Invasion of the United States

Before the heavy truck appeared, the three helicopters in the sky saw military vehicles and soldiers of the National Guard appear ahead on the road.

Hosts from various media outlets cheered, believing that their state governor, despite a series of sudden incidents, would finally escape the pursuit of the assassins and live on by sheer luck.

The hosts and guest commentators were already preparing their congratulatory words in their minds, condemning the terrorist acts of the assassins — but then the heavy truck appeared, cutting off Governor Ellison Parker's chance of survival in an instant.

The live broadcast seemed to freeze at this moment.

The camera focused on the scene of the collision. The image of the heavy truck and the 'Lincoln,' which had sent debris flying, stood still in the middle of the street like two rigid statues.

All the media hosts opened their mouths but found themselves unable to make any sound, their throats seemingly blocked by something.

The guest commentators also fell into brief silence, their previously incessant analyses coming to an abrupt halt, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing echoing through the microphones.

The viewers in front of the screens held their breath, their heartbeats seemingly synchronizing with the frozen image.

The high-speed chase, filled with tension and excitement, had at this moment fallen into an eerie stillness due to the brutal and abrupt collision.

Nobody knew what would happen next, but everyone could feel that the finale of this deadly pursuit was drawing near.

A few seconds later, the host finally found his voice, trembling uncontrollably as he said, "Dear viewers, we have just witnessed an extremely serious collision accident…

The 'Lincoln' carrying Governor Ellison Parker has been severely damaged. The status of the people inside the car is currently unknown, and we can only pray to God."

The guest commentator also finally came to his senses, "This is clearly a meticulously planned interception; the appearance of the heavy truck is by no means a coincidence.

Although the 'Lincoln' is bulletproof, the passengers inside were likely injured due to the fierce collision… We can only wait for further news."

The viewers in front of the screens stared intently at the image, cold sweat seeping from their palms. What will be the outcome of this deadly chase?

Will the fugitives successfully escape, or will the pursuers finally succeed? Everyone's hearts were suspended in mid-air, waiting for the next moment to reveal the truth.

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The 'Lincoln' was speeding at over one hundred and fifty kilometers per hour before the collision, like a shell shot from a cannon. Fin*d t$hi*s. ch-a+pt.er^'#s so@u%rce on MV@-*LEM-PY&R.

With a deafening crash, it slammed into the midsection of the heavy truck, the immense impact instantly deforming the vehicle, with the front completely embedded under the truck's chassis.

Despite the 'Lincoln' having a bulletproof body, the A-pillars were severed as if made of paper, the roof caved in, and the front doors were twisted out of shape.

The airbags all deployed in an attempt to cushion the impact, but it was all in vain.

The special agent driver was crushed in the deformed driver's seat, blood seeping from beneath the shattered dashboard. He had died instantly, with no chance of survival.

Governor Parker and the special agent captain in the back seat, although wearing seat belts and protected by the airbags, barely held on to their lives.

However, their limbs hung limply from the seats, temporarily losing the ability to move, and even lifting a finger seemed difficult.

Zhou Qingfeng approached from the rear on his Harley, stopping beside the 'Lincoln.' He dismounted and walked to the severely deformed vehicle body, peering inside through the cracked, broken window.

The window was covered in spider-web-like cracks, but he could vaguely make out Governor Parker and the special agent captain in the back seat, their faces covered in blood, still showing weak signs of breathing — they were still alive.

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The heavy truck's window slowly rolled down, revealing a face tanned by years of labor, grinning at Zhou Qingfeng, "Boss! I'm Cervantes, your bodyguard."

Zhou Qingfeng frowned and shook his head, indicating he had no recollection.

The truck driver was unfazed, taking out a phone to show a photo of himself with Zhou Qingfeng, "I know, I know, Old Juan said you might have amnesia."

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the photo but still didn't respond. He turned and walked towards the two overturned military vehicles.

The vehicle bodies were covered with dents and scratches from the collision, and the interiors were empty. Except for a few unlucky ones who were dazed from the crash, the rest of the soldiers had scattered in all directions.

They were clearly terrified by the sudden attack, fearing more intense strikes to come.

As the company commander, Lieutenant Lula had been commanding from one of the vehicles and was thrown out during the collision, landing heavily on the ground.

He felt at least a few ribs were broken, struggling for a long time before barely managing to prop himself up, attempting to call for help.

But nobody reached out to help Lieutenant Lula. Instead, a figure in a black trench coat and a stocking cap approached him.

Lula instinctively reached for the gun at his waist. But as soon as his hand touched the grip, the other party had approached and casually kicked him.

The handgun flew out of Lula's hand, skidding to the roadside a few meters away. Lula still wanted to struggle but found he had no strength left to stand.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped over Lula's body, his gaze sweeping over the overturned military vehicles, eventually stopping at the heavy-caliber M2 machine gun on the roof.

He skillfully unlocked the machine gun's mounting mechanism, lifting the heavy weapon along with its ammunition box.

At this moment, the piercing sound of sirens once again tore through the night sky. Several Orlando police cars sped in from various directions at the intersection, the flashing red and blue lights enhancing the police presence.

The leading police car, brimming with "valor," caught sight of the badly distorted 'Lincoln' and, filled with hot-blooded zeal, drove straight up to the heavy truck without hesitation.