CHAPTER 324: CHAPTER 12: MOLE_2

At this moment, as the man’s arm was tightly clamped by Zhou Qingfeng, he immediately felt a tearing pain coming from the inside of his elbow. His hand could not grip the gun, and his elbow was forcibly bent, almost dislocated.

Amid the screams, the man, like a trapped beast, fiercely slammed his head towards Zhou Qingfeng’s forehead, attempting to break free from this deathlike noose.

The heads of the two men made a dull, loud "bang".

The man’s head seemed to have hit a cold piece of iron; the violent impact caused stars to flicker before his eyes, and a wave of dizziness brought on by a severe concussion instantly swept over his consciousness.

Zhou Qingfeng also felt a burst of severe pain in his forehead, but like an enraged beast, he became even more ferocious after the impact, refusing to let go of the man’s arm.

He sharply tilted his head back, his neck taut like a bowstring drawn to its limit, then like a battering ram, he struck the man’s forehead three times consecutively!

The man felt as if his skull had become an iron block on a blacksmith’s anvil.

The first strike sent his world spinning; the second filled him with a soul-crushing terror; by the third, he lost consciousness, his body limp, collapsing to the ground.

Meanwhile, the woman struggled to regain her footing, enduring excruciating pain to reset her dislocated jaw, only to see her partner’s head smashed like a watermelon, blood pouring out.

Zhou Qingfeng’s head was like a hammer that had smashed a tomato, covered in bright, vivid red blood, emitting a chilling aura of menace.

He didn’t pause, stepping forward with a quick, firm stride, his large leather shoes with steel plates kicking the woman’s chest like a heavy cannon.

"Boom!" The dull sound of impact resonated; the immense force instantly blasted the woman away, her body skidding several meters across the rough ground.

Zhou Qingfeng bent down to pick up his gun, which had fallen to the ground, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger on the unconscious man’s head. "Bang!" Another gunshot ended his life completely.

Then, like a grim reaper, he walked slowly to the seriously injured woman, asking in a low, cold voice, "Who told you I was coming here?"

The woman on the ground struggled painfully, having broken a few ribs, dry heaving.

When Zhou Qingfeng’s cold gaze fell on her, she breathed heavily, her face pale, trembling involuntarily, gritting her teeth and shouting, "You’re not Harden, definitely not... who exactly are you?"

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Ernst gripped the steering wheel tightly, his palms damp with sweat that he occasionally wiped on his pant leg, trying to alleviate the sticky anxiety.

He was only a few hundred meters away from Zhou Qingfeng, a fleeting distance for a speeding car, but he felt the journey was long and distant, hoping it would never end.

Three days ago, the president’s chief of staff personally called, politely inviting him to meet at the "White House".

For Ernst, the past month felt like a bizarre dream.

He was merely an unremarkable guard at the ’Ministry of Health’, but due to his diligent work, he caught "Harden’s" eye and was promoted all the way up.

This was already a stroke of immense luck. Now, being summoned by the high-ranking officials at the "White House" was like an unexpected blessing.

The outcome was naturally without suspense.

After confirming the identity of the chief of staff, the other party proposed a secret mission—to closely monitor Oliver Harden and report all his movements.

Wasn’t this simply making him a complete mole?

Recalling the meeting, Ernst felt chills from the chief of staff’s hand patting his shoulder.

The other seemed to "reassure" him, saying, "Don’t worry, you’re not the only one assigned monitoring duties beside ’Harden’.

Once the mission is completed, you’ll receive a handsome bonus, and you may even choose a decent government position."

The subtext was all too clear—"If you don’t do it, others will be eager to," "If you don’t do it well, there are others keeping an eye on you too."

The chief of staff didn’t stop there, straightforwardly threatening, "Of course, you’re free to refuse this task.

But... ’Harden’ dared to kill Admiral Alvin, do you think he’d spare you, an insider?

Oh... by the way, Admiral Alvin was strangled by your own hands.

That’s troublesome; if someone reports you, you’d be facing at least a life sentence, or worse, the electric chair if you’re unlucky."

Ernst shivered, as if plunged into an ice cellar. The thrill of strangling Admiral Alvin now turned into sheer fear.

He even had a momentary urge to confess everything to "Harden", but it was quickly swallowed by deeper fear—if the other party deemed him worthless and discarded him like a used pawn, he’d be beyond redemption.

The chief of staff coldly cut off his last hope, "Harden cannot always protect you, and don’t hold too high expectations of his integrity. Your only path to amnesty is to fully pledge loyalty to the Federal Government."

Ernst had no choice at all. He could only follow the chief of staff’s orders, reporting every command from Zhou Qingfeng and every minute detail of his daily actions without reservation.

Just a few hours ago, he followed Zhou Qingfeng, bringing a batch of ’volunteers’ from Washington D.C., and only upon arrival did he know the destination was a small town called ’Macon’.

When Zhou Qingfeng swaggered off alone to ’scout’, Ernst transmitted this information. When he mentioned the name ’Macon’, the chief of staff was obviously surprised.