Invasion of the United States

When Mills rushed back to the police station with his 'bird' wagging, Monica felt nothing but disgust, as if her eyes had been defiled by that filthy thing.

After understanding what that scumbag said, she felt inexplicably excited—because inside and outside the police station, hundreds of military police had already laid a tight ambush.

Old Juan and his accomplices were locked in the detention room of the police station, waiting like bait for the prey to take the hook.

"Where is Victor?" Monica asked urgently.

"Right outside the police station!" Mills excitedly pointed to the door behind him.

Monte Verde was a small town, so small that the police station was just a large roadside convenience store, with a narrow and inconspicuous facade.

Inside the police station was even more cramped, with only a single office hall, two offices, and one detention room, with a total area of less than a hundred square meters.

At this moment, besides the detained Old Juan and others, there were only seven or eight military police including Monica inside the police station, and four "Bounty Hunters" led by Stock.

Upon hearing Mills' warning, the atmosphere in the police station instantly became tense, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to unleash at any moment.

Everyone held their breath, fingers on the trigger, eyes fixed on the door. - Half a minute passed, the door remained eerily silent, no sign of movement. Love this story? Show support at MV2LEMPYR.

"Damn, what are we afraid of? This is a police station, we have the numbers, not just police but professional detectives, why should we be so scared and cower?"

Stock impatiently spat on the floor, walked over to Mills, and kicked him in the buttocks, growling viciously, "Bastard, put your 'bird' away!"

Mills made a couple of "oh oh" sounds, fumbling to pull up his pants.

Stock kicked him again, pointing the gun straight at Mills' chest, "Go out, check the situation! What the hell is that kid doing out there?"

"I... You guys won't go, and you want me to?" Mills shook his head frantically, as if something terrifying was waiting for him outside.

Stock signaled to his companion.

Another Bounty Hunter unhesitatingly opened the police station door and kicked Mills out.

Mills let out a shrill scream, stumbled out of the police station door, and fell heavily down the steps, making a dull "thud".

Monica gripped the walkie-talkie tightly, ready to order the hundred or so military police scattered throughout the town to quickly converge into an impenetrable net as soon as Zhou Qingfeng's figure appeared.

The town was so small that if the vehicles didn't turn off their engines, they could get there in just thirty seconds. As long as the prey showed up, there would be no way out.

Mills climbed up from the ground outside the police station, looking terrified, glancing anxiously at the police station door, seemingly wanting to retreat.

But seeing the black muzzles of several guns behind the door, he could only brace himself and stand still, looking around with a mournful expression.

"No... that kid is gone."

Stock and the others quickly followed, guns pointed at any suspicious direction.

But the street outside the police station was indeed empty, only the streetlights illuminating the surrounding darkness, the night wind rustling a few fallen leaves.

"Where is the kid you were talking about?" Stock scanned the area, his eyes falling back on Mills. He grabbed the scumbag by the collar and lifted him up, "Where is he?"

Mills stammered, his fingers trembling as he pointed to the direction where he had just peed, "Over there... that kid named Victor was right there, I saw it clearly.

He must have hid when he saw there were too many of us."

Stock let him go, leading his companions to quickly dash in the direction Mills pointed.

However, besides finding a puddle of urine, there were only a few moths flying under the streetlights, with nothing else in sight.

The few of them exchanged glances, just about to turn back and settle accounts with Mills, suddenly, the streetlights in the town all went out, the darkness rapidly expanding.

Immediately, the town's transformer exploded with crackling sparks, cutting off civilian power supply.

Including the police station, all buildings lost their lights. In the next second, only a few emergency lights took over, maintaining the bare minimum of illumination.

Without lighting, the atmosphere of panic spread wantonly in the darkness, the entire town plunged into an impenetrable dead silence.

In the darkness, the low calls and hurried footsteps of the military police were heard from time to time, as if an invisible beast was quietly approaching.

Monica's heart rate suddenly accelerated, her fingers gripping the walkie-talkie tightly, she ordered in a low voice, "Everyone, stay alert. Turn on all headlights, do not move from your position rashly."

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The detention room of the police station was small and cramped, suddenly stuffed with five or six people, the air thin and pressed.

Inside was only a long bench, Old Juan, as a "privileged person," sat on it alongside the temporary lawyer they had found.

The few grandsons who followed could only stand or sit, squeezed on the cold cement floor.

Everyone's face was full of silence, the atmosphere quite oppressive.

Even the lawyer looked particularly resigned, comforting others in a low voice, "This is illegal detention, I will definitely sue them afterward."

"Sue?" Old Juan shook his head, mocking, "No, we don't need to sue, nor will we have the chance to."

"We are United States citizens, with the right to sue, even if our opponent is the Department of Homeland Security..." The lawyer attempted to do some legal education, his voice echoing emptily in the small detention room.

At this moment, Mills burst into the police station, shouting. Not long after, the lights outside the detention room suddenly went out, plunging the entire space into darkness.