Invasion of America

Chapter 1 Laundry Basket

"Victor, come out of the bathroom!"

A woman's voice came from outside the door, gentle yet a little annoyed, like an invisible command, hitting the eardrums directly.

"You'd better not touch my underwear in the laundry basket. Otherwise...if I find anything dirty on it, you're dead!"

Accompanied by the rapid knocks on the door, the woman suddenly raised her voice and couldn't help stomping her feet outside the door.

The knocking continued for a full half minute.

Finally, the bathroom door was opened with a clang.

Zhou Qingfeng stood lazily at the door, wearing only a pair of shorts, with messy hair, and said with a hint of sarcasm:

“Mrs. Julia, although you are very beautiful and have a hot body, I am not a novice who has never seen a woman.

What makes you think I would touch your underwear, let alone leave any dirt behind? I'm not that dirty."

The woman at the door was in her thirties, of medium build and with a well-proportioned figure.

Her chestnut curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing only a printed tank top, the thin fabric outlining her plump curves.

"You little bastard, don't let me find any evidence." The woman snorted arrogantly, not buying Zhou Qingfeng's explanation, and squeezed into the bathroom sideways.

The shoulders and chests of the two inevitably brushed against each other, the touch soft and elastic, grainy, and carrying a certain hidden electric current.

Zhou Qingfeng subconsciously moved away a little, but the warm and moist scent of the mature woman hit him in the face, making his heart beat faster and his blood rush.

Julia bent over and rummaged through the laundry basket.

Inside were several palm-sized pieces of silk underwear, with lace and mesh intertwined and wrinkled.

There were also several large-sized bras, front-clasped and back-clasped, mixed with flesh-colored pantyhose, exuding a faint original scent.

For perverted LSPs, a beautiful young woman's laundry basket is a more sacred and wonderful place than a wardrobe, because there is life and stories inside.

Zhou Qingfeng is not a pervert, but his eyes still involuntarily fall on the woman.

Her slender waist and plump buttocks are like peaches hanging on a branch, so red and attractive that you seem to be able to touch them with your hand.

She exudes a mature charm in every gesture, neither deliberate nor artificial, just her true self.

"Where are you looking, little brat?"

Julia hadn't found any evidence and felt a little embarrassed. She suddenly turned around, blocking Zhou Qingfeng's view.

“I am praising the Virgin Mary.”

Zhou Qingfeng was talking and laughing, but his eyes were still fixed on the woman, as if he was admiring a piece of art.

When Julia bent down, the fabric of the tank top was stretched tight by her body, outlining a perfect peach-shaped curve, which was very tempting.

This provides material for further imagining the beautiful scenery obscured within the arc, stimulating imagination
"Get out of here and put your clothes on." Julia was amused by the brat. She sneered a few times and waved her hand to signal him to leave.

After Zhou Qingfeng left, the woman did not give up and carefully checked the clothes in the laundry basket.

But no matter how she checked in the underwear room, there was nothing unusual. The secret mark she had made with her hair had not been moved. Everything was the same as before.

"Eighteen-year-old boys should be energetically searching for the scent of the opposite sex and flirting with girls. Victor actually did nothing?"

Julia whispered to herself, her brows slightly furrowed, her heart conflicted.

She recalled Zhou Qingfeng's eyes just now. They were clearly full of interest and his sexual orientation was absolutely normal, but he remained restrained and not impulsive.

If she found the "evidence" left on the underwear, she would give the boy a good "lecture", but she would also be secretly happy - she is still attractive to young people.

Now there is nothing, and I am even angrier.

"Am I too old? Not attractive enough?"

She walked to the bathroom mirror, turned left and right, raised her hands to support her chest, and gently patted her buttocks, causing ripples.

The woman still maintained a good figure, with firm skin and clear curves. But for some reason, she always felt a sense of regret that she couldn't get what she wanted.

The other boys on the block were always impulsive and reckless, chasing every pretty girl with hopeless eyes and taking action at any time.

But Zhou Qingfeng never does that.

This unusual behavior confused Julia.

"Poor Victor must be too reserved. Asian boys are all like that, too shy and not bold enough."

She sighed, but a teasing smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Without reckless passion and romance, no wonder that brat doesn't have a girlfriend."
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"Mom, I need to use the bathroom, what are you doing?"

A crisp sound came from the bathroom door. A girl stood at the door, her hair messy, and she had obviously just gotten out of bed, with a bit of impatience and laziness.

She was wearing a loose T-shirt with the hem hanging down to her hips, revealing her two slender, white and well-proportioned thighs, looking casual and unstructured.

"Nothing, I was just checking the laundry basket." Julia looked up and answered calmly.

"Did that Victor leave something dirty behind?" The girl frowned, as if entering detective mode. "Did that despicable guy touch my underwear?"

She had obviously heard the conversation just now, and she clenched her fists in indignation, as if she was ready to rush out and settle the score at any time.

"Stupid Victor, I know his usual coolness is just an act. He must be secretly spying on me, but he doesn't have the courage to pursue me openly!"

"No, he didn't. At least not by me."

Julia stood up, staring at her daughter sternly, and asked in a reproachful tone, "But you, Selina, where were you last night?"

"Attending a friend's party. I told you in advance." The girl put her hands on her hips and answered confidently.

"You're back at two in the morning?" Julia's voice rose eight octaves, her face showing annoyance, and she was very dissatisfied with the answer.

"Mom, parties always end so late." Selina rolled her eyes and became even more impatient.

"I can't leave early. It would make me seem unwelcome and excluded. Do you want me to be isolated from my friends?"

"You're still drinking?" Julia's tone became more severe, her eyes full of worry.

"It's just a little bit, just beer." Selina shrugged, indicating that it was no big deal at all.

"Where's the contraband?" Julia demanded, her eyes fixed on her daughter's face, trying to read something from her expression.

"No, someone was selling it at the party and wanted to give it to me for free, but I refused." Selina said with a bit of pride, showing off her self-control.

"But you shouldn't come back so late."

Julia sighed, with deep helplessness and worry, "Those parties were full of scum. I couldn't sleep because I was worried about you."

"Mom, I'm sixteen. I'm not a brainless idiot." Selina waved her hand rebelliously. "I can tell who's good and who's bad. No one can fool me."

"Don't be too confident, you're still a child." Julia couldn't help but add a bit of instruction in her tone, hoping that the child would identify with her.

"Mom, you gave birth to me when you were my age." Selina retorted bluntly, even with a hint of provocation.

"Can you please stop telling me I can't do this or that all the time? I'm not a kid anymore!"

"Yes, I've regretted it for sixteen years." Julia's voice suddenly deepened. "I don't want you to end up like me, becoming a mother as a teenager and ruining your future."

Her words were full of helplessness, trying to remind her daughter that adolescent impulses and indulgences could lead to irreversible consequences.

Selina was completely unmoved and still had an indifferent expression. She squeezed into the bathroom and locked her mother outside.
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Zhou Qingfeng had already returned to his room on the second floor. He casually pulled up a pair of pants and lazily put them on his legs.

The quarrel downstairs came up through the thin floor, and the conversation between Julia and Selina was clearly audible.

Such scenes happen every day. The dispute between mother and daughter is like an endless tug-of-war, sometimes fierce, sometimes low, and never stops.

The bedroom wasn't big, even a little cramped. Tacked to the wall were several posters of nude women, brightly colored yet a bit cheap-feeling, likely torn from old magazines.

Clothes, shoes, and books were scattered on the floor in a disorderly manner, and the bed sheets were wrinkled with some inconspicuous spots.

The house was filled with a mixture of sweat and books, silently telling of the owner's living conditions.

Zhou Qingfeng walked to the window and reached out to pull open the curtains.

The sunlight streamed in through the glass, but it didn't add much brightness to the room. The street outside the window was particularly desolate, like a forgotten corner of the city.

The sanitation truck hasn't come for four or five days. The trash cans on the roadside have been piled to the brim, and the garbage is overflowing from the cans and scattered on the ground.

The streets were covered with fallen leaves, which were occasionally picked up by passing vehicles, swirling in the air before finally falling back to the ground helplessly.

The families across the street started their daily quarrel early in the morning.

Screams and curses mixed together, like the roars of a group of sows waiting to be slaughtered when their fur was scalded with boiling water, and could be heard clearly through the window.

Zhou Qingfeng frowned. He had long been numb to this kind of noise and was too lazy to even figure out what they were arguing about.

Several stray cats and dogs were running around on the street, from one trash can to another, looking for food to fill their stomachs.

Their fur is dirty, and they glance around vigilantly and uneasily, as if ready to escape from this dangerous world at any time.

There was a sound of sirens or the wailing of an ambulance in the distance, the sound coming and going, reminding people that this city has never been truly peaceful.

Behind that noisy sound there must be a dispute or case happening somewhere.

Maybe it was a robbery, a fight, or something worse. But all of this was commonplace to him.

The current time is 20**, and the location is White Beach Town in Miami, Florida, USA.

Although it is called a 'town', it actually has a population of only four or five thousand. Due to the large number of illegal immigrants from South America, it is as chaotic as a den of thieves.

On the surface, Zhou Qingfeng was an international student studying at Baitan High School, and was boarding at Julia's home.

In effect, he was reborn.

The man in the mirror was still tall and thin, still a student abroad, and still ordinary. But the man inside had traveled through time with memories from more than a decade later.

Because of his poor academic performance, he was arranged to spend a year at Baitan High School so that he could go to a foreign university to gain some experience.

It’s just that other people who come to the United States to study go to New York, San Francisco, and Boston, but the town of White Beach where he came is really inconspicuous.

The rich and poor areas in the United States are clearly divided, often separated by only one street, just like hell and heaven.

Baitan Town is clearly on the verge of hell. The security in this damn place is terrible.

He had a very boring year. Being young and frivolous and ignorant, he made many mistakes and caused many misunderstandings.

For example, the boarding family is actually very nice, especially Julia and Selena, mother and daughter, who are very kind and enthusiastic.

It was just because of the differences in culture and expression between the two sides, and Zhou Qingfeng's strong self-esteem and excessive sensitivity, that many unpleasant things happened and they ended up parting on bad terms.

For a long time, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to say "sorry" to the other party.

In addition, there is something more important - right in Miami, in the town of White Beach, there is a biopharmaceutical company called 'Apocalypse'.

This publicly listed company, valued at over tens of billions of dollars, is using artificial intelligence to screen new drugs. They discovered a virus called 'X', which will plunge human civilization into an apocalyptic abyss one year later.

Zhou Qingfeng shuddered at the thought of the suffering he would face in the next decade or so. During this time since his rebirth, he had been plagued by nightmares.

The images in the dream were fragmented and chaotic, like torn film flickering disorderly in the darkness.

Desolate ruins, collapsed buildings, exposed steel bars, and concrete blocks scattered all over the ground.

Abandoned vehicles were piled up in the streets, their windows broken and their tires flat, like wrecks forgotten by time.

The streets were littered with debris, including broken glass, rusted iron sheets, and rotten furniture, all mixed together to form a suffocating picture of desolation.

The sky was so gray as if it was pressed down by a thick layer of leaden clouds, and not a ray of sunlight could penetrate the haze.

There were no birds or animals left, and even the sound of the wind seemed particularly harsh.

The roots of the plants stubbornly emerged from the cracks in the concrete, but they had already withered and turned yellow, like nature's last struggle.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of decay, a mixture of rusty metal and the stench of scorched earth.

Intermittent crying and groaning sounds came from the distance, the volume sometimes high and sometimes low, surging like a tide, or like the devil's sound coming from the depths of hell.

Whenever Zhou Qingfeng woke up from a dream, he felt like he had just been pulled out of the water, drenched in sweat. But the chaotic fragments of memory were not useless; when he recalled them, he would always grasp some fragments of information.

Lottery!

Zhou Qingfeng remembered that he had just arrived at Baitan High School when a teacher with a very bad reputation in the school won a super jackpot of "Powerball".

He didn't remember the winning numbers, let alone which draw it was, and he had completely forgotten the exact time, but he remembered the incident.

Sitting on the bed in his bedroom, he used his mobile phone to search for the latest US lottery 'Powerball' - due to recent accumulation, its jackpot amount exceeded 2 billion US dollars.

Over two billion US dollars?!
Yes, that’s right, it’s this one. No one has won the jackpot for more than 30 consecutive draws, so the prize pool has accumulated to more than 10 billion US dollars, and the jackpot amount is more than 2 billion US dollars.

According to the rules of "Powerball", if you choose to receive the prize in one lump sum, you can get $1 billion even after deducting miscellaneous taxes and fees.

As long as you have enough money, there is nothing you can't do.

"This is the lottery with the highest prize money in the world. If you win one, you can enter the top class of the rich." Zhou Qingfeng's heart was pounding.

“If I could get that lottery ticket and win the jackpot of over a billion dollars, would that make my life better in the impending viral apocalypse?

Or even reverse it!"
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"Victor, breakfast is ready!"

From downstairs came the clear shout of Mrs. Julia.

Three members of the host family were already sitting at the dining table: Mrs. Julia, her daughter Selina, and the head of the family, Mr. Congers, who could not be ignored.

He is a senior police chief of the Baitan Town Police Station. He is tall and strong, with a body like a mountain. His calmness reveals an aura of violence that cannot be ignored.

The townspeople were both in awe of and dependent on him.

This sheriff, who is less than 40 years old, always likes to wear a short-sleeved uniform, as if he is deliberately showing off his well-developed and strong biceps and fists as big as casseroles.

His waist bag is full of handcuffs, guns, batons and magazines, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

His vehicle is an electric "Mustang" police car with a striking police badge printed on the body, making it look majestic.

Every time he went out, he would wear a bulletproof vest and keep his walkie-talkie open 24 hours a day, ready to draw his gun and engage in a firefight at any time.

Perhaps it was the town's security situation that made Mr. Congers extremely nervous. Whenever the sheriff was at home, the atmosphere in the whole house would become a little solemn.

Selina dared to argue with her mother, but she didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of her father. At this moment, she was obediently eating fried eggs with toast, and even the chewing sound was deliberately low.

"Good morning, Mr. Congers." Zhou Qingfeng did not dare to act rashly in front of the 1.9-meter-tall sheriff, and took the initiative to greet him before sitting down.

"Yeah." The serious-looking sheriff just nodded slightly in response.

The sheriff patrolled all night and came back early in the morning, exhausted. His face was tired, but his eyes were still sharp.

He sat down to rest for a while, ate a few bites of breakfast in a hurry, and then left immediately to continue his work.

Zhou Qingfeng was boring himself. His mind was still thinking about the lottery, and he felt both excited and nervous.

Just as he was silently swallowing his breakfast, he suddenly felt a pair of thin feet rubbing against him from under the table.

The toes were soft and the soles were smooth. They gently rubbed his calves, moving slowly upwards.

A restaurant, a square table, four people, who's trying to take advantage of me? I didn't have this kind of treatment before!
　Wasteland Restart!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)