11: Chapter 11: Massacre of the National Guard, Apache Crashes!

"Fire."

With a command from Chu Feng.

The entire city center of Los Santos seemed to have had some terrifying switch of destruction pressed at this very moment.

"Da-da-da-da-da—!!!"

A second ago, the streets, high-rise rooftops, underground garage exits, and even the hundreds of temporarily smashed glass windows of the office building opposite were silent; now, they all simultaneously spat out tongues of orange-red fire!

It was the terrifying scene of twenty thousand American-made HK416 assault rifles firing at once!

The dense bullets were like a rainstorm of metal, pouring down from all directions onto the five hundred Blackwater mercenaries and ten armored vehicles outside the Hilton Hotel in a desperate, sky-covering display.

The gunfire converged into a terrifying sonic boom, and the ground of the entire block shook violently under this extreme display of firepower!

"Enemy attack! Ambush! Take cover—" The shrill roar of the Blackwater commander, "Viper," didn't even have time to leave his throat before it was drowned out by the deafening roar of gunfire.

He watched helplessly as several battle-hardened veterans beside him exploded into countless mists of blood in an instant, without even being able to make the motion of raising their guns to return fire!

In front of the crossfire grid formed by twenty thousand assault rifles, tactical maneuvers, bulletproof vests, and cover all became laughable paper toys!

The heavy black bulletproof SUVs were riddled with holes within seconds.

The bulletproof glass was shattered by the dense rain of bullets.

The mercenaries hiding behind the vehicles were torn apart instantly along with their cars!

"Counterattack! Use the armored vehicle cannons to suppress them!" several officers of the National Guard screamed frantically into their walkie-talkies.

However, before the heavy machine guns on top of the armored vehicles could even turn their barrels, "Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!"

Hundreds of RPG rockets, carrying ear-piercing shrieks, rained down from the rooftops and surrounding high ground!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The deafening explosions were incessant.

The expensive Stryker eight-wheeled armored vehicles were like tin cans stuffed with explosives under this insane, saturation-style strike.

One armored vehicle was hit by seven or eight RPGs at the same time.

The steel beast, weighing over a dozen tons, was flipped into the air, and its turret was blown to pieces.

The USA soldiers hiding inside the armored vehicle didn't even have time to scream before they were melted into charcoal by the ultra-high-temperature metal jets.

"Pull up! Pull up now! The firepower below is too dense, we've been locked on!"

In the sky, the pilots of two Apache attack helicopters looked at the scene below on the streets, which resembled a living hell, terrified out of their wits, and frantically pulled the control sticks to try to gain altitude.

On their radar screens, the dense red warning dots were like a countdown from the Grim Reaper.

However, it was already too late.

How could the pocket formation set up by Chu Feng let these two most conspicuous steel birds escape?

Inside a commercial building opposite the hotel, dozens of ruthless thugs shouldered Stinger anti-aircraft missiles and coldly pulled the triggers.

"Boom—!!!" The tail rotor of one Apache helicopter was blown off on the spot.

The unbalanced steel beast, resembling a giant fireball in mid-air, crashed headlong into a nearby office building.

Shattered glass filled the sky, mixed with burning aviation fuel, pouring down onto the streets like a rain of fire.

"Ahhh! Help! Sir, save me!"

"These aren't terrorists! This is an army! Devils! They are devils!"

The shrill screams and wails echoed through the block, but were quickly drowned out by the violent gunfire.

In the infantry battalion command room more than ten kilometers away, "Clang!"

The coffee Hans was holding smashed directly onto the floor.

His fat face, which had originally been filled with greed and arrogance, was now full of absolute horror, as if he had seen a ghost!

On the real-time screen, his pride and joy, the armored vehicle formation, had turned into a pile of scrap metal.

The elite soldiers he had sent out were being ruthlessly harvested like wheat.

"Gen... General... First Squad has lost contact... Third Squad has been wiped out... The Apaches have crashed..." The adjutant reported stutteringly, his voice trembling.

"This is impossible... This is absolutely impossible!" Hans grabbed his hair violently, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

Didn't that old bastard Richard say the enemy only had a thousand men?

With the firing points emerging from all directions in the footage, and that sky-covering web of bullets, he would believe it was a full-strength heavy division, let alone a thousand men!

How could such an army, armed to the teeth, be lurking in the city center of Los Santos?!

This is war!

This is a war of unilateral slaughter against the USA regular army!

Hans knew he was finished.

Even if he could walk out of the command room alive, The Pentagon's military tribunal would send him to the electric chair.

Hilton Hotel, top-floor presidential suite.

It was completely different from the hellish scene of corpses and blood outside.

Chu Feng stood steadily as a mountain in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

On his solid, broad back, Alice was clinging tightly, like a frightened octopus.

Every time the flash of an RPG explosion passed outside the window, Alice would let out a charming exclamation, her arms instinctively tightening around Chu Feng's neck.

Her sea-blue eyes were filled with tears, and through the man's shoulder, she watched the exaggerated unilateral slaughter below, which was like something out of a Hollywood doomsday movie, in sheer terror.

In this world where the law of the jungle was pushed to the extreme, faced with the absolute power and terrifying violence of Chu Feng, which was enough to overthrow everything, the gene for admiring strength in Alice's bones was completely ignited.

"Master... You are the true God... The God of Los Santos..."

Alice's voice trembled uncontrollably, filled with a thick nasal tone and an unmelting passion.

She couldn't even be bothered with the bloody scene outside the window that was harvesting lives.

Those long, straight, snow-white legs...

Feeling the astonishing elasticity from behind, a cold smile curled at the corners of Chu Feng's mouth.

This battle didn't need his command at all.

Twenty thousand people fighting five hundred was completely like using cannons to hit mosquitoes; the ending had been determined at the very moment the firing started.

He turned around and looked down at the Western beauty hanging on him, who was already completely aroused.

Alice tilted her head back, her red lips slightly parted, breathing rapidly.

The pair of huge snow-white breasts on her chest swayed with waves that made one's blood boil due to her violent heaving.

In those sea-blue eyes, there was nothing left but endless submission and desire for Chu Feng.

"Since you think I am God."

Chu Feng grabbed the girl's round, pert bottom, lifted her up, and strode towards the messy large bed.

"Then give all your energy to serve your God well!"