10: Chapter 10 Army vs. Mercenaries? 100,000 HK416s, let's shut the door and beat the dog!

Los Santos, the 3rd Mechanized Infantry garrison of the California National Guard.

A piercing alarm sounded.

A large number of USA soldiers surged out of the barracks and jumped onto armored vehicles.

On the tarmac, two "Apache" attack helicopters roared, their powerful airflow whipping up the dust on the ground into the air.

Inside the base command room.

The pot-bellied General Hans looked at the fifty million US dollars that had just arrived in his account, his face twisting into a greedy and cruel smile.

"General, the 3rd Infantry Battalion has finished assembling, and the target is locked on the Hilton Hotel in downtown Los Santos."

An adjutant walked up quickly, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Very good."

Hans flicked the ash off his cigar, "That old fox Richard said the other side has over a thousand mercenaries with heavy weapons; that's simply alarmist."

"On the territory of the great USA, no illegal armed force can withstand the slaughter of armored vehicles and Apaches."

"Tell the boys to blockade the block immediately upon arrival."

"Don't worry about civilian casualties; just use cannons and missiles to blast that hotel into dust for me."

"After it's done, everyone who participated in the operation will get a bonus of one hundred thousand!"

"Yes, Sir!"

The adjutant roared excitedly.

Meanwhile, on the highway of Los Santos.

Fifty black bulletproof Ford SUVs were lined up in a long dragon.

They were speeding toward the city center at 120 mph.

Inside the vehicles, five hundred members of the foreign legion belonging to the Blackwater Security Company were silently checking the weapons in their hands.

They were all absolute killing machines who had retired from the battlefields of Afghanistan and the Middle East; every one of them had hands stained with blood.

The Blackwater commander leading the team, "Viper," was wiping his carbine, a bloodthirsty sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth.

The Colton Family offered a bounty of one hundred million, with only one requirement.

Chop that Asian man named Chu Feng, along with all the living things around him, into meat paste.

This money was simply easier to earn than fighting a war in the Middle East for a year.

...

Hilton Hotel. Presidential suite on the top floor.

Unlike the murderous atmosphere outside, Chu Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

At this moment, a holographic 3D map provided by the [Tactical Command Network] was projected onto his retina.

The entire street network of Los Santos looked like a transparent sand table in his eyes.

At the edge of the sand table, a large area of blue light dots representing hostile armed forces was split into two torrents, coming aggressively from the West Coast and the suburban military base to encircle him.

Armored vehicles? Armed helicopters? Top-tier mercenaries?

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes, without the slightest fear.

"Finally, some decent toys have arrived."

He chuckled.

Just then, a hot and smooth delicate body pressed tightly against him from behind.

Alice, who had just woken up, wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing to cover herself.

She wrapped herself around Chu Feng's back like a beautiful snake.

Her two slender, jade-white arms wrapped around the man's sturdy and powerful waist and abdomen.

That pair of unconstrained, breathtaking, and proud fullness pressed without reservation against Chu Feng's broad back, bringing a wave of extremely soul-stirring soft sensation with her breathing.

Alice pressed her delicate and purely seductive face against Chu Feng's back muscles, her sea-blue eyes filled with a hint of post-sleep laziness and obsession: "Master... what are you looking at?"

Chu Feng didn't turn his head, instead reaching back to pinch her rounded, pert buttocks.

"Ah..."

Alice let out a charming moan; not only did she not dodge, but she pressed that alluring snowy whiteness even tighter against the man.

"Looking at a few stray dogs that don't know when they're going to die."

Chu Feng said indifferently.

Subsequently, Chu Feng's consciousness instantly connected to the tactical communication network covering the entire USA.

[Order: Immediately assemble twenty thousand ruthless thugs within the Los Santos urban area!]

[Fully armed, covertly approach the two blocks surrounding the Hilton Hotel.]

[Order: No need to defend; form a counter-encirclement for me.]

[Set up firing points at all high ground, intersections, and underground garages.]

[Order: Without my command, no one is to open fire.]

[Wait until those idiots are all in the pocket, then shut the door and beat the dogs for me!]

The moment the order was issued, the entire underground world of Los Santos roared into operation!

Those ruthless thugs distributed in every corner of Los Santos, having just changed into full sets of American individual combat equipment, poured out of the dark corners like ghosts.

Pitch-black bulletproof tactical vests, cold Kevlar helmets, and HK416 assault rifles exuding the aura of death.

They made no noise, like a black frenzy, quickly infiltrating toward the city center along the intricate sewers, alleys, and fire escapes of Los Santos.

And from the outside.

The morning in Los Santos was still as calm as usual.

The white-collar workers rushing to work on Wall Street and the civilians buying coffee on the side of the road had no idea.

On the rooftops of the skyscrapers above their heads and in the underground parking lots beneath their feet, twenty thousand terrifying killers armed to the teeth were already densely lurking!

This was a death net capable of grinding the entire Los Santos city center into meat paste!

Twenty minutes later.

"Woo-wah—woo-wah—"

Piercing sirens broke the tranquility around the Hilton Hotel.

Fifty black SUVs from the Blackwater Company, like wild bison charging wildly, smashed directly through the isolation barriers outside the hotel, blocking the main entrance of the hotel completely!

Five hundred fully armed foreign mercenaries poured out of the cars like a tide, instantly occupying all cover outside the hotel.

The dark gun barrels were aimed at the hotel's main entrance and the top floor.

Immediately after, the sound of the earth trembling approached from far to near.

Ten seven-meter-long Stryker eight-wheeled armored vehicles slowly drove into the block, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

The 12.7mm heavy machine guns on the tops of the armored vehicles had their safeties disengaged, and the golden ammunition belts glittered with a bloodthirsty light in the sun.

"Rum-rum—"

In the sky, two Apache attack helicopters, like two huge steel monster birds, hovered in the air just one hundred meters from the top floor of the Hilton Hotel.

The gale whipped up by the propellers blew the greenery around the hotel, causing it to sway wildly.

The entire Hilton Hotel was instantly surrounded like an iron bucket!

The wealthy people and guests who were originally sleeping inside the hotel were all scared out of their wits by this terrifying formation.

Someone tried to rush out the door, but was mercilessly smashed to the ground by a Blackwater mercenary with a gun butt.

"Listen up, people up there! This is a joint operation by the California National Guard and Blackwater Security!"

Beside an armored vehicle, a commander held a megaphone and roared toward the direction of the hotel's top floor:

"We know you are up there! Drop your weapons immediately, put your hands on your heads, and come out to surrender! This is your last chance!"

"Otherwise, we will use heavy weapons to carry out an indiscriminate destructive strike in one minute!"

The voice echoed throughout the block through the megaphone.

The army is pressing down on the border; there is no escape!

In everyone's view, even if there were a thousand armed militants hiding inside.

Under the three-dimensional strike of armored vehicles and Apaches, the only outcome would be to turn into meat paste.

However.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the top-floor suite.

There was no fluctuation on Chu Feng's face; instead, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Even though Alice was obsessed with Chu Feng's power, seeing the terrifying real army outside the window that looked like a Hollywood blockbuster, her pretty face turned pale with fear.

Her naked, delicate body pressed tightly against Chu Feng's legs, her hands clutching his waist tightly, and even her breathing had stalled.

Chu Feng slowly raised his right hand, his consciousness instantly connecting to the twenty thousand ruthless thugs lurking in the dark!

The order was issued:

"Fire!"