Invasion of the United States

"Your game is over. Where is Professor Amir Khan? I hope you didn't kill him. Otherwise, no matter how much money you have, you'll spend the rest of your life in prison."

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at Carl, then at the four armed agents in bulletproof vests behind him. The FBI badges on their chests glistened coldly under the neon lights of the casino. "What are you doing here?"

"I was at home on vacation, playing with my kids at the backyard pool." Carl loosened his tie, the electronic voice box on his neck producing an angry noise. "Until the director called me out!"

He took half a step forward and growled, "Victor, I warned you not to mess with 'Apocalypse Creatures,' but you didn't listen, did you?

You shouldn't have been so smart, shouldn't have met Maurice, shouldn't have kidnapped Professor Amir Khan. Did you really think you could escape punishment?"

Zhou Qingfeng knew Carl was intent on incriminating him, so he could only lean against the deck railing and chuckle. "So, you brought enough people to catch me red-handed this time?"

"No, to witness how an arrogant fool destroys his bright future." Carl suddenly grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder.

"You have no idea what kind of forces you're playing with. I've already sent people to your presidential suite. Let's go and see what my men have uncovered?"

Following the deputy director's order, several agents surrounded Zhou Qingfeng, nearly escorting him back to his 'presidential suite.'

The group walked through the casino, drawing astonished looks from many tourists. Everyone whispered among themselves, wondering who this young man being escorted by the FBI was.

They entered the casino elevator, heading straight to the top-floor suite.

"Ding—" As the elevator doors opened, the private butler of the presidential suite was bowing and waiting, only to see Carl flashing his badge with a grim face as he strode towards the suite's door.

Near the oak door, Carl suddenly stopped, turned to Zhou Qingfeng, and said, "Luxury cruises on the sea often have incidents, and every year someone gets killed on a cruise ship.

This isn't my first time handling a case on the 'Caribbean,' but it is the first time I'm arresting a suspect in a 'presidential suite.'

Outside the room, two armed agents had taken over security and pushed open the gold-foil-embedded wooden door.

In front of them was a five-meter-tall crystal chandelier, thousands of crystals refracting dazzling light under the illumination, lighting up the living room like daytime.

Six forensic officers in dust-proof suits were meticulously inspecting every inch of carpet with ultraviolet lamps.

Two German Shepherd police dogs sniffed around under their handlers' command, their paws leaving faint prints on the carpet.

In one corner of the living room was a million-dollar antique piano, its lid reflecting the figures of Lux and Maurice.

The two men sat side by side on the leather sofa next to the piano, looking unusually obedient in the face of the fierce FBI agents.

Carl strode in, his leather shoes making a dull sound on the carpet. He habitually placed his hands on his hips, his gaze sharp as an eagle as he surveyed the room. "Any findings?"

His assistant jogged over and whispered, "Boss, we've just started searching and haven't found anything yet. The room only has these two people, and the police dogs didn't detect anything unusual."

Carl was stunned for three seconds, his facial muscles twitching slightly. He suddenly turned, his gaze piercing towards Zhou Qingfeng like a knife. "Victor, you've hidden him well."

Zhou Qingfeng was also taken aback. He looked at Lux and asked knowingly, "Who's hiding in the room?"

Lux was a seasoned veteran, his acting worthy of an Oscar. He spread his hands innocently, "Boss, we haven't hidden anyone.

These FBI agents barged in about ten minutes ago without a search warrant and pinned us on the sofa. I also want to know what exactly is going on?"

Zhou Qingfeng could only look back at Carl, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands, "Carl, we're friends. I'm fully cooperating with your investigation. But if you can't find anything, you can't blame me."

Carl's face turned so dark that it seemed to be dripping water. He took a step forward, almost sticking his face to Zhou Qingfeng's. "Don't play this game with me! You know who I'm looking for! Where is Professor Amir Khan?"

"Found him." Suddenly, an agent shouted, "We've found Professor Amir Khan."

Carl's expression lit up with joy, but he realized the shout came from outside the presidential suite. C#a%t*c#h the fo&r.matt&e@d v$e^rsi^on at M%|V|L.EM_%PYR.#

"We found the professor in the first-class cabin A suite just now, but he's unconscious. It seems... it seems like he's drunk."

Carl looked dumbfounded, pondering for a moment before looking at Zhou Qingfeng. "Did you send the professor back?"

Zhou Qingfeng also looked at Lux and Maurice. The two sitting on the sofa just curled their lips and kept silent. It was clear they were the ones behind this.

Just then, the oak door of the suite was suddenly flung open with a loud "bang," causing the paintings on the wall to tremble slightly.

Governor Weston's hefty figure appeared at the door, his silhouette in the backlight resembled a boorish wild boar.

He strode into the living room, followed by Director Schmidt from the Miami Branch.

Eight armed FBI agents followed closely behind, all wearing bulletproof vests, with guns and handcuffs at their waists, marching in unison.

"Are you Victor?" The governor glanced around, his voice deep and slow, imbued with a superior air. "I remember helping you before. But you don't seem to understand gratitude."

He slowly raised his right hand, habitually adjusting the platinum cufflinks on his sleeve, and coldly said:

"You received a $1.5 billion bonus because of my tacit approval. Otherwise, you wouldn't see a single cent.

I had Jeff Connally give you a heads-up not to touch 'Apocalypse Creatures.' That was my personal project.

I can assist you, or I can destroy you. Do you think I need evidence? In Florida, whoever I want to disappear will disappear."

The governor curled his lips into a cruel smile. "I'm giving you one last chance. Hand over Professor Amir Khan. Otherwise..."

He paused, his voice suddenly rising, "I'll make you regret ever coming into this world!"

The governor's side held an overwhelming advantage in both numbers and authority.

Zhou Qingfeng's heart was racing. He stared into the governor's eyes and responded with a smile, "Governor, didn't they say they already found the professor?"

Governor Weston's face turned, and Carl quickly whispered, "We did find Professor Amir Khan, but his condition isn't right, and we still haven't found the missing encrypted hard drive."

Governor Weston glared at Zhou Qingfeng again. "Young man, you're toying with me. This is a huge mistake and a waste of your only chance.

Since you refuse to talk, let's have the professionals make you talk. I only need to wait for a result. Your money and lawyers will all be a joke."

All the FBI agents stared uniformly at Zhou Qingfeng, while Deputy Director Carl showed a hint of pity—this kid still had a chance if he ended up in his hands.

But if the governor gave the order, he was truly doomed.

Two agents pulled out handcuffs and took a few steps forward to make the arrest. Lux didn't mind and seemed used to it. Maurice, on the other hand, was trembling all over as if about to beg for mercy.

Zhou Qingfeng kept a cold face, not showing any sign of surrender—surrendering at this moment would only lead to a quicker death.

Just then, a faint buzzing sound came from the direction of the balcony.

Everyone instinctively turned to look, only to see a micro quadcopter drone ghosting in from the dark sea.

Its camera was swiveling, quickly locking onto Governor Weston's location with precision. There was a small package hanging from its rotor, with two antenna-like collision fuses at the front.

"Watch out!" Carl shouted. But his electronic voice distorted in panic, making it unintelligible.

Only the special agents closest to the governor reacted quickly, dragging Governor Weston away to avoid any potential danger.

But Director Schmidt, standing next to the governor, was even quicker. Just moments ago, he was like a loyal dog; now he directly pushed the road-blocking governor.

The hefty Governor Weston fell instantly.

The drone charged at him at an alarming speed, hitting the governor's back, and exploded with a boom.

The fire engulfed the entire living room instantly, and the shockwave shook the crystal chandelier violently. Thousands of crystals collided, emitting crisp wailing sounds.

When the smoke cleared, Governor Weston was lying in a pool of blood. His suit was shredded, his back ripped wide open, and stained with a striking red.

The light from the crystal chandelier, filtering through the lingering smoke, cast its final beam onto his lifeless eyes.

Deputy Director Carl climbed up from the floor. Seeing the governor dead, he turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng, who had avoided the explosion behind the sofa, and shouted angrily, "Are you crazy?"

Zhou Qingfeng, still shaken, replied angrily, "I'm not crazy. I'm here, too."