situation.

On the other end of the phone, after listening to the conversation, Gray Shark grumbled, "Teenagers are very rebellious, and they probably went to a classmate's house to have fun.

The police confirmed that the child was not lost or injured, and indeed refused to provide the child's current information - this is a kind of political correctness in America, which is particularly liberal.

Zhou Qingfeng frowned and asked, "What should I do now?"

Gray Shark smiled and said, "You shouldn't be concerned about this kind of thing, and you certainly shouldn't be looking for me. I'm just doing some shady business and have a few connections in Miami.

I can’t help leaving Miami.”

As luck would have it, Grey Shark added, "If you really want to intervene, it's not impossible.

The people standing behind you are the "dog" agents of the Government Efficiency Department. They are weak in law enforcement, but they are no match for the Department of Homeland Security in investigation.

You should ask Captain Thomas, he must have a way to find out."

One sentence wakes up the dreamer.

Zhou Qingfeng was a bit of a righteous man, and he felt that it was unacceptable for a teenager to run away and not come home just because his father forbade him from taking drugs, partying, or having sex.

He actually called Thomas and briefly explained the situation.

On the other end of the phone, Thomas' face turned green when he heard Zhou Qingfeng ask him to help find a girl who ran away from home.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You are a wanted criminal in the whole world, don't call me casually!

"Let the local police handle this kind of thing. Why are you getting involved? Your main job is to find Hammer Lee."

Zhou Qingfeng was silent for a moment, then asked, "Thomas, you are also a father, right? What would you do if your child was rebellious enough to run away from home?"
"Will you wait until she becomes addicted to drugs, develops serious illnesses, develops ulcers, hangs out with a bunch of rubbish, and her life is ruined at such a young age? Will you then try to save her?"

Thomas was stunned by the question and didn't say anything for a long time.

Zhou Qingfeng continued, "If you don't help, I'll think you're too cold-blooded, no better than Diaz of the Tree of Justice.

Our cooperation ends here. I will find another way to deal with those who threaten me. If we ever become enemies, I will show no mercy."

On the other end of the phone, Thomas was silent for a few seconds. Finally, he sighed and said, "Send the girl's information. Give me five minutes."

In fact, it took less than five minutes, only two minutes later, Zhou Qingfeng received an address and a web link.

The address is two blocks away, not far.

The web link is an account similar to "Friends Circle", which is full of photos of parties with alcohol, speakers, marijuana, and everything else.

The girl I was looking for was among them, but she didn't fit in with the atmosphere of the party, so it seemed there was still a chance of saving her.

Zhou Qingfeng forwarded the address and link to the father and said, "Your daughter is here, and her friends don't look like good people."

The father was relieved to see his daughter was still alive and kept thanking her, "Thank you so much, Agent! You've been a great help!"

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and said calmly, "No need to thank me, go find her quickly."

The father nodded repeatedly and turned to leave.

As he walked out of Lucy's apartment, he said to the old man Ander who was leading the way, "This FBI agent is pretty good. Fortunately, he's a fake."

Old Man Ander smiled, shrugged, and whispered, "Yeah, fake ones are better. Only fake ones can help us."
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At this moment, a station wagon drove past the apartment building where Lucy lived. Two ordinary-looking 'cleaners' sat in the car, carefully observing the apartment and its surroundings.

"Hammer's granddaughter lives here. She must know where the old man is hiding. But there are so many residents in this building, so it's difficult to move."

"It's okay. We're officials. We can come to her house and take her away directly. If she resists, we can arrest her. After all, she has a criminal record."

(End of this chapter)