Invasion of the United States

In the early hours, the town of Monte Verde was awakened by the roar of engines.

More than thirty military and police vehicles appeared on the streets inside and outside the town, causing the residents to be alarmed.

Monte Verde is a small town with a population of less than two thousand, with only a few streets. Hundreds of fully armed military and police officers quickly got out of their vehicles, sealing off the town completely.

Monica stood in front of a mobile command vehicle, staring into the dark night, with a few wrinkles on her forehead.

Mills and Stock, like two loyal guards, followed Monica, trying to flatter this Department of Homeland Security woman.

Especially Mills, who still had bruises on his face, yet showed exceptional diligence, even a bit servile.

He leaned towards Monica, "Madam, you have nothing to worry about. That guy named Victor is nothing remarkable.

I know everyone around him, only about a dozen people, all poor Mexicans who can't stir up much trouble."

He paused and added, "There are just over two hundred Mexicans in the town, and I know them well. If you need to catch anyone, I can lead the way."

Unlike Mills' eagerness, Stock kept a grim face and cautiously said, "Miss Monica, we might have come too late.

It's been at least two or three hours since the suspect last appeared. That time is enough for the target to drive a hundred kilometers away."

Monica seemed unconcerned with their words, focusing entirely on the Juan and the heavy truck Mills mentioned.

The heavy truck was a critical cover-up used by Zhou Qingfeng, now abandoned outside the town, empty and forsaken.

Old Juan posed a thorny issue—an illegal Mexican immigrant, with a secretive whereabouts, difficult to trace.

But catching the old man would lead to his deportation, completely cutting off Zhou Qingfeng's biggest aid.

"Without anyone around him, catching that kid would be easy."

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But... finding Old Juan was much easier than imagined.

This senior, over fifty, did not hide as expected but swaggered into the Monte Verde police station with a few subordinates, voluntarily reporting the case.

Upon hearing the news, Monica immediately headed to the police station.

As soon as she walked in, she saw a few dark-skinned, rough-handed Mexican men at the front desk, calmly submitting their documents to the duty officer, describing their stolen truck.

Old Juan stood at the front, his demeanor calm and distinguished.

Mills followed Monica, and when he saw this scene, his eyes widened, especially when Old Juan and others took out their driver's licenses, causing him to exclaim: First seen on MV4LEMP|YR.

"You... have citizenship? How is this possible!"

Old Juan turned back, glancing coldly at Mills with disdain and disgust. He replied indifferently, "What? We can't be American citizens?"

"No, no, that's absolutely impossible!" Mills shouted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, yelling in the police station,

"Fake, these must be fake! They're illegal immigrants without green cards, no money, no assets, no skills, how could they get citizenship?

These documents must be forged!"

Monte Verde is a small town with a pitifully small police station, usually only three or four officers on duty, even quieter at night.

If Monica hadn't suddenly brought in a large force, the sheriff wouldn't have reluctantly come in for overtime.

Hearing Mills' commotion, the sheriff registering the theft impatiently raised his head, replying coldly, "I've checked the documents, these gentlemen legally acquired citizenship a month ago."

This statement hit Mills like a heavy hammer, leaving him stunned, his expression turning from shock to confusion, and finally into an inexplicable dismay.

He had gone to great lengths, even resorting to deceitful means to marry a white girl to barely obtain US citizenship.

He always considered himself a 'city person,' looking down on his fellow Mexican immigrants as 'country bumpkins.' But tonight, this sense of superiority was completely shattered.

Monica, however, had no interest in Mills' emotional turmoil. She didn't care whether Old Juan had citizenship or what his status was.

Her goal was clear: to control Old Juan and extract information about Zhou Qingfeng from him.

She stepped forward, coldly demanding, "Mr. Juan, we need your cooperation for an investigation."

Old Juan had already anticipated this and calmly pointed to a man in a suit beside him, "Of course I'm willing to cooperate with the police, but my lawyer must be present."

"Lawyer?!" Mills exclaimed in disbelief again, "You have a lawyer? Where did you get the money for a lawyer?"

Old Juan spent his life working diligently, enduring the greasy mechanic job for decades, never imagining he'd ever succeed.

Now in his old age, Holy Mother Mary seemed to open her eyes, finally rewarding this unfortunate old man.

Old Juan didn't speak but slowly raised his wrist, with a "IWC" watch worth tens of thousands of US dollars gleaming in the light.

Mills' gaze was firmly attracted to the watch, his eyes widening as if blinded by it. He stared for a while before stuttering: