Invasion of the United States

In the evening, the golden sunset slowly sank into the horizon, casting the last rays of light on the shimmering waves.

The 'Caribbean' cruise ship set sail slowly in the twilight. Its gilded bow sliced through the rose-colored sea, creating ripples upon ripples.

The eighteen-deck-high ship towered skyward, draped in a golden veil in the glow of the sunset.

On the third main deck, Zhou Qingfeng leaned against the railing, facing the salty sea breeze, enjoying the sunset view, and gazing at the endless darkening world.

Maurice, from 'Apocalypse Creatures,' seemed a bit sneaky, looking around nervously beside Zhou Qingfeng, as if afraid of being seen.

A couple of days ago, Zhou Qingfeng had approached this guy, willing to offer some help in exchange for him becoming an informant—technical data was unnecessary, as ordinary people couldn't understand it and it could easily lead to trouble.

He just hoped Maurice would provide some inside information.

Maurice was also from a 'small town achiever' background, intelligent and well-paid, but lacked some connections to 'help' him out.

He was cautious enough to use an unfamiliar number to call Zhou Qingfeng that night, but Zhou Qingfeng hung up on him immediately. Find this chapter's source on MV-LEM-PYR.

FBI Deputy Director Carl might still be monitoring their numbers, so precautions were necessary.

Zhou Qingfeng now had several phones and corresponding numbers. One was public, for discussing everyday topics only.

One came from the Department of Homeland Security's Dias, highly secure but not secure from Dias.

Another came from 'Gray Shark,' handmade, rough but functional for calls, texts, and emails. The encryption program was written by 'Gray Shark' themselves.

In different scenarios, Zhou Qingfeng used different phones.

After reconnecting, they chose a time to appear on this 'Caribbean' cruise ship.

The band's melodious tune on board mingled with the sea breeze, becoming one with the rhythm of the waves.

The lights on the deck lit up one by one, making the entire ship sparkle like a star in the night sky, dazzling and dreamy.

According to Maurice, 'Apocalypse Creatures' actually had weak research capabilities and not much development potential. Spending billions of US Dollars on it would be a waste.

Because there were too many Indian staff in the lab.

Initially, Professor Amir Khan was the only Indian in the lab's management. Four years later, Indians in the lab had reached triple digits.

This group had made a mess of the lab, with few achievements and many problems. If it weren't for the military's secret support, the lab would have closed down long ago.

The military's X project was actually done elsewhere; 'Apocalypse Creatures' just used illegal immigrants in 'White Beach' town for cheap "clinical trials."

This work was very 'dirty' and seriously violated research ethics, something any conscientious researcher would avoid.

Thus, there wasn't much of value in the lab, but Professor Amir Khan used the military's resources to set up a secret group for private projects.

This group was working on extending the X project, and had recently developed some interesting things in the past six months, including a body enhancement agent worth noting.

When Zhou Qingfeng heard the term 'body enhancement,' numerous memories flooded his mind. The mRNA vaccine of the X Virus had body enhancement effects, and he had once injected it.

This was why he brought Maurice on this 'Caribbean' cruise ship—Professor Amir Khan vacationed on the cruise for two days and one night on the last weekend of each month.

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The casino on the cruise ship was extremely noisy, becoming an annoying cacophony in Professor Amir Khan's ears.

He stared at the bad hand in his palm, sweat beads forming on his forehead—lost again, throwing away two or three thousand US Dollars in less than half an hour.

As he irritably tugged at his tie, a formally dressed waitress quietly appeared at his side, flashing a professional smile.

"Are you Mr. Amir Khan? Congratulations on becoming the lucky guest of this 'Caribbean' cruise trip. You are upgraded free to an ocean-view first-class cabin."

The professor was stunned for a moment, the throbbing pain in his head suddenly relaxed, and his murky eyes revealed a sparkle of surprise.

He scrutinized the waitress briefly, then jumped up, ignoring the chair's sharp scrape against the floor, and shouted, "Free upgrade? Really? Hahaha!"

His laughter was particularly abrupt in the casino, drawing glances from nearby gamblers.

Being a true Indian, Professor Amir Khan always believed in the philosophy that 'not taking advantage is a loss' and welcomed any benefits with open arms.

He was entirely immersed in the sudden good fortune, running to follow the waitress out of the casino, eager to pack his belongings from the second-class cabin.

When he opened the walnut door to the first-class cabin, the intense joy overwhelmed him even more.

The sparkling crystal chandelier illuminated the entire space, while the soft pure cashmere carpet underfoot made every step feel like treading on clouds.

In the spacious living room, a set of leather sofas elegantly placed near the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the boundless sea.

"Sir, do you like it?" At this moment, the waitress's voice was exceptionally sweet. She unbuttoned two buttons on her chest, revealing a hot figure, exuding deadly allure with each motion.

"I like it, I like it very much." Amir Khan felt his throat dry up. He had long dreamed of staying in such a first-class cabin, but the US$10,000 per night price was a bit too steep.

Now, he greedily gazed at everything before him, his inner desires unleashed like Pandora's box.