Invasion of the United States

Before dawn, two Ospreys returned to Herbert Air Force Base in Florida.

The fierce wind from the rotors had not yet dissipated when an Air Force major shouted angrily over the radio:

"Where the hell did you two crews go? You're three hours late for the night flight training, I almost thought you crashed."

A crew member responded over the radio, "Sir, we had a mechanical failure during the flight and had to make an emergency landing. We only came back after resolving the issue."

"Do you think I'm an idiot? If you really had a malfunction, you wouldn't have made it back at all."

Disbelieving, the major stormed out of the control tower, got into a jeep, and drove to the tarmac to board one of the Ospreys.

Inside the cabin, the pilot gave another explanation, "A human trafficking gang kidnapped two young women. When exposed, they might kill them to destroy the evidence at any moment.

The governor ordered the National Guard to assist the FBI in the investigation. The situation was urgent, and a friend from the Guard asked for help to quickly transport personnel.

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"Job?" The major was even more furious, "You're moonlighting behind my back? I'm taking you to a court-martial!"

The pilot stepped aside, revealing a cardboard box behind him filled with US Dollar cash, stacked in dozens of bundles.

In an instant, the major was swayed by the 'sincerity' in the box. After contemplating for a long time, he realized that 'a friend from the Guard' didn't actually refer to someone from the Guard.

The pilot continued, "Sir, this wasn't moonlighting. We only decided to help after receiving confirmation information from the Department of Homeland Security."

The major was taken aback, his tone softening slightly as he cursed, "Get off the cabin and tell me everything about this friend of yours."

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At sunrise, the morning dew on the iron fence of Chris's Farm was evaporating, and the roar of police helicopter rotors shattered the morning tranquility.

An M1126 armored vehicle of the National Guard rolled over the muddy farm path, and two companies set up a security perimeter in the farm's orchard.

The barks of over a dozen police dogs rang out one after another. Agents, stepping on the soft humus, led members of the Chris Gang while excavators unearthed compacted soil.

"Oh my God..." When the first skeleton was unearthed, a young agent's gloves were stained with dark brown liquid seeping through the plastic bag.

The medical examiner's markers quickly filled the entire orchard, with white tags eerily arranged in the sunlight, like a field of distorted dandelions, making one feel a chill even in broad daylight.

On the dirt road surrounding the farm, CNN's satellite broadcast truck crushed abandoned scarecrows.

Reporters jostled to break through the security line, their long lenses focusing on the curled skeletal remains in the excavation pit—some plastic bags had torn, exposing the deceased's gray-white remains.

"This is an ABC news special report!" The female anchor's voice trembled with excitement, "We are witnessing the most horrifying human trafficking and murder case in United States history..."

When the camera switched to aerial shots from the helicopter, the producer had to blur out some close-ups.

The twisted bodies were like dolls discarded by children, with some plastic bags oozing foul-smelling unknown liquids.

As the Governor of Florida slammed the table and vowed to get to the bottom of it at a 10 AM press conference, Zhou Qingfeng was soaking in Jennifer's villa's jacuzzi.

Opposite the tub was a hundred-inch screen, displaying the excavation site of the 'shocking case.'

Amid the steam, he watched droplets of water slide down the marble wall, remembering the brain matter he accidentally stepped on last night—it didn't feel disgusting at the moment, but now he found the sticky sensation revolting.

"Sir, here is your iced coconut juice." The maid lightly tapped on the bathroom glass door, bringing in the drink and juice, and asked attentively, "Would you like me to turn on the jacuzzi massage?"

"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng had overworked his brain last night and indeed wanted to enjoy some different services to relax.

Just as he thought the maid would massage his shoulders and scalp... she removed her clothes, tested the water temperature with her foot, and stepped into the jacuzzi.

The bathtub water overflowed, and the massage intensity was strong.

At that moment, the phone rang, it was Old Beck. His opening laugh came through, "Victor, last night's trouble is mostly resolved."

I have made a deal with four FBI agents, they will embellish their report and won't mention your involvement."

The maid straddled him, first relaxing his scapula. Zhou Qingfeng picked up a melon piece from the fruit plate and listened while eating.

"Deputy Director Shult was confirmed to be the Chris Clan's protector. His subordinates surely can't withstand scrutiny. But now that he's dead, no one wants to go down with him.

Chief Inspector Karl has been sent to the hospital and is currently in good condition.

The Miami Branch doesn't want a scandal either and prefers to maintain its image, so they will handle this low-key.

As for the governor and the state government, they will confirm the legality and compliance of last night's National Guard deployment. After all, politicians still need to campaign and don't want to give their opponents any leverage.

The only problem is with the Air Force; further coordination is needed since it's not under the same system. But I am really curious, how did that lieutenant manage to get you an Osprey from the Air Force?"

Zhou Qingfeng thought for a moment, then simply replied, "I gave him money."

"Hahaha... It seems you are getting the hang of using wealth. Oh, and Kongges." Old Beck suddenly lowered his voice, "Are you sure you want to save him?"

"His daughter is my... "Zhou Qingfeng was just beginning to speak when he was interrupted by laughter.