Invasion of the United States

Any excess information could bring unnecessary trouble. He only held the steering wheel tightly, eyes fixed straight ahead, continuing to drive through the night.

At one in the morning, the pickup finally arrived at the community where Helen lived.

The streets here were much cleaner than the previous immigrant community.

Although it was silent all around, the streetlights were exceptionally bright, as if they marked a safe pathway through the darkness.

Helen's house was located deep within the community, surrounded by tall trees, making it very secluded.

Zhou Qingfeng had called a few minutes ahead to inform her of his imminent arrival.

As the pickup approached, the elegant high school teacher stood on the roadside with her arms crossed, waiting for quite a while.

She was draped in a thin, light-colored coat, the hem fluttering lightly in the night breeze, her hair ruffled, making her look particularly fragile.

The halo of the streetlight cast a faint glow around her, as if she were enveloped in a gentle, serene aura. The full series is hosted on My Virtual Library Empire, known as MV7LEMPYR.

Zhou Qingfeng slowly stopped the car in front of her, rolled down the window, and met her gaze, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, Miss Helen, for disturbing you so late."

Helen gently smoothed her wind-tousled hair, a warm smile tugging at the corner of her mouth and concern in her eyes, "It's okay, come inside. You can park the car in the garage."

"No, wait a moment." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, pushed open the car door, and stepped out.

The garage space was too narrow; he had to carefully move the stretcher out of the back seat with the help of the Corpse Collector's wife.

When Helen's eyes fell on the stretcher, her pupils suddenly contracted, her breath catching slightly.

The IV drip hung high, medicine dripping slowly, while Chief Inspector Karl's head was wrapped in thick bandages, faint traces of blood visible.

She instinctively covered her mouth, letting out a low gasp, only then realizing the turmoil she was inadvertently drawn into.

"Wait, who is he?"

Zhou Qingfeng sensed Helen's unease, quickly walking to her side, his tone as calm as possible, "Don't worry, Miss Helen."

He pulled out Karl's ID from his pocket, holding it out to her, "This is Carl Vincent, a senior FBI agent.

We encountered internal betrayal and needed a safe place temporarily. Trust me, once he's awake, things will be resolved. We'll stay no more than a day or two."

"FBI? Betrayal?" Helen was stunned, her fingers trembling slightly as she took the ID, struggling to comprehend.

She looked down at the photo on the ID, then back at the unconscious Karl on the stretcher, taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

At this point, no amount of surprise would help. She nodded, her voice still a bit shaky but regaining composure:

"Alright, I understand. I'll do my best to cooperate. Enter through the back door; it's more convenient."

Helen led the way, gesturing for Zhou Qingfeng and the Corpse Collector's wife to push the stretcher through the front yard to the backyard.

The pickup was then driven into the garage; as the door closed, it felt like the outside danger was temporarily shut out.

Entering the house, Helen appeared a bit at a loss, her eyes darting between Zhou Qingfeng and Karl, still somewhat flustered, "Is there anything else I should do?"

Zhou Qingfeng replied calmly, "No, just stay calm. If possible, please get us some drinks and food."

He glanced at his dusty and blood-stained clothes, frowning slightly, "Also, I need a shower."

"Alright, the bathroom is on the first floor, the shower is on the second floor. I'll get some food for you all." Helen jogged to the kitchen.

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After the shower, Zhou Qingfeng finally had a brief moment to catch his breath.

The warm water washed away his fatigue and tension, but the doubts in his heart remained.

The clothes he'd changed out of were spinning in the washing machine. He stepped out of the bathroom in clean pajamas, feeling the oppressive silence in the house.

Chief Inspector Karl was settled in a guest room on the first floor, with the nurse laying out a bed beside him. The portable ECG monitor displayed steady waves, indicating his stable vital signs.

Helen led Zhou Qingfeng to the second floor, had prepared the bed, and brought a simple midnight snack—a few pieces of toast and a cup of hot milk.

Her face bore obvious worry, she asked softly, "Victor, what on earth happened?"

Zhou Qingfeng took the milk, sipped it, relaxing slightly, and shook his head with a bitter smile, "I don't really know either."

Although he didn't speak the truth, his mind was full of questions.

Who sent the gunmen? Who was Karl's partner obeying? Was Kongges really the blackmailer? These questions tangled in his thoughts like a mess of threads.

After finally calming Helen down and sending her to rest, his phone rang.

It was Gray Shark calling. There was a triumphant tone from the other end, "I asked around, the two gunmen who attacked you at night weren't after you at all; they were targeting Kongges.

White Beach Town is an important distribution hub for contraband in Miami, also a transit point for smuggling and human trafficking.

It's almost an open secret.

There must be people in town collaborating with gangs.

Even if Kongges isn't involved, he definitely knows about it. The FBI investigation alerted those behind him, and they wanted to silence him."

Zhou Qingfeng remained silent for a moment, quickly organizing the information in his mind, "So there are three situations now.

Firstly, I hit the jackpot, triggering an FBI investigation, which implicated Kongges with 'violent law enforcement' issues.