Invasion of the United States

In the afternoon, after a few hours of tedious and monotonous tracking, the bounty team's seven-seater SUV stopped at the entrance of a clinic in the Lloyd Community.

As the team leader, Stock pushed the door open and got out of the car, finding a black-skinned thug lying on the ground at the clinic's entrance.

The guy was groaning incessantly, crying out in pain, his voice shattered by the agony.

"Are you the one who called us?" Stock walked up and pulled out his phone, roughly shoving the screen in front of the black-skinned thug's eyes. "Open your eyes wide, have you seen this man?"

On the screen was a surveillance screenshot from the blood collection center, showing a red-haired, tattooed man holding a handgun with a cold expression.

The black-skinned thug didn't respond immediately, sweating profusely from the pain, gritting his teeth, and shouting, "A thousand US Dollars, I need a thousand US Dollars to get medical treatment in the clinic."

"A thousand US Dollars isn't enough?" Stock sneered, shaking his head, and pulled out a box of powerful painkillers from his pocket. "I think what you need isn't a thousand US Dollars, but this."

Seeing the painkillers, the black-skinned thug reached out to grab them. But Stock stomped his chest with a foot, "Say something useful first."

"Duke Street, that kid went with an old lady from Duke Street. I know that old lady, she has a pretty granddaughter named Hari."

After obtaining an address, Stock threw a powerful painkiller at him and turned to leave.

The black-skinned thug cursed angrily, "Wait, you can't do this. I'm seriously injured and need treatment, at least give me some money."

"You only deserve painkillers." Stock couldn't be bothered, returned to the seven-seater SUV, jumped into the driver's seat, and commanded in a deep voice, "Drive back, to Duke Street.

That guy is likely there, we probably just missed him. He most likely changed his appearance again."

The process of investigation and capture requires a lot of patience. The bounty team was used to running back and forth, waiting for the target to exhaust themselves and reveal a flaw.

But before the vehicle could start, another commercial vehicle suddenly appeared, accompanied by the screeching of brakes, stopping in front of the SUV.

"Hey, Stock."

A burly man got out of the car, walked up, and tapped on the SUV's window, forcefully peeking inside, immediately catching sight of the miserable-looking Lisa and Annie in the back seat.

"Wow, this isn't right. How could you treat two lovely girls so roughly? I'm going to report you for illegal detention and abuse."

The burly man, as if seizing some leverage, laughed fearlessly outside the window.

He was a peer, yet an adversary. Stock angrily cursed, "Bastard, what are you here for?" Thе М|V|LЕ&МРYR tеаm wоrkеd hаrd оn this сhаptеr.

"I'm here to see how you die!" The burly man laughed loudly, took out his phone, clicked on a link, and showed it to Stock.

Stock only glanced at it and couldn't help but curse, "Fuck, has that kid gone crazy?"

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The wanted Zhou Qingfeng suddenly appeared in an unconventional manner.

A girl named Hari posted a few photos on her social media account: Zhou Qingfeng, wearing a simple black T-shirt, stood at her doorstep, a tired yet determined smile on his face.

The caption read: "My grandma met the fugitive 'Holy Light' CEO while grocery shopping, didn't expect him to be quite friendly!"

Below the photos was a several-minute-long video interview, where Zhou Qingfeng spoke to the camera, his tone steady yet accusatory:

"I have been unjustly oppressed by U.S. politicians, and the FBI's warrant is merely a tool for them to eliminate dissidents.

I encountered two kind-hearted girls in Orlando, Lisa and Annie, who offered me temporary shelter.

But just because of this kindness, they have been illegally detained and even abused by a group of bounty hunters!"

He paused, his gaze piercing the camera, and said coldly, "Although I am in danger, I must stand up and condemn such shameless violence.

I hope those captors surrender to the police immediately and release those poor girls. But I know they have long lost their conscience, so I have to step up directly."

This self-revealing action immediately blew up the internet. Towards the end of the video, there were several clips of the bounty team and their seven-seater SUV.

Particularly during the moments when the car was parked and the doors opened, the long-focus lens captured the miserable conditions of Lisa and Annie in the back seat.

Bounty leader Stock sat in that black seven-seater SUV, staring at the phone screen, his face full of horror.

This meant that while he was busy searching for the target's whereabouts, the target had already launched a counterattack, secretly following him.

On social media, Hari's video spread rapidly like a virus, with the comments full of onlookers:

"This CEO just made big news!" "This guy really dares to play, even being a fugitive, he dares to show his face publicly?"

That 'blond' president at the White House gained numerous followers back then with his unconventional, jaw-dropping style.

Zhou Qingfeng was clearly copying this path—he didn't care whether people liked him, only that the show was dramatic enough to make the whole world watch him.

Stock's social media account gained tens of thousands of followers within an hour, the comment section exploding:

"Where are Lisa and Annie?" "You scum, let them go!" "Wait for the police to come for you!"

He threw his phone down hard, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, cursing under his breath, "How did that kid know about me?"

His mind raced for three seconds, then he slapped his thigh, understanding it immediately—he had underestimated this opponent, vastly underestimated him.

Stock had posted information about capturing Zhou Qingfeng in several community social groups, including surveillance screenshots and reward amounts, thinking he could get some clues.