After a while, the voice on the other end of the line turned serious: "’Funeral Bell’ Chris, he’s a farm owner.
His family runs tens of thousands of acres of vegetable orchards in Hendry County, Florida. He hires large numbers of illegal immigrants every year to cut costs.
He also provides cheap labor to other farm owners in Florida, effectively controlling a human trafficking chain.
But we haven’t found any serious illegal evidence or clues, so we didn’t pay much attention. Are you sure there’s a problem with that guy?"
Hamr said, "You must have his current location and contact information. I’ll prove if he’s involved in serious cris right away."
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Half a minute later, Zhou Qingfeng received a coordinate and a phone number—yes, not a street address, but a real-ti coordinate about 100 kiloters from White Beach Town.
Hamr sighed, "Victor, this Chris has no criminal record, and you have no evidence. He’s not easy to deal with."
Zhou Qingfeng didn’t hesitate and dialed that number first.
After a few rings, the call was answered by a rough voice asking, "Who are you looking for?"
"My na is Victor. I’m looking for ’Funeral Bell’ Chris," Zhou Qingfeng said in a deep voice.
The other side was obviously a bit surprised, "I’m Chris. Who the hell are you, and where did you get my number?"
Zhou Qingfeng continued, "I got your number from the Departnt of Holand Security. I know you’re the biggest human trafficker in Florida.
Two days ago, Director Matthew from White Beach Town sent you a batch of illegal immigrants, including a mother and daughter nad Julia and Selena.
Matthew is finished.
I’m not going to hold you accountable or interfere with your human trafficking business. My request is simple—return that mother and daughter to , and nothing will happen."
Before Zhou Qingfeng could finish, the other side burst out laughing, interrupting him dismissively, "Departnt of Holand Security? You trying to scare .
I’m a legitimate businessman, running my own farm, never involved in any illegal activities, and I have no idea who Julia and Selena are.
I don’t care where you got my number from. Here’s my answer to you... go to hell! Or... co at if you have the guts!"
The call ended.
Zhou Qingfeng’s anger completely exploded.
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anwhile, about a hundred kiloters from Miami, a family farm was imrsed in a joyful barbecue party atmosphere.
A bonfire blazed on the open grass, the scent of roasting at filled the air, mingling with laughter and the rhythm of country music, turning the entire farm into a paradise on earth.
As the eldest son of the family, John Chris had just hung up a call, cursing, "Fuck."
Old Chris was leisurely enjoying the family gathering nearby. He glanced at his son and asked, "What’s the matter?"
John Chris angrily replied, "So bastard, don’t know from where, called demanding people from . He said he got my number from the Departnt of Holand Security.
That guy spoke like he ate shit, daring to threaten . He said that Matthew from White Beach Town is done and wants to return the people right away, or else he’d co for .
I told him to go to hell."
At the long barbecue table, more than a dozen mbers of the Chris family were seated, enjoying a lavish dinner.
Hearing John’s words, there was a brief mont of silence at the table, but soon, laughter and clinking glasses resud.
After all, threats and trouble were commonplace for this family. A re threatening phone call was nothing unusual.
Only Old Chris remained serious. He put down his wine glass, beckoned a servant, and instructed, "Make a call to White Beach Town, find out the situation."
The servant nodded and quickly turned to leave.
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At the sa ti, Zhou Qingfeng’s eyes were fixed on a few armored vehicles parked not far from him, brought by the National Guard.
The black vehicles shimred with a cold luster under the moonlight, with massive tires, thick armor, and sturdy heavy machine guns, like machines of destruction ready for action.
Zhou Qingfeng walked up to the lieutenant who ca to help tonight and asked calmly, "How much to borrow your military armored vehicles?"
The lieutenant was startled by the question and sternly refused, "That’s not possible."
Zhou Qingfeng didn’t back down, persisting, "Na a price, there has to be a price."
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