Invasion of the United States

His mind was blank. He turned around and, with the faint light from the living room, saw the fierce eyes of the FBI agent and the dark gun muzzle.

"Kid, I'm going to break your leg!"

Bang... The gunshot rang out, reverberating in Zhou Qingfeng's ears.

He instinctively closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly, as if he felt the bullet piercing through his body.

However, the expected pain did not come.

He opened his eyes, and saw the expression of the FBI agent frozen on his face, with astonishment in his eyes.

The agent slowly turned around and looked behind, cursing, "Fuck, Carl..." Then, as if drained of energy, he fell to the ground with a thud.

Soon, Chief Inspector Karl staggered over. Half of his face was torn, dripping blood, his gaze cold and sharp, like a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell.

Zhou Qingfeng exclaimed, "You're fucking alive?"

Chief Inspector Karl indeed wasn't dead, not by luck, but because of Zhou Qingfeng's momentary alertness.

When his partner shot at him, his gaze turned at that exact moment.

This turn made Karl see the gun muzzle aiming at his head, and he instinctively tilted slightly.

The bullet originally set to hit the back of his head grazed his lower jaw, shattering his cheekbone and exiting from the other side.

Blood spurted out instantly, and Karl's body fell heavily to the ground, the intense pain almost causing him to lose consciousness.

Due to Zhou Qingfeng's escape, the FBI agent did not check Karl's injuries carefully, nor had time to finish him off, mistakenly thinking the target was already dead.

When the FBI agent and Zhou Qingfeng were fighting in the kitchen, the fallen Karl struggled to stand up.

With blurred vision and ringing ears, anger and determination supported him. He shakily raised his gun, aimed at his former partner from behind, and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot rang out, the FBI agent fell to the ground. Please read this chapter on its original platform—M|V|L1EMPYR.

Chief Inspector Karl himself was also at the end of his rope, mouth overflowing with blood, his half-tongue spat out with the blood.

He couldn't speak, only letting out incoherent moans.

Facing Chief Inspector Karl, Zhou Qingfeng quickly took out his phone, "I'll call the police immediately and get an ambulance for you right now."

Chief Inspector Karl reached out to stop Zhou Qingfeng from dialing. His fingers trembling, he typed a line on Zhou Qingfeng's phone:

"Don't call the police; there's a mole within my colleagues. I'm barely holding on; if I'm sent to the hospital, neither of us will survive. Help me contact..."

Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng's heart sank sharply. He asked, "Contact who?"

However, Chief Inspector Karl could no longer respond. His eyes went dark, body limp, and he collapsed.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly supported him, shouting anxiously, "Hey, don't die! If you die, I'll be a murderer wanted for killing two FBI agents!"

As soon as he said that, he froze. Didn't Chief Constable Kongges run after killing two FBI agents?

Could it be... the same thing is happening again?

Looking again at Karl's deduction of "a mole," even a fool would know how serious the situation was.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly calmed down; he knew he had to act fast. He pulled Karl up and, before the police arrived, made his escape.

He had been wondering: White Beach Town was small, and although there weren't many policemen, if they were really coming, they should have arrived already.

Thinking now, there were indeed bad people in the police station.

Karl was right, if he really called the police, the arriving officers would surely arrest Zhou Qingfeng as the suspect. He couldn't take that risk.

Before leaving, Zhou Qingfeng quickly picked up two pistols and several magazines, and took the phone of the killed FBI agent.

He used the corpse's finger to unlock it, quickly opened the call log, and sent the recently received number to 'Gray Shark,' along with a message: "Find out who this number belongs to."

"Why so much trouble? I'm busy, and I need rest too." 'Gray Shark' replied discontentedly.

Zhou Qingfeng ignored the complaints, briefly describing the incident: "Two hitmen came to kill me and have been taken out.

Then two FBI agents showed up, and after one received a call, he shot the other in the head.

The shot one didn't die, but passed out. Now I want to know who called and made these two FBI agents turn on each other."

'Gray Shark' was silent for a few seconds, "Fuck, you ran into an FBI mole. Why did you tell me this?

Don't drag me into this if you want to die. I'm just doing some shady gigs to earn a living, can't fight against an organization like the FBI."

The voice from 'Gray Shark' was frantic, extremely agitated, the trouble Zhou Qingfeng brought had already exceeded his tolerance.

But Zhou Qingfeng had no choice; his situation was already dire. If the FBI could be infiltrated, who could guarantee others' innocence?

He even doubted the reliability of people around Jennifer. After all, those 'money-first' folks would betray him without hesitation at the hint of danger.

Three cars were parked outside, each seemingly carrying a hidden message of fate.

The first car was the Nissan Carl drove, seemingly ordinary, like any family car seen on the road.

But Zhou Qingfeng knew these cars were often modified, equipped with FBI communication gear and tracking systems. Although high in performance, he definitely couldn't drive it now.

Driving it would be like walking into a trap.

Dragging Carl's heavy body, Zhou Qingfeng instinctively moved towards his own car.

It was a common sedan rented from a rental company, unremarkable on the outside but with a locator installed.

If the police wanted to trace him, it would be easy. He stopped midway, furrowing his brows, his eyes landing on the pickup truck the assassins drove.

The pickup looked rundown, full of scratches and rust, seemingly inconspicuous. But it was definitely modified, powerful, suitable for escape.

Carl's body was heavy as a bag of sand, blood still seeping from his mouth, breathing weak and rapid.

Zhou Qingfeng forcefully stuffed him into the pickup's backseat, then quickly returned inside to search the assassins' bodies.

While finding the car keys, he took pictures of the assassins' faces with his phone and sent them to 'Gray Shark' for identification.

After sending the photos, he quickly returned to the pickup, started the engine.

The pickup's engine roared quietly, powerful indeed. Zhou Qingfeng gripped the steering wheel but had no clear destination in mind.

He drove onto the highway outside the town, speeding, but soon turned back towards White Beach Town.

Just then, 'Gray Shark's call came in, "The two assassins are the Lippi Brothers, low-level scum, usually taking cheap dirty jobs."

"Scum?" Zhou Qingfeng sneered, his voice tinged with self-mockery and anger, "Those two scum almost killed me."

"That's because you're so bad," 'Gray Shark' mocked, then asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"I don't know." Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the rearview mirror, feeling his head about to explode, thoughts in chaos.

Carl was still unconscious in the back seat, face pale as paper, breathing so weak it was barely noticeable. Blood kept seeping from his lower jaw, staining the seat red.

"I need to find a doctor; otherwise Carl will die."

"Listen," 'Gray Shark's voice suddenly turned serious, "You're in great danger now. The Lippi Brothers might be low-level, but someone must be behind them.

Being able to take them out doesn't mean you can handle their boss. Dump the FBI agent, I'll find a place for you to hide."

"No." Zhou Qingfeng rejected flatly, "Carl can't die. His partner could kill him in front of me, surely he has a way to shut me up too.

Saving him is saving myself. Get me a doctor, now."

'Gray Shark' burst out in a low roar: "Damn it, do I owe you? I only met you today. Why are you bossing me around?"

Zhou Qingfeng laughed threateningly: "Just say if you're helping or not? If you're not, I'll call Mr. Griffin across your house right away.

I'll tell that rigid, stingy old guy that you've been secretly spying on his daughter for over a decade. Your hard drive's full of her private photos from her childhood to now."

The other end of the phone went silent.

After around ten seconds, 'Gray Shark' asked angrily and panicking: "Bastard, how do you know this? Not even my mom knows."