Invasion of the United States

The cardboard box was heavy, containing at least a hundred more stacks inside.

The lieutenant held onto the item, his breathing became heavier. He asked Zhou Qingfeng for the destination and confirmed it was a large farm a hundred kilometers away. Recalling Director Matthew's confession, he had no more doubts.

But...

"Taking an armored vehicle there would be a bit slow." The lieutenant thought for a moment and decided to help thoroughly, "Flying there would be much faster."

Flying?

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the only police helicopter on site, which could only hold six or seven people including the pilot.

This few people going up against an extremely vicious gang would be risky. He valued the deterrence of the armored vehicles that the security team could bring.

The armored vehicles were equipped with heavy machine guns. A burst of blank cartridges could scare people significantly.

The lieutenant glanced at what Zhou Qingfeng was looking at and shook his head, "I'm not talking about this thing, but some colleagues who are doing night flight training.

Call them over to make some extra money by giving us a ride. It's fast."

Night flight training?

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help asking, "What are your colleagues flying?"

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Meanwhile, at the Chris family farm, the barbecue party was at its peak.

The bonfire illuminated drunken faces, intertwining laughter and clinking glasses, everything felt wonderful.

However, Old Chris's face was dark like storm clouds before the rain. He had just ended a call with Deputy Director Schulte; the unease in his heart growing stronger.

He called his eldest son, John Chris, to the side, and angrily whispered, "The FBI is re-investigating the White Beach Town case, that Director Matthew is finished!

What exactly did you do to make people find us here?"

According to the current unwritten rules for dealing with illegal immigrants in the United States, getting some cheap labor wasn't a big deal.

After all, without illegal immigrants, the price of the bottom labor market in the United States would soar, triggering a series of vicious cycles like price hikes.

Even if Immigration caught them, the Chris family would at most pay some fines and repatriate the illegal immigrants.

But the current situation clearly wasn't like that.

Facing his father's questioning, John "Funeral Bell" Chris reluctantly explained, "Father, this isn't my fault.

I sent people to pick up the goods that Matthew delivered. After the truck came back, there were a batch of immigrants from Colombia and two beautiful women tied up in the compartment.

I don't know what Matthew was planning. Maybe he hoped we could sell those two women for him. After all, such goods are easy to sell, many clients are willing to pay high prices."

Old Chris listened and directly slapped his eldest son's face, the crisp sound particularly piercing in the night air.

The family members around the bonfire all turned their heads, the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

"Idiot!" Old Chris whispered through clenched teeth, "Those two women are obviously not ordinary goods! Alwаys rеаd аt thе sоurсе—МV@LЕМР@YR.

Someone calling your phone means you've provoked someone with connections! Tell me, what did they say?"

John Chris covered his face and quietly recapped his conversation with Zhou Qingfeng.

When he mentioned "Department of Homeland Security," Old Chris's face turned even darker. Before his son could finish speaking, he slapped him again.

"Slap!" This slap was heavier than the previous one, making his eldest son stagger.

"If the other party could find you accurately, it might really be related to the Department of Homeland Security! You didn't take it seriously, it's simply courting death!"

Old Chris's voice was filled with anger and anxiety.

John Chris finally realized the seriousness of the problem, hesitantly saying, "Should I… release them immediately?"

"Release? What do you mean release now!" Old Chris roared furiously, "Maybe the person who called you has already come to kill us!

You should immediately handle those two women, leave no traces! Even if someone investigates, just deny everything!"

John Chris nodded, "Yes, Father. I'll do it tomorrow…"

"Idiot, do it now!" Old Chris interrupted him almost screaming.

John Chris didn't dare delay any further, turning quickly toward the farm's warehouse.

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Meanwhile, two CV-22 Osprey tilt-rotor aircraft arrived at White Beach Town, becoming the summoned aerial taxis.

They came from Herbert in Florida, belonging to the US Air Force 1st Special Operations Wing, 8th Squadron.

The massive bodies descended from the sky, drawing an arc in the night air, with the rotor's roar breaking the night's silence and the strong wind blowing the ground trees violently.

Zhou Qingfeng and others quickly boarded. He personally walked into the cockpit, silently placing a few stacks of thick US Dollar cash.

The two helmeted pilots looked down at the pile of money, their lips slightly curling up. One of them saluted with two fingers together, loudly assured, "We'll reach the target overhead in fifteen minutes!"

Zhou Qingfeng nodded, turned back to the cabin. Around him were over twenty security team members who came to earn some extra money and provide support.

Sitting by the window, Kongges gripped his rifle tightly, eyes fixed outside, with only one thought in his mind: "At all costs, kill any enemy."

In the night sky, the stars were dim.

The engine roar sounded again. The massive body slowly ascended, speeding toward the Chris family farm.