Invasion of the United States

Night fell, and more and more homeless people and gangsters were running amok on the streets of Orlando.

The 'Million Dollar Reward' was nothing but a lure, or a call to action, drawing out these hot-headed individuals.

But the empty streets left them extremely disappointed—this was society's unspoken rejection of these losers.

As the number of disappointed thugs grew, their boldness increased.

At first, they let out maddening howls, smashed shop windows, overturned roadside trash cans, removed car tires and doused them with gasoline to ignite.

Thick smoke spiraled upwards in the dark like a massive serpent, obscuring the once-clear starry sky.

If just one or two groups of thugs caused trouble, the city's police could still intervene like a fire brigade.

But tonight, there were just too many over-excited thugs... one fire, one robbery, one act of vandalism.

As the commotion grew louder, even the police found themselves helpless. Over time, the streets would gradually fall, turning into a chaotic battlefield.

Shattered glass reflected the burning flames, overturned trash cans blocked the roads, and the remnants of burning cars crackled with explosive sounds.

Black smoke billowed from the twisted car frames, occasionally erupting in horrifying blasts, as if a dying monster was roaring.

Thugs roamed in groups of three or five, armed with sticks, chains, or even waving guns, their eyes gleaming with greed and madness.

Shop windows were smashed to pieces, goods from the shelves were looted, and the ground was littered with trampled packaging and debris.

Screams, curses, and the sounds of shattering glass intertwined, the air thick with the smell of burning, blood, and alcohol, as if the city was burning.

From the air, Chen Rui noticed more and more fire spots on the ground and instinctively maneuvered 'Holy Light I' to get closer.

A police helicopter suddenly hovered in front of 'Holy Light I,' casting a bright beam of light onto the ground, creating a dazzling spot.

The police radio was filled with a hateful curse: "Stop that motorcycle maniac, don't let him get away."

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In the chaotic city streets, the deep roar of an engine drowned out the noise made by various thugs, as if an awakened dominator was stirring, exuding a menacing pressure.

A silver heavy motorcycle roared out from the smoke and darkness, like a swift lightning bolt tearing through the chaotic night.

The wheels spun, phantom-like in the night, flying in the gust.

With over 120 horsepower driving a 300-kilogram frame, this powerful force surged forward like a wild giant wolf, unstoppable.

The rider on the motorcycle wore a gray trench coat, his face obscured by black stockings, charging towards the police's street barricade at over a hundred kilometers per hour without hesitation.

The barricades were temporary measures set up by the police to control the situation in times of manpower shortage. Usually, no one dared to crash through them—for the police would mercilessly empty their magazines at any provocateur.

Yet, the blocking officers never imagined anyone would brazenly rush forward. At the rumbling sound of the engine, the silver Harley charged forward like an assassin.

With a loud 'bang', the motorcycle's body lifted as it rolled over the freshly laid spike strips.

Though the anti-explosion tires were pricked by the sharp spikes, they remained unscathed, and the heavy motorcycle continued its astonishingly fast push forward.

The officers behind the barricade realized something was wrong and immediately drew their guns, aiming to stop the daring rider.

However, the rider quickly pulled out a Glock 17 with one hand while steering the bike with the other, firing first.

"Bang bang bang!" A series of gunshots rang out, bullets pouring down like raindrops—this moment called for the most exceptional hand-eye coordination to control the gun's direction. Enjoyingthestory?FindmoreatMV-LEMPYR.

The suppressed police could only hide behind their patrol cars, watching helplessly as the heavy motorcycle leaped up, riding over the police car like a battering ram.

The motorcycle's front wheel crushed the police car's engine hood, smashed the front windshield, and then flattened the car roof, leaving behind a mess.

When the motorcycle finally sped past, the enraged officers peeked from behind the police car, gritting their teeth: "I'll blow your back open!"

But before they could raise their guns, the rider used his incredible balance to control the motorcycle while speeding on, turning around to fire another round of bullets at the emerging officers.

The benefits of the high-capacity magazine were fully demonstrated, providing sustained firepower.

The 'bang bang bang' of the gunfire continued, tires burst, headlights went out, and car windows shattered into pieces.

The officers behind the barricade had no choice but to duck down again until the sound of the motorcycle's engine faded into the distance. Then, they cautiously peered out, stunned.

After a moment, the officers snapped back to reality, grabbed their radios in a fury, and angrily called for backup:

"Helicopter! Get a helicopter to 13th Street immediately, and pursue the heavy motorcycle fleeing towards the city center!"

The silver Harley had already vanished down the street, even the deep roar of its engine was gone.

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The wind howled, the engine roared, and the ground trembled; Zhou Qingfeng rode the Harley motorcycle, exuding an aura of dominance.

He gripped the handlebar tightly with one hand, maneuvering the mechanical giant wolf through the chaotic streets, while the other hand skillfully ejected the empty magazine from the Glock 17.