Invasion of the United States

Zhou Qingfeng's shotgun spun in his palm, the lever-action mechanism making a crisp "click," ejecting the spent shell and chambering a new round.

Then five shotgun blasts were unleashed like a storm—every shot made the gun rotate once.

The continuous five gunshots hit the hood of a police car, instantly causing it to smoke heavily; another police car's tire was blown out, making the car lose control and flip, blocking the road.

The street was in chaos, with wrecked police cars and debris scattered everywhere. The smell of burnt rubber mixed with gasoline filled the air.

Shrill sirens still echoed in the distance, but the pursuit had clearly weakened, like the brief calm after a storm.

Inside the armored car, Governor Ellison Parker and the special operations captain watched the rear chaos through the bulletproof glass.

The hunter, evidently caught in a heavy siege, still pursued relentlessly. What on earth was he chasing? Was he really unafraid of death?

This almost insane persistence filled the two with a vague chill, as if being stalked by a bloodthirsty beast from which they could not escape, no matter how they ran.

At this moment, the car's radio suddenly crackled, followed by a steady male voice:

"This is Lieutenant Lula of the *** Infantry Regiment of the National Guard. My company is posted near Ninth Street, awaiting orders."

This voice was music to his ears. The governor almost lunged at the communicator, grabbing it with a trembling voice:

"This is Governor Ellison Parker of Florida! We are heading towards Ninth Street, under terrorist attack, being pursued by a hunter! Get here immediately to protect me!"

At the other end of the radio, Lieutenant Lula was momentarily stunned. He was merely performing his duty by reporting his position over the public channel and never expected the governor himself to reply.

The special operations captain took over the communicator, explaining the situation concisely and rapidly: "The governor's vehicle is a modified bulletproof Lincoln, being closely followed by a heavy motorcycle.

We are about to pass through Ninth Street; intercept the motorcycle after the governor passes, and do not let it approach."

"Understood," replied Lieutenant Lula, his voice deep as his company had fortified at over a dozen intersections on Ninth Street, cutting off traffic. Anyone trying to pass would be rigorously checked.

After quickly confirming the governor's route on the map, he personally led a squad of soldiers to guard the most critical intersection.

Two troop carriers were positioned across the middle of the road, leaving just enough room for the governor's bulletproof Lincoln to pass.

The soldiers used the vehicles as cover, armed with military automatic weapons, their faces solemn, ready to handle any sudden situation.

Within half a minute, a luxurious, bulletproof Lincoln appeared at the end of the street, its body covered in bullet holes and scratches, clearly having undergone an intense chase.

Not far behind the Lincoln, a silver Harley motorcycle followed like a ghost, its engine roaring piercingly on the empty street.

"Let the Lincoln through and stop the motorcycle behind it!" ordered Lieutenant Lula loudly.

The soldiers moved quickly, and the two military vehicles began to slowly close the intersection after the Lincoln passed through.

However, just as the Lincoln was about to cross the intersection, chaos erupted!

From the other end of the street, a twenty-to-thirty-ton heavy truck suddenly appeared, charging forward like an uncontrollable steel beast at a terrifying speed. This content is presented by M4VLEMPYR.

Its headlights pierced the gloomy street, and the roar of its engine was deafening.

"Scatter! Quickly scatter!" Lieutenant Lula shouted at the top of his lungs, but it was too late.

The heavy truck crashed into the space between the military vehicles, the massive impact overturning them, sending debris flying everywhere. Dozens of soldiers were thrown around, their screams echoing continuously.

Some were flung several meters away, others were crushed under the vehicles, and chaos ensued instantly.

At the moment of impact, Lieutenant Lula was flung from the military vehicle, and as he hit the ground, his internal organs shifted, leaving him immobile.

The heavy truck, having completed its collision, now lay across the road, blocking the Lincoln's escape route. The Lincoln's special operations driver, though slowing down and braking, still crashed into it.