Invasion of the United States

This young man's not bad. He's surrounded by so many of us yet he's not afraid, nor does he flee in panic. You can tell he's a good match for Hari.

Great, fantastic. With such an excellent guy taking care of my daughter, I, as a father, can feel at ease.

By the way, Uncle Juan, why are you here? And with so many people? Surely you're not here to test this young man too?

No need for a test, trust Hari's judgment. I have no objections to the guy she likes.

Mills' face was as thick as a city wall, mumbling and stammering, he managed to make up a bunch of nonsense to cover his embarrassment.

Even the few street thugs who came along kept nodding, indicating they were there for the reasons Mills stated, absolutely no other intentions.

Hari hummed beside Zhou Qingfeng, glaring angrily, expressing her extreme dissatisfaction.

Old Juan stared at Mills, his eyes as sharp as knives: "Get out... Hari doesn't like you and neither do I."

Mills was relieved, hurriedly nodding and bowing: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm an unqualified father. I'll leave immediately, right away!"

After saying that, he turned and winked at his subordinates.

The group of street thugs had long lost their previous arrogance, each one quickly ducking back into their cars. Amidst the roaring engines, several cars quickly reversed and fled the scene in panic.

It was only after they had driven two blocks that the atmosphere inside the car slightly relaxed.

One thug couldn't help but curse, "Mills, are you fucking crazy? That guy's no weakling, he's clearly a tiger! You almost got us killed!"

Mills wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up! That guy got lucky this time, but next time... next time I won't let him off so easily!"

However, the confidence had already left his voice, seeing himself about to be used as a punching bag by the disgruntled thugs, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Don't rush, I've got a plan. That Asian guy really is rich and he's indeed wanted for a million US dollars. Let me make a call." Content presented by MV|LEMP|YR.

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A few minutes later, Bounty Hunter Stock received the latest news about Zhou Qingfeng, learning that the target might be hiding in a small town near Orlando called Monte Verde.

Over an hour later, Stock and three accomplices arrived near the bar in the town where Zhou Qingfeng had left, seeing Mills' group.

The two tracking forces converged at this moment.

Stock's group were the unique kind of 'Bounty Hunters' in the United States, specifically handling tricky cases for the police or employers, all licensed to carry firearms and connected in both the legal and underground circles.

Due to holding Lisa and Annie hostage, Stock had once suffered a loss at Zhou Qingfeng's hands and had since been determined to get revenge.

He filmed Hari to make a 'hunting video', then contacted the Department of Homeland Security and linked up with Dias' group, all for revenge.

Seeing Stock, Mills plastered a smile on his face, reaching out to get acquainted: "Hey, brother, you're also here for that Asian guy, right? We could cooperate..."

Before he could finish, Stock suddenly darted forward, grabbed Mills by the collar, and slammed him against the car, yelling angrily:

"Idiot, you let go of a fugitive worth over ten billion dollars, with a bounty of a million dollars? Do you know you've ruined my big plan!"

Mills was startled by the sudden move, struggling and yelling: "Wait... what do you mean? Are you fucking crazy? We have more people, don't mess around!"

Stock's grip tightened: "More people? With these few street punks?"

He signaled to his men, and three accomplices instantly stepped forward, each armed with a short-barreled assault rifle, coldly aiming at Mills' group.

The street thugs turned pale at the sight, dropping their iron rods and bats to the ground, raising their hands in surrender.

Mills was also frightened by the display but still kept a stiff upper lip: "Do you want to cooperate? We can catch that guy together!"

"Cooperate?" Stock sneered, his voice full of disdain, "You think you're fit to cooperate with me? Do you even have the brains for it?

I've been spreading the word everywhere just to get some leads. If you had kept your cool and called me sooner, that jerk Victor wouldn't have escaped!"

Mills, angered by Stock's tone, shouted with his neck stiff: "I don't know what you're talking about! That guy running off has nothing to do with me!"

Stock's eyes turned cold, he suddenly punched Mills in the stomach. Mills bent over in pain, dry heaving a few times but still gritted his teeth, refusing to give in.

Stock, relentless, grabbed his collar again, shouting fiercely: "Tell me, where did that Asian guy run off to?"

"I don't know!" Mills bit his lip, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, "This is assault, I'm going to sue you!"

Stock sneered again and punched Mills in the face: "Sue me? You? Can you even afford a lawyer? You probably don't even know which way the courtroom door opens!"

An hour later, Monica arrived at Monte Verde by helicopter.

After landing, she glanced at Mills, who had been beaten to the ground, and also at the respectful Stock. She walked over to the street thugs and flashed her Department of Homeland Security credentials.

"Who will explain the situation specifically?"

"A heavy truck? A heavy truck came to pick up that guy?"

"Good, tell me the exact time and place you encountered the heavy truck. As long as he's using ground transportation, I can track him."