Invasion of the United States

This is first-hand information about the 'Tree of Justice'. Xiao Jinlang was greatly amazed to learn that this terrorist organization was actually supported by the thirty million US dollars provided by Zhou Qingfeng.

"You gave them another forty million US dollars later?"

"After the rack was delivered, they urgently demanded money. If I didn't give it, they'd take my life." Zhou Qingfeng was also quite helpless.

"The Department of Homeland Security is more powerful than the CIA and the FBI. I haven't figured out their background and don't know what they have planted beside me.

Especially that guy named Dias, who is he exactly? I have no information at all. I'm also restricted from leaving the country and can only stir trouble within a limited range.

I agreed to pay and help them purchase the racks to make a scene.

Hopefully, it will draw enough attention domestically. With sufficient interest driven, someone might come to pull me up."

Old Xiao did not make any comments on the spot; he was just exceptionally serious, inquiring in detail about all information related to the 'Tree of Justice', especially the process of the 'Caribbean' terrorist attack.

After asking, Old Xiao remained silent for a while, a trace of apology appearing on his face. He sighed gently and said in a low tone:

"Xiaozhou, this matter is too complex. I can only report it, but whether I can help you or not, I can't promise anything."

Zhou Qingfeng expected this response and replied with a bitter smile: "I know. The bureaucratic system, right? After telling you, you must report according to the rules.

But the result of the report, who can say for sure? It might not be beneficial to me, and there might be reverse risks."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grinned, "But it's okay, go ahead and report. I'm mentally prepared. If you can help, help me out. If not... I'll find a way myself."

Upon hearing the words "find a way myself," Old Xiao's heart tightened as if something had struck him hard.

He suddenly remembered that the young man in front of him was not ordinary—this guy had once caused a huge commotion with two carrier battle groups at sea through "purchasing agents".

Who would believe he had no power?

Old Xiao squinted and scrutinized Zhou Qingfeng, trying to see more clues on his playful face.

At that moment, Zhou Qingfeng casually patted Old Xiao's shoulder: "By the way, has the thing I wanted been delivered?"

This casual pat subtly balanced the atmosphere between the two—it was neither a condescending grace nor a debt of favor, but an equal conversation.

Old Xiao showed no reaction on the surface, but in his heart, he esteemed the young man a bit more. However, he quickly realized he had still underestimated Zhou Qingfeng.

Originally, there was only security captain Chen Rui quietly following them, looking somewhat desolate on the empty farmland.

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng asked, he pulled out a small walkie-talkie from his waist, whispered something.

Soon, the low rumble of engines came from the direction of the distant farm dormitory. Two gray electric pickups quickly drove over, kicking up a cloud of dust, and stopped in front of them.

As the doors opened, five or six lean and dark-faced Mexican bodyguards jumped out.

They wore simple work clothes, their waists bulging, obviously armed. Each had eyes as sharp as wolves, moved as swiftly as tigers, and surrounded Old Xiao and Zhou Qingfeng in an instant.

The scene was instantly filled with an invisible sense of oppressiveness.

Chen Rui stood aside, his face looking a bit bitter. He glanced at Old Xiao, his eyes seemingly saying:

"I wrote clearly in my report that this guy has an underground force, absolutely not a mindless hothead."

Old Xiao's face remained calm, but he instinctively underestimated this young man who had just come of age.

He originally thought he was deep in the wolf's den to comfort a trapped 'informant'. Now witnessing firsthand, he finally realized who the real leader in this den was.

With things as they were, Old Xiao did not panic but laughed heartily to break the ice: "Brought it, brought it, how could we dare neglect your requested item?"

He turned around, walking towards his black Jeep, opened the rear trunk, and took out a silver-gray low-temperature box.

Old Xiao skillfully entered a string of codes; with a "click", the box popped open, releasing a layer of white mist.

He reached inside carefully, taking out a serum needle housed in a transparent container. The needle reflected a faint light in the sunset, the liquid swaying slightly, exuding a mysterious aura.

Xiao Jinlang explained: "After returning to the country, the equipment and virus strains related to Project X were immediately studied by the academicians. E!n.j*oyi&n-g the s#to$ry? F^ind m!o#re# at M.V*-L*EM!PYR..

In a few culture tanks, they found the 'semi-finished product' you mentioned—the protein structure was verified by mass spectrometry, matching the data you provided perfectly.

After purification and separation, the team began gradual animal testing. There was no response on mice, but chimpanzees showed significant effects.

However, due to limited time and few samples, domestic clinical trials haven't been advanced yet, and the toxicity side effects are still unclear.

Just judging from the data provided by the US Military, they should have already… Hey, kid, what are you doing?!"

Old Xiao was explaining enthusiastically when he was interrupted by a sudden cry.

Zhou Qingfeng was standing beside him, deftly unbuttoning his shirt cuff, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the bluish veins on his arm.

With an expressionless face, he handed the faintly glowing needle to the Mexican bodyguard next to him, his voice deep and certain: "Inject me."