CHAPTER 322: CHAPTER 11: TURNING A TRAITOR (PART 2)

The cruise ship boasts an enormous space, offering food, drinks, and entertainment, even hiring plenty of former crew members to maintain basic operations and upkeep.

After the pandemic broke out, while other places were locked down and people were lamenting, Kongges and his companions lived freely on the cruise ship, at most being shocked and panicked by the hardships elsewhere.

As over a month passed, Zhou Qingfeng summoned, luring Kongges over with the pretense of the ’White House Special Service Bureau’.

This former sheriff arrived at ’Macon’ but did not see Zhou Qingfeng. Instead, he met ’Gray Shark’ and learned a lot from him.

"Are you saying that in a little over a month, Victor not only stayed out of trouble but also infiltrated high-ranking government officials, became the Minister of the ’Ministry of Efficiency’, can enter and leave the White House at will, and even took down a four-star general?"

Kongges shook his head, "What you say is too bizarre, I don’t believe a word of it."

The computer screen in the compartment was rapidly refreshing with the results of facial recognition. ’Gray Shark’ didn’t need to stare at the screen, he turned his wheelchair and looked at Kongges.

"Sheriff, I met you a year ago. Back then, Victor was an unknown young man who hadn’t won tens of billions in the lottery yet. Have you ever wondered how he had such extraordinary experiences?"

For a year, this question has plagued Kongges. He shook his head, "I don’t understand how he did it either and have given up on pursuing the answer."

"Victor asked you to come and help, which means he trusts you. I’ll tell you a secret too." ’Gray Shark’ leaned forward, looking serious, lowering his voice, "That kid is from the future."

Kongges was eager to hear secrets, his ears perked up, and his expression focused. But upon hearing ’from the future,’ he burst into laughter, "Hell, I shouldn’t be talking to you. You’re a brainless fool."

’Gray Shark’ was not good with people, nor good with words, and didn’t argue, but instead chuckled, "Just wait, you’ll see the evidence."

After speaking, ’Gray Shark’ pulled out an ID from his pocket and tossed it to Kongges, "You’re an agent of the ’Ministry of Efficiency’ now."

"Didn’t you say White House Special Service Bureau?" Kongges was a bit dissatisfied, questioning, "Where exactly is Victor?"

Just then, the computer in the compartment emitted a beeping sound.

An MV22 ’Osprey’ was descending on the helipad at the ’Medical Center’ in town, several officials disembarking from the cabin, caught clearly by the drone camera hovering at low altitude nearby.

The face recognition captured the results, and the software immediately issued an alert marking them as high-priority subjects.

’Gray Shark’ glanced at the recognition results, his face changed drastically, quickly grabbing his phone to send a message, cursing, "How come this guy showed up?"

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At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng entered the town disguised as ’Harden’, casually walking into a small restaurant, ordering a ’hot dog’ and a coffee, and sat at a window seat.

The location of the restaurant was right across from the ’Medical Center’ in town.

Through the window, one could clearly see a circle of towering walls and several tall buildings with ’No Entry’ inside the walls, appearing mysterious and oppressive.

Currently, dozens of armed volunteers recruited by Ernst, under the guise of ’Special Service Bureau’ agents, were scattered inside and outside the town.

As long as the target’s location was confirmed, action could be taken at any time.

Zhou Qingfeng was on-site to personally command, wanting to capture the ’Undead Wayne’ himself and see if he had managed to produce a weaker version of the ’X serum’.

If he had managed, Zhou Qingfeng definitely wanted a share—pity the ’Ministry of Efficiency’ Minister, lacking anyone competent under him.

However, as Zhou Qingfeng sat down, he felt something was off in this small restaurant.

The restaurant wasn’t big, with only a few staff members, primarily local residents and ’Medical Center’ staff visiting, and was supposed to be a peaceful and ordinary place.

When the server delivered the ’hot dog’ and coffee, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly realized he chose the wrong place for surveillance—the small restaurant’s location was too good, attracting anyone wanting to monitor.

He grabbed the ’hot dog’ for a bite, and as he chewed, he glanced around—the Old Hammer had taught him many espionage techniques, and he himself had rich survival experience, instantly noticing more suspicious things.

The small restaurant didn’t have many seats, half were by the window, half were not.

Sitting by the window were three or four people with a common trait, their gazes wandered intentionally or unintentionally—normal diners wouldn’t behave that way.

At a table not far away, a young couple sat, whispering to each other with sweet smiles and intimate gestures like a couple in love.

The Old Hammer always said, intelligence agencies love to have agents pose as couples for surveillance, as such disguises are extremely deceptive, not only failing to arouse suspicion but also facilitating mutual cover and division of labor.

However, there are always subtle differences between fake couples and real couples.

Their conversations often lack genuine emotion, eye contact, and facial expressions are stiff and deliberate, or they use some flirtatious words to disguise mutual detachment.

Even the waitress who just served them seemed off. Her fingers’ skin was slightly rough, with an unusually prominent callous on her thumb’s base.

That definitely wasn’t something developed from carrying plates but more like marks left from long-term gun handling and shooting training.

At this moment, ’Gray Shark’ sent a simple text message: "Abort the mission, I saw the Chief of Staff Susie Wells at the White House.

He just arrived at the ’Medical Center’ on an ’Osprey’, facial recognition confirmed his identity. Alongside was Wayne Herbert. These two guys know each other."

Zhou Qingfeng shivered inside, cursing quietly ’damn’. He realized he was being used as a pawn, likely with some hidden agenda unbeknownst to him.

Considering the oddness of the restaurant, there might already be a trap laid in this small town—who knows how many informers were nearby, it’s best to leave without delay.

He put down the ’hot dog’, drank half the coffee, casually paid fifty US dollars, stuffed it under the plate, and then stood up nonchalantly to leave.

But as he walked out of the restaurant’s glass door, the waitress went to the window to confirm his direction before signaling to the disguised couple.

The couple immediately got up, laughing and playing around, and came out to follow him, closing in step by step, perhaps trying to confirm his identity or with other intentions.

Zhou Qingfeng could hear footsteps getting closer from behind, so he deliberately slowed down, took out his phone, and sent a message to Ernst and others on standby in the town, "Mission abort, drive over to pick me up."

The ’fake couple’ behind him saw the target taking out a phone, reacted quickly, and immediately picked up their pace to catch up.

The woman among them approached and shouted: "Sir, can you help?"

Zhou Qingfeng had already scanned the surroundings, confirming that there weren’t many people on the small town streets. He turned around and already had a silencer-equipped pistol in hand, aiming at the ’fake couple’ behind him.

The woman who shouted froze, instantly putting on a panicked look and shouted ’no...’. But the man beside her did the same move as Zhou Qingfeng, reaching for a gun from under his arm.

Both guns were aimed at each other, with the triggers simultaneously pulled, with muffled ’puffs’ as bullets hit their targets simultaneously.

Zhou Qingfeng only felt a hit on his chest, like being struck by a heavy hammer, his body trembling slightly. But he was robust and steady, his gun unwavering, squeezing the trigger repeatedly.

Three consecutive bullets hit the man’s chest, knocking him to the ground. The fourth even hit his gun-wielding arm, causing him to scream in pain.

Beside him, the woman kept shouting ’no’, but at the same moment the gunfire rang, she quickly reached for her handbag, trying to pull out a small pistol, attempting to aim.

Zhou Qingfeng’s gun barrel slightly shifted, aiming at the woman’s head. The woman panicked completely, stopping her movement, shouting loudly: "Mr. Harden, don’t shoot."

Zhou Qingfeng was suddenly puzzled, "In the restaurant, you were always facing away from me. When you caught up, I wasn’t facing you directly either. How did you recognize me? Did you know I would come?"

The woman’s face turned pale, stammering...