Invasion of the United States

Without saying a word, he aimed at Zhou Qingfeng's back and pulled the trigger repeatedly, "Bang bang bang!" The bullets ripped through the air with a sharp whistling sound, bursting various food packaging bags on the shelves.

At the same time, rapid footsteps came from outside the convenience store, and an accomplice who was on lookout rushed in with a shotgun, shouting, "What happened?!"

As soon as he entered, he saw the blood splatter behind the counter and, without any hesitation, fired his gun.

The shotgun blasts scattered like a heavy rain, shattering the glass cabinet doors instantly, sending shards flying. The shelves were hit and began to sway, the piercing noise of metal clashing and glass breaking echoing through the space.

Zhou Qingfeng reacted quickly; he rolled sideways behind the shelf, bullets grazing his shoulder and causing a searing pain.

He crouched in the narrow aisle, echoes of screams and chaos surrounding him.

Terrified customers on the floor dragged themselves towards the corners, leaving long red streaks of blood mixed with dust and debris on the floor.

The robbers' shouts rose one after another: "Kill him! Don't let him get away!"

The gunfire was as dense as drumbeats, leaving the walls pocked with bullet holes, resembling a wasteland ravaged by a violent storm.

Zhou Qingfeng moved in a half-crouch, using the tilted shelves and scattered goods as cover, occasionally peeking out to shoot back.

Every bullet he fired was extremely calm and extremely precise.

"Bang!" A bullet hit the short robber's shoulder, causing a bloom of blood. The guy screamed in pain, almost dropping his pistol.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't get greedy; after hitting his mark, he quickly withdrew, narrowly avoiding the roar of the shotgun and the furious robber.

Drink bottles at the top of the shelves were shattered, liquid splashed everywhere, making the floor wet. The lights on the ceiling flickered, the gunfire making the walls flash bright and dark.

Screams, roars, and gunfire intertwined, the scene chaotic and violent, like a sudden storm swallowing the solitary island of the night.

The shotgun's magazine soon emptied, and the robber at the door's courage plummeted from its peak. He no longer cared about his accomplice, turned, and ran, trying to hide in the darkness outside the gas station.

However, Zhou Qingfeng recognized amidst the dodging that his opponent was using a short-barreled shotgun. After counting five shots, he immediately stood up and aimed at the target's back...

One shot took him down. Nоtе: Chесk М_VLЕМРY_R fоr аny соrrесtiоns.

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The gunfire gradually subsided, leaving the convenience store in a state of wreckage and the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The short robber lay beside the shelves, blood gushing from the shoulder wound, staining the tiles beneath him red.

He gasped for breath, his face full of pain and anger, struggling to lift the handgun lying beside him but couldn't even raise a finger.

Zhou Qingfeng walked out from behind the shelves, coldly glanced at him, raised the gun slightly, "Bang!" A crisp sound, the bullet striking his forehead.

For a moment, the store fell silent, then the suppressed breathing of the surviving customers broke it.

A few people curled up in the corner, their clothes in disarray, faces covered in dust and blood, eyes dazed and terrified. They slowly stood up, supporting each other, hardly believing they were still alive.

Zhou Qingfeng, like an uninvolved bystander, expressionlessly squatted down to pick up the supplies that had fallen from the scattered baskets.

He also chose a pair of black cotton socks and a pair of size 43 gray sneakers, squatted down, and replaced the ill-fitting broken shoes on his feet.

The rubber soles of the new shoes made a slight creaking sound on the shattered glass, feeling much more comfortable.

He grabbed a brand new canvas backpack from beside the counter and stuffed all the items into it, as calmly as checking out at a supermarket.

The survivors looked at him, their eyes complex, filled with fear and a bit of disbelief.

This young Asian man was too fierce, having just taken down three robbers amidst gunfire, now "shopping" as if nothing had happened. His indifference and composure sent chills down their spines.

No one dared to talk to him, even their breathing became unintentionally lighter, afraid to draw his attention.

Zhou Qingfeng slung the backpack over his shoulder, turned, and walked towards the door. The wind chime on the glass door jingled in the night breeze.

He pushed the door and left, his steps steady, his figure disappearing into the dim light outside the convenience store, leaving behind a scene of blood and devastation.

The night wind swept through, dissolving the last wisp of smoke, and in the distance, sirens could be faintly heard, but they were far from arriving.

As he walked a dozen steps, rapid footsteps sounded behind him. He quickly turned his head and saw the woman who had earlier called for help stumbling after him.

"Wait! You… you can't just leave like this!"

Zhou Qingfeng looked at her coldly. She bit her lip, mustering her courage to take a step forward, her voice trembling yet determined:

"You saved me, I'm very grateful… If you get prosecuted, I can testify for you in court."

Zhou Qingfeng's eyes remained indifferent, "I didn't save you, they wanted to die themselves. You can go if you want, just don't follow me."

The woman stood dazed, then quickly ran to the gas station parking lot. After a short while, she drove a car over to Zhou Qingfeng's side, rolled down the window, and asked:

"Do you want to get in? My car can give you a lift."