Invasion of the United States

Outside the farm villa, several Mexican guards stood in front of the iron gate, coldly blocking Monica's car.

The security captain shook his head in front of the car window and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, you can't enter now."

"What do you mean? Don't you recognize me?" Monica's voice was sharp and angry, "Who told you to stop me?"

"It was a direct order from the boss." The security captain still looked apologetic, answering with a low and stiff voice, "No one can enter except those he allows."

Monica was stunned for a moment, then anger shot straight to her head. She opened the door and got out of the car, the sound of her heels clattering crisply on the ground, shouting explosively:

"I'm a partner in the company, what gives you the right to stop me? Call that damn kid out to see me!"

The guards didn't budge, they just coldly watched, not moving an inch, their fingers deliberately or inadvertently resting on their holsters.

No matter how Monica commanded, shouted, threatened, or cursed, they didn't move an inch. Forced to her limit, she fired her gun into the air as a warning and then pointed the loaded gun at them.

The sudden change made Monica both furious and intensely despairing — no one had ever treated her like this before.

The men she thought she could manipulate at will had never looked at her directly, seeing her only as a pawn to be discarded after use.

Now, the brat had spread his wings, not only turning the tables but also humiliating her in this way — shutting her out without even bothering to give an explanation.

This only made Monica more unwilling to accept it, accompanied by an urgent frenzy — if you don't grovel before me, I'll destroy you.

Unable to enter the villa, Monica had no choice but to seek out Lux and Yeager to find out what was going on — only to get no answers.

The two bodyguards, who had once been like guardian deities by Zhou Qingfeng's side, now appeared like eagles with clipped wings, weak and powerless.

Without Zhou Qingfeng's approval, they had no place to intervene at the farm, no one listened to them. Without financial or personnel authority, they were merely well-paid tools.

The key point was, after Zhou Qingfeng met with Xiao Jinlang, he immediately detained him. Besides the few Mexican guards on the scene, no one knew he had been injected with the agent.

And apart from Xiao Jinlang, no one knew the effect of the agent either.

The Mexicans at the farm were usually taciturn. Having struggled at the bottom of society, now holding guns and power, their spirit instantly transformed.

Being respected, valued, and acknowledged felt extremely gratifying — they received no such treatment elsewhere. The Mexicans became ever more loyal to Zhou Qingfeng.

It was at this moment that Monica suddenly realized, from the moment Zhou Qingfeng kicked open her office door, she had lost her control over him.

Yet now, apart from tearing her face off and confronting head-on, she couldn't find any other way to break through.

Realizing her confusion, Monica could only dial Dias from the Department of Homeland Security, saying discontentedly, "That brat's in trouble, but I have no idea what's going on."

Listening carefully to Monica's description, Dias said with some surprise and amusement:

"A young guy who's just come of age has quietly solidified his position. He's playing this power game to perfection."

Dias measured himself, and it wasn't until his thirties that he had this kind of effortless command ability.

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The team was very satisfied with this, not thinking of killing the goose that laid the golden eggs. Instead, they wanted to continue leveraging Zhou Qingfeng's financial resources and connections to make more money.

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Washington D.C., Nebraska Avenue.

The Department of Homeland Security Building stood among a cluster of low-profile but solemn edifices, its exterior gray-white, with sharp lines, exuding a sense of authority.

Dias sat in his office, after hanging up the call with Monica, his gaze fell on the computer screen on his desk.

Zhou Qingfeng's youthful and cheerful face filled the screen center. Next to it was his pitifully thin file, just a few pages recording his ordinary background.

Not long ago, the 'Dongda' US Embassy took the initiative to contact Zhou Qingfeng, inviting him to join the US Chamber of Commerce and participate in embassy activities.

This was a gesture, an official endorsement.

It silently announced that Zhou Qingfeng had entered the official view.

Should he encounter any trouble in the United States — be it a commercial dispute or a more thorny crisis — the embassy wouldn't stand idle and could offer assistance.

In this world where everyone is equal, some are still more 'equal' than others.

In other words, even if the day comes when the brat dies, his assets would be duly protected and wouldn't end up in others' hands to be freely divided and plundered.

'JP Morgan,' such a big bank, wouldn't destroy its reputation for mere billions.

Dias stared at the screen, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, thinking to himself, "This brat really knows how to find backing."

Moreover, since *** personally visited "Electric Flight" for inspection and research, the company's sales channels have fully opened up.

The company has received orders from domestic city-province and various ministries units. Some for one or two units, some for dozens.

This might be due to political correctness or adding to the brilliance, but regardless of the reason, the orders were real.

It is said due to 'special circumstances handling,' 'Warthog' will complete all tests this month, obtain 'Dongda's' airworthiness certificate, and officially start domestic sales.

'Electric Flight' has also accumulated thousands of orders in the international market, with many businessmen from Asia, Africa, and Latin America wanting to become its product sales agents.

Kelly has already negotiated a formal subcontracting plant domestically with 'Dongda,' building a semi-automatic production line, with an annual production plan of ten thousand units.