Invasion of the United States

The last time at the underground hospital, after being tracked by 'Dias', Zhou Qingfeng was hiding in the shadows, always looking for an opportunity to eliminate this pesky ghost.

However, information about 'Dias' was pitifully scarce; no such level of intelligence officer could be found on the official website.

The outside world knew nothing about him; he had multiple identities for cover, and even his address was kept secret from the average person.

Since Zhou Qingfeng successfully infiltrated the 'Ministry of Health', everything suddenly became simple. By just reviewing vaccination records, 'Dias'' personal information and family details were laid bare.

At this moment, 'Dias' lay on the cold floor of his living room, eyes wide open, bloodshot, as if the unwillingness before death still lingered.

Zhou Qingfeng, wearing black gloves, carefully pried open his eyelids, using a high-precision macro camera to closely capture the fine patterns of the iris.

Then, he used the unfrozen blood of 'Dias' as ink, like stamping, carefully pressing his fingers onto ten specially-made fingerprint stickers.

After accomplishing all this, Zhou Qingfeng unzipped two black body bags and shoved the bodies of 'Dias' and his wife into them.

As an experienced intelligence agent, 'Dias', to avoid surveillance, had deliberately chosen a high-security residential area in Maryland.

The residents were sparse here, security measures were comprehensive, and ordinary thieves couldn't get close. But this defensive line was laughable against any formidable opponent.

After packing the bodies, Zhou Qingfeng picked up a portable walkie-talkie and said softly, "Cervantes, bring the team in for cleanup."

A few minutes later, an ordinary green garbage truck slowly drove into this quiet neighborhood.

Several calm Mexican men got out of the vehicle, led by Cervantes, the same person who once drove a truck to ram the governor's vehicle.

He had come over from Mexico, now wearing a dark blue security uniform, nonchalantly directing his companions.

The two body bags were unceremoniously thrown into the truck's back compartment, mixed with other household waste.

A few hours later, this 'Dias' couple would be sent to the incinerator as 'nameless corpses', turning to ash in the fierce flames, completely vanishing from this world.

Cervantes also brought two carpet cleaning machines, skillfully spraying pungent organic solvents onto the spreading bloodstains on the carpet, running the machine to clean repeatedly.

After cleaning, he would take out a UV light, carefully illuminating the floor to ensure no blood traces invisible to the naked eye remained.

The entire process was like a professional cleaning service, efficient and thorough.

After the cleaning was done, they still needed to 'age' the scene, adding footprints, stains, dust, etc., as if the owner had never left.

Zhou Qingfeng still had a thin layer of black stockings covering his head, watching the busy men and casually asked, "How's your business lately?"

Cervantes grinned, revealing a toothy, honest smile, "With the funds you provided, boss, our logistics business has been quite profitable lately."

"Running goods with the 'Warthog'?" Zhou Qingfeng asked back: "Low-altitude vehicles are convenient, but they don't carry much, only suitable for transporting high-value items. Thе М|V|LЕ&МРYR tеаm wоrkеd hаrd оn this сhаptеr.

"No, no..." Cervantes waved his hand repeatedly, his smile growing brighter, "The risk with high-value goods is too great; we mainly run some livelihood supplies now."

He lowered his voice, smiling cunningly: "Old Juan got a few second-hand cargo ships, secretly shipping eggs to the United States. Even if the Coast Guard finds out, they don't care; they need cheap goods themselves.

Apart from eggs, we also sell toilet paper, furniture, kitchenware, garage tools, and the like.

Old Juan doesn't use the big supermarket channels but relies on his connections to set up his network.

We sell at prices over half cheaper than the market. Just the markets in Texas and Florida are enough to keep us busy.

As for the 'Warthog', we use it to run goods into impoverished areas in Mexico, like Old Juan's hometown.

As long as you offer incentives, there are plenty of young people willing to come out and work with us, so they don't have to grow those illicit crops anymore."

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but chuckle helplessly, raising his hand to pat Cervantes on the shoulder, gratefully saying, "Thank you for coming to help on time; otherwise, these two bodies would really be hard to handle."

Cervantes laughed heartily, showing a nonchalant expression, "That's what we do. And this community's security has insiders; they are willing to help for money."

Several Mexican men divided the work clearly, after moving the bodies and started operating the carpet cleaning machines, which emitted a rumbling noise.

Due to the very low density of this residential area, the nearest neighbors are tens of meters away, separated by thick hedges, they couldn't hear the commotion here.

Meanwhile, Zhou Qingfeng, holding 'Dias'' fingerprint, iris data, and mobile phone, quietly went up to the second-floor study.

The room was dimly lit, with only the computer screen emitting a faint glow.

'Gray Shark' sat in a wheelchair, intently staring at the complex code window on the screen, striving to crack 'Dias'' encrypted database.

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Since confirming that Zhou Qingfeng would take charge of the 'Ministry of Efficiency', 'Gray Shark' was excited like a hound about to be released, eager to become a 'dog' agent, sniffing out those secrets hidden in the shadows.

For this opportunity, disregarding the risk of secondary infection, he resolutely left the nuclear silo refuge in Montana and boarded a plane to Washington D.C.