Invasion of the United States

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At this moment, the test farm was loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

The night in the tropical seaside city was filled with oppressive heat, and from afar, one could hear the low conversation of Mexican guards, with a hint of murderous intent.

Xiao Jinlang, Chen Rui, and others had all their communication tools confiscated and were thrown into this so-called "private room"—a secret room formerly used by the Chris Clan to detain illegal immigrants.

The walls were mottled, emitting a faint musty smell. Apart from a rusty iron door, the room had only a few broken beds and a narrow bathroom that barely allowed one to turn around.

The lighting was dim, there were still some damp stains in the corners, and there were dark bloodstains on the sheets and walls, silently testifying to the despair once held here.

Time was sliced up mechanically and coldly.

Every day at the set time, the guards would open the iron door, throw in a few simple meals—hard bread and a bowl of bland soup, then slam the door shut with a "bang".

Besides eating and sleeping, there was nothing else to do here.

Xiao Jinlang sat against the wall on the cold floor, his eyes dark. He could never have imagined that Zhou Qingfeng would turn against him so decisively, without a moment's hesitation.

Even more terrifying was that the kid still commanded a considerable number of Mexican guards.

These people were utterly devoted to Zhou Qingfeng, almost treating him like a savior, obeying his every word without question.

In other words, if Zhou Qingfeng were to have any mishap, everyone in this "private room" would be buried with him.

"Mr. Xiao, what exactly did you give that kid?" Chen Rui's voice broke the deathly silence. His six-foot-three bulky body was squeezed into this cramped space, looking extremely constrained.

Since being disarmed, his previously tough demeanor seemed to have been drained away, and now he hung his head, with a hint of unwillingness in his tone.

Old Xiao glanced up at him, his gaze as sharp as a knife, and retorted, "Do you know why you were sent to Miami?"

Chen Rui opened his mouth, a dry chuckle squeezed out of his throat, like self-mockery, "Because I talk too much, and my temperament isn't stable enough, making me unsuitable for high-security, high-pressure positions."

"So..." Xiao Jinlang elongated his tone, with a hint of reprimand in his voice, "don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked."

This statement seemed to ignite the fuse, as Chen Rui suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with anger. He slapped his thigh, his voice suddenly rising:

"I've been exiled, and you still want to suppress me? I crossed the ocean to get away from you bureaucrats,

and you're still playing officialdom games with me here?

You think you can still control everything? I don't care what you gave that kid, but if he dies, we're all finished!

In the room, there were also a few other "informants" who were likewise confined, all young faces sent here under the guise of engineers.

They initially thought this was an easy job, but who knew they would become prisoners overnight.

At this moment, their lives were no longer their own. Huddled by the beds, they inevitably felt a bit panicked, still reeling from the shock of the sudden change.

Zhou Qingfeng did not intend to test these people with tricks, nor did he employ torture. This was not a probe, but a high-stakes gamble—he had already bet all his chips, the outcome already set.

The more Chen Rui talked, the more agitated he became. He simply stood up, took a few steps to stand in front of Xiao Jinlang, and roared down at him: This vеrsiоn wаs sоurсеd frоm М|V|L^ЕМРYR.

"Do you know who identified us? It was that former CIA employee, Lux! You think that kid only distrusts those two American bodyguards?

Wrong, he trusts no one! But he's bold enough to keep various factions under his control.

The Mexicans rely on him for survival in this godforsaken place, and those two American agents rely on him for their benefits.

Now, we are the same. We can only hope he stays alive, or we'll end up dead just as cluelessly as we were sent here!"

He panted heavily, glaring at Xiao Jinlang, as if he had made up his mind, "I don't care anymore, if I die, I want to know why!

What did you give him exactly? Is it poisonous? Does it work? If there's an issue, you better say so now, I don't want to be a wrongful death!"

Old Xiao's face was livid, the veins at his temples twitching slightly. He knew that at this moment, bringing up discipline and rules would be of no use against Chen Rui. Any evasion or excuses would only add fuel to the fire.

After a moment of silence, he squeezed out some truth, "I was only responsible for passing the message and communicating this time. As for what specifically was in that injection, and its effects, I don't know either.

I believe what's in the injection is real because the country does have a good impression of that kid, and there's no need to sabotage this matter, nor any intention to kill him.

But no one expected the kid to use himself as the first test subject because the country had only tested it on animals. So the outcome is unpredictable."

The room suddenly fell into a deathly silence, only Chen Rui's heavy breathing echoing around.

The dim light cast skewed shadows, like an invisible chain, firmly trapping everyone.

Now, life and death were truly uncertain!