Invasion of the United States

On the television screen, the live broadcast of the Orlando riot was like a frenzy of visual spectacle, with shots switching rapidly at a suffocating pace.

Flaming streets, dumpsters burning fiercely, the roar of helicopters, the howls of rioters, and the figure recklessly riding a heavily equipped Harley.

For viewers miles away, it was undoubtedly an exhilarating feast, with social media full of jokes about "Florida doesn't keep idle hands."

But for the residents of downtown Orlando, this "feast" was horrifying, like a blade hanging over their heads.

Hari sat on the old sofa in the living room, the fluorescent light from the TV cast on her tense face, flickering light and shadow.

The house had long been closed up, heavy curtains drawn tightly, and the door lock checked several times.

However, she knew if the rioters broke in, she and her elderly grandmother would be powerless to resist.

Hari had been vehemently opposed to Zhou Qingfeng's self-exposing adventure from the start.

As dusk fell, the streets began to grow chaotic.

She took considerable risks to go to Zhou Qingfeng's hiding place, hoping to keep an eye on that guy and stop him from doing anything impulsive.

However... that guy took Hari's original silk stockings and rode off on a heavy motorcycle.

Before leaving, when Hari asked where he was going, he only replied, "You will soon find out."

Now, the television broadcast gave the answer.

Zhou Qingfeng, riding the silver Harley, was like a wild horse in the rioting streets, charging through as if no one was there.

"Oh my God..." Hari murmured. Her heartbeat was like a drumbeat, with anger, worry, and indescribable shock intertwined.

On TV, the host's voice was already breaking with excitement: "He rushed into the city hall, our governor is in danger!"

At that moment, the phone in the living room rang. Hari's grandmother answered with a "Hello," and then her face turned very serious.

"Grandma, who was on the phone?"

"Your great-uncle is coming over."

"Who?"

"He is named Juan, and he is here to see you."

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Five minutes later, hurried knocking broke the tense silence in Hari's house. Four or five unusual men were outside the door, led by an older man.

On ordinary days, Hari would never open the door but instead grip a .38 caliber small handgun, ready to fire at anyone who dared to come in.

But Hari's grandmother signaled her to stay calm, peeked through the curtain by the door, and then opened it.

It was the mechanic from the test farm, the Mexican leader under Zhou Qingfeng, the weathered Old Juan.

He wore a faded denim jacket, covering a gun at his waist.

As soon as the door opened, he strode into the room, arms open to give Hari's grandmother a warm cheek-to-cheek hug.

A faint scent of tobacco and engine oil filled the air, indicating he had just rushed over from somewhere dusty. This translation is powered by the readers at M|V|LE9MPYR.

"Oh, old sister, long time no see!" Juan grinned, showing uneven teeth, his tone full of the warmth of a long-awaited reunion.

Hari's grandmother patted his back, a warm smile on her wrinkled face: "Juan, you're still the same, never changed."

In their brief conversation, Juan's gaze shifted to Hari, sizing her up, "This is Hari, isn't it? She's grown so much! The last time I saw her, she was just a shy little girl."

"Kids grow up fast, she's already forgotten you." Grandma walked towards the kitchen, "In the blink of an eye, they grow up, their wings strengthen, and they want to fly out to their own world."

She brought out a pot of freshly brewed coffee, the steam rising up, along with a plate of freshly baked corn pastries, filling the air with their aroma, hoping to ease the tension in the room.

But Juan clearly had no time for leisure, he waved off the invitation to sit and have coffee, his face darkened, and he got straight to the point.

"Hari, I saw the videos you posted online. That 'Holy Light' president is my boss and the lifeblood of our family.

The damned United States government has listed him as a wanted criminal, and I must rescue him.

I know you didn't tell the police the truth, now I need you to tell me, where is the boss actually?"

Hari was stunned, not knowing how to respond, she looked blankly at her grandmother.

Her grandmother nodded, "Hari, this is indeed your great-uncle Juan, he is family, he won't harm you."

Hari instinctively murmured an 'Mm,' her gaze involuntarily drifting to the TV. On the screen, the television station was replaying the footage of Zhou Qingfeng's wild ride through the streets.

The silver Harley roared like a ferocious beast across the riotous streets, its engine's rumble shaking the camera.

Juan followed her gaze, instantly understanding, and sighed softly, "Wow, our boss sure is ruthless.

He takes revenge directly, sees the enemy in front, and kills them without a word. I hope my arrangements are still in time."

Soon, the information Old Juan received was spread through coded and encrypted communications, reaching everyone involved in tonight's rescue action.

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At this moment, Governor Ellison Parker was being roughly shoved to the back of the building by a special operations team as if he were a serious criminal.

The office workers in the building were already in chaos, screams echoed everywhere. They looked around bewilderedly, trying to find answers in each other's eyes—what was happening outside?