It was an August afternoon and the sun was scorching the sun. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the apartment lowered their sun visors so that the light from the windowsill in the living room would not be too dazzling.

Old George and Zhou Qingfeng were sitting diagonally facing each other towards the window. They could see each other's faces by turning their heads slightly.

As an important member of the Senate, Old George particularly disliked Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, especially his look.

Too presumptuous, too unbridled, too calm.

This look in his eyes reminded old George of his instructors when he served in the Army more than thirty years ago. Those guys were arrogant, rude, but also very practical and experienced.

Recruits can't play any tricks in the eyes of instructors. They are calm, indifferent, and proud, and just one look can make people shudder. No situation can trouble them, and everything is under control.

After so many years, old George has almost forgotten the feeling of being dominated.

But when I saw Zhou Qingfeng today, he had a similar expression. He was neither flinching nor sharp. He was able to deal with the situation with ease. In the face of pressure, he responded with ridicule.

This kind of determination cannot be faked. Only those who have experienced the power of thunder and still refuse to give in can be so calm in front of old George.

If Zhou Qingfeng was a young talent born in the United States, Old George would appreciate this mature atmosphere and would not even mind giving a few compliments and promoting him casually. Just like what he experienced back then.

But in the eyes of old George, Asians are synonymous with intelligence and obedience. This race should be accustomed to being dominated by white people and can serve as elite lackeys. There are many such people in the White House, they are loyal and capable, and they are very popular.

But Zhou Qingfeng only made old George feel unhappy.

This kid doesn't seem to be here to beg for help, but rather to give orders. From his casualness when playing chess, to his talkativeness at the dinner table, to now his toughness, not giving in, and extremely confident.

Mrs. George sat next to her, her face turned cold. Michelle was a little panicked, looking left and right. She was partial to her father in her heart, but she didn't want the negotiation to break down.

Zhou Qingfeng reminded that the housekeeper reported the situation outside the apartment door. A team of FBI agents were guarding there, but now they are nowhere to be seen.

After searching around, the housekeeper found the dozen or so strictly trained guys in the stairwell. The latter were all in a comatose state, as if they had been tricked into something - it was too easy for the goblin's drowsy spell to deal with them.

Thinking that the other party had unknown trump cards, Old George had to bear it. He turned and frowned and asked: "Young man, what makes you think that I will definitely agree to meet your request?"

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at Michelle. The little foreign girl was sitting next to her mother. Facing the deep gaze, her heartbeat was beating for no reason, and she was completely without her usual calmness.

"Mr. George, you can ask your daughter what I got in Ukraine?"

It's a nuclear bomb!

No need to ask, old George knows the answer.

"You can also ask your daughter how easily the VCDs of 'Holy Light' were transported to various cities in the United States for sale.

They are all large containers one after another, with each transportation volume being in the order of 100,000 units. This kind of transportation capacity not only represents wealth, but also other things."

No need to ask, the FBI has not yet found out the specific smuggling route. Those in-demand goods appeared without warning and were quickly distributed.

This mode of transportation and sales not only caused great trouble to the FBI, but also spread to the ears of drug lords in South America through gangs. The logistics system of "Holy Light" made the latter too envious.

Just combining nuclear bombs with covert logistics would be a huge disaster.

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head slightly, "Mr. George, I still have a basic respect for the United States. You have produced tens of thousands of nuclear warheads, and keep thousands of warheads ready to take off to destroy the world at any time.

But you don’t know what my trump card is? Trust me, you don’t want to see the moment I reveal my trump card. I may not be able to destroy America, but I can definitely destroy you and your family.”

Old George's brows furrowed even more tightly. He was still suppressing his anger, trying to figure out why the young man in front of him was so bold. But the more he thought and worried, the more he became constrained.

Decades of intrigue made old George stop doing things he was unsure of and regain control of his mind. He patted the armrest of the seat and laughed: "Well, young people are honest. I like this pleasure."

Zhou, I will seriously consider your request. This will take some time to operate, I hope you can understand. After all, there are a lot of bureaucrats in Congress, and I have to straighten out the relationship."

The old guy is leaving.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at Michelle and said, "Just let your daughter stay with me."

Old George glanced back and forth between his daughter and Zhou Qingfeng. Michelle took the initiative and said: "Dad, I am willing to stay."

"Okay." Old George clapped his hands and started laughing. He didn't hesitate at all when it was time to make a decision, even if it was about his own daughter.

"Hahaha... Young man, you just said you were not here to pursue my daughter. But I still want to give you a chance to get along.

In fact, you don’t need to stay at home, you can let Michelle accompany you to walk around and relax. There are still many places to visit in New York.”

Zhou Qingfeng nodded as if he were a guest, as if this luxurious apartment was his home. The maid next to him also felt strange, as if he had changed his master.

Old George laughed and took his wife away. But the moment the apartment door closed, he stamped his feet in anger and cursed: "That bastard, he is humiliating me. No one has done this in more than thirty years."

Mrs. George also looked gloomy and said, "Where is Billy?"

Old George's assistant disappeared without a trace. Only the housekeeper of the apartment followed him out and took Old George to the stairwell for a look. The FBI agent who was supposed to be on standby collapsed on the stairs, snoring loudly.

All the arrangements failed, and everyone felt a sense of fear, feeling that this apartment building had been secretly controlled by Zhou Qingfeng.

After taking the elevator down to the outside of the building, assistant Billy jumped out of a monitoring car and asked anxiously: "Sir, do you need to continue sending people up? I have contacted the New York Special Police, and they can come to support at any time."

Old George had a bug on him, and his conversation with Zhou Qingfeng was clearly heard by the outside world. But he stopped the assistant's move, held the car door and frowned:

"The situation cannot escalate any further, otherwise it will be a scandal. Let the FBI people withdraw, and the NYPD people don't have to get involved. I want to think about it carefully."

Considering the conflict of interests with Zhou Qingfeng, George Lao must choose to resolve it internally. Zhou Qingfeng did not choose to succumb to his pressure, and in turn forced George Lao to do things.

The assistant whispered next to him: "Sir, do you really want to help the Holy Light take away that aircraft carrier?"

Old George asked back: "If that bastard really transported the nuclear bomb to New York, do you dare to bet that he won't detonate it? Now he has stuffed the money over and raised the big stick..."

Old George did not continue to speak, but the assistant already understood what he meant. There was no way to blackmail him out of more money, so he had to collect money to do the work.

At this moment, in an apartment dozens of floors high, Zhou Qingfeng asked the servant to bring his mobile phone, made an overseas call, and got through to Marcos in Ukraine. The call only said:
Chapter completed!