Invasion of the United States

After the previous batch of personnel received security training, they were divided into two groups and sent to Mexico and Brazil.

Five validation planes also left with the two groups, preparing to conduct flight tests there.

Meanwhile, domestic suppliers of 'Electric Flight' received production orders for five hundred units of parts, requiring delivery within a month by air to Miami, or somewhere in South America.

According to 'Troublemaker'—the Asia, Africa, and Latin America market is indeed dangerous, but with so many Chinese people operating and making money there, it shows that these markets are still worth exploring.

The European and American markets are profitable, but there are trade barriers and sanctions. If the Asian, African, and Latin American markets are not developed, the company has no way out.

"This guy has a clear mind and has developed rapidly, but what exactly does he want to do?" Xiao Jinlang stared at the weird-looking aircraft on the computer screen, lost in thought.

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"You ask what I want to do? I actually just want to make money!"

Zhou Qingfeng's focus is not only on 'Electric Flight.' He called Marco, urging him to quickly find buyers for 'one hundred NVL72 cabinets.'

He did not intend to do this business, but the people from 'Tree of Justice' needed to make money, and there are 'logistics channels' within the US military.

A developing organization needs money to sustain itself. The thirty million US dollars he provided saved 'Tree of Justice,' which was on the verge of collapse.

However, as a terrorist organization, they felt no gratitude—the biggest thanks was not killing Zhou Qingfeng outright.

If he didn't participate in smuggling, 'Tree of Justice' would target his billions in principal, even his life.

Marco was also complaining. He was now considered one of Zhou Qingfeng's subordinates, about to go to Miami to serve as Kongges's deputy. But now he could not leave...

"President Zhou, it's not that I haven't looked for buyers. But one hundred NVL72 cabinets—it's not something everyone can handle.

Now, domestic emphasis is on independent security, and many units prefer to support lower-performing domestic products rather than risk buying imports.

Even for enterprises with such needs, four hundred million dollars is not easy to come by. Whether private or state-owned enterprises, approving such a large amount of money requires procedures.

Moreover, this is smuggling—it is hard to account for."

Zhou Qingfeng was furious. "Find officials! Didn't you say some deputy director from the Provincial Science and Technology Department contacted you? Ask him, urge him."

"Sigh... The deputy director of the Technology Department has no authority. I asked him a few days ago, and he told me not to hurry, that line is hopeless.

I am currently contacting several major industries, they are interested but require delivery and inspection first before paying."

Marco was also frustrated. His first time doing smuggling turned out to be so troublesome.

Zhou Qingfeng was even more distressed. "I spent the money, the goods were shipped out four or five days ago, it would be laughable if there were no buyers when it arrived."

The US military charged in advance, twenty million dollars, not a cent less.

The procurement cost for one hundred NVL72 cabinets is three hundred million dollars, whether there was a discount, Zhou Qingfeng did not know, Monica handled that part, Zhou Qingfeng could only pay the bills.

If no one buys, he would be the biggest sucker.

"Think of a way, call all potential customers."

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Zhou Qingfeng hung up the phone, feeling like he had swallowed a breath of anger, the frustration rushing from his chest to his head.

If the smuggling business succeeds, he can net forty million dollars. If it fails, he would lose three hundred and sixty million dollars!

That is a deep abyss where even billions thrown in wouldn't make a sound—who could afford such a loss?

"I planned to spend billions of dollars to enjoy life, not to lose it!" He muttered to himself with gritted teeth. "No, I can't sit here doing nothing."

He searched online for the latest movements of the 'Reagan' carrier battle group.

The fleet was speeding across the Pacific, much faster than those slow merchant ships chasing fuel efficiency.

It had already crossed half of the Pacific, docked at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii, and after resupplying, it would head towards Southeast Asia.

Its route was as clear as a line drawn on a map.

According to the public plan of the 'Golden Cobra' exercise, the 'Reagan' would turn towards Tokyo after arriving near Guam, to merge with the 'Stanley' carrier of the Seventh Fleet. Chаptеr prоvidеd viа М|V|L@ЕМРYR.

The dual carrier battle group would head south, crossing the Philippine Sea, piercing the South Sea, and eventually conduct joint exercises with navies of surrounding countries in Thailand.

After the exercise ends, the fleet would dock in Thailand, and those ten cargo-loaded heavy trucks would disembark at that time.

As long as someone picks up the goods at the Thai port, the deal is done.

"Such a simple matter, it can't fail."

Zhou Qingfeng leaned back, thinking he could just use the 'Electric Flight' name to send someone to Thailand to pick up the goods and bring them back to China to find buyers later.

"Anyway, no one can make me lose this thirty-six million dollars for nothing, no way!"

Just as he was catching his breath, his phone vibrated, and an encrypted message popped up—from a 'friend' in the US Navy.

Zhou Qingfeng's face darkened instantly as he read the message.

His contact informed him that all transportation cargo would undergo a thorough inspection after the 'Reagan' arrives in Tokyo.

"What's going on?" He growled, almost crushing his phone.

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Too many people in the US Navy wanted to make extra money, Zhou Qingfeng was not alone in wanting to use the fleet's extra tonnage during its voyage.

Some 'brilliant' person stuffed a ton of contraband drugs into an oil supply ship, hoping to transport them to Japan for a huge profit—the black market prices in Japan were sky-high, enough to make someone rich overnight.