The old man was a shrewd person. He immediately chose a breakthrough point, raised his hand, and said, "This is a pampered family treasure. Beat him, there will definitely be results."
Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward right away and dragged out the glaring family boy.
The other party struggled and shouted, "Let go of me, I haven’t committed any crime, you have no right..." Then an Iron Finger Glove ruthlessly smashed into his face.
The Chris Clan became chaotic instantly. The women screamed, trying to rush forward to save him; several men shouted ’Stop!’, charging up ferociously; someone even attempted to pull out a gun...
A burst of rifle fire suddenly sounded, suppressing all the commotion. Three short bursts hit one of the family members in the head, the blood sprayed.
Now, no one dared to move.
Kongges, full of strong hatred and resentment, stepped out from behind Zhou Qingfeng, holding the rifle and glaring with bloodshot eyes, shouting, "What you took away was my wife and daughter.
I have already endured pain and torment, and I will absolutely not spare you. If you don’t return them, I will kill you all one by one."
Old Chris, sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly felt a wave of sorrow...
The person who got shot was his second son, usually fierce like a barbarian, hot-tempered and impulsive. Now, his handgun was only halfway drawn, his body thrown to the ground, head half blown off.
When the gunfire sounded, Zhou Qingfeng merely glanced up, then continued fiercely punching Old Chris’s grandson.
The pampered family treasure initially cursed a couple of times, but when beaten into a bruised and bloody mess, realizing that the elders who usually protected him dared not to say a word, he was left only with miserable screams.
A gangster family that doesn’t abide by the rules and laws will not be any tougher than ordinary people when finding out that rules and laws can’t protect them.
Immediately, one of the family’s sons-in-law raised his hands high and shouted, "It’s John, he’s responsible for the immigration business.
The captives should still be alive, just locked in the barn on the farm. I’ll take you there, please stop hitting, spare my child."
A murmur rose from the scene... it was the soldiers of the National Guard exclaiming in surprise.
When Zhou Qingfeng started beating people, the soldiers were puzzled, worried about legality; when Kongges shot people, the soldiers doubted the justice of extrajudicial actions.
But when the Chris Clan members admitted their crimes, everything became clear. Even the few FBI agents forced to the scene sighed inwardly...
What originally required investigation, evidence collection, interrogation... a bunch of complex procedures to unravel the mystery was now solved with a ’quick knife cutting the tangled threads’.
Kongges, however, was overjoyed, as the days of mental torment finally had an outcome.
At this moment, a sharp voice rang out from the crowd, "I am John, the people you want are in my custody."
The National Guard soldiers were too engrossed in the scene to notice until someone approached the periphery. A few soldiers hurriedly turned their guns, only to see a man moving forward with two women at gunpoint.
Upon seeing the figures clearly, Kongges was the most excited, his gun turned toward them, shouting out his wife and daughter’s names.
Approaching was ’Funeral Bell’ Chris, the eldest of the clan, and the biggest human trafficking leader in the Miami area.
Under his gun barrel were Julia holding daughter Selena.
The mother and daughter had also endured days of torment, physically and mentally exhausted, both hunched over and slowly moving forward.
Zhou Qingfeng, seeing this situation, without hesitation grabbed the bloodied and battered grandson of the Chris Clan from the ground and threw him to Kongges.
Kongges understood instantly, fighting the urge to immediately rescue his wife and daughter, holding the eldest grandson of the Chris Family at gunpoint for equal threats.
The Chris Clan members, as if seeing their savior, very cooperatively gathered around the family head. The surrounding guards did not stop them, just foolishly holding their rifles and watching.
"I need a helicopter filled with fuel." With his gun barrel pressed against Julia’s back, ’Funeral Bell’ crazily shouted:
"I want to take all my family, take all the money. You must ensure our safety, or I will kill the hostages.
Also, I want to ask, how did you find this place? How could you directly mobilize the army to charge in?"