12: Chapter 12 A Bloodstained Morning in Los Santos: A Terrified Capital Tycoon!

The deafening sounds of gunfire and artillery finally faded over the city center.

However, what followed was not tranquility, but a deathly silence.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the nauseating stench of scorched flesh.

Rodeo Drive, outside the Hilton Hotel, had now turned into a purgatory.

Armored vehicles worth millions of dollars had been blasted into charred, scrap metal husks.

The display windows of the luxury shops along the street had long since been pulverized into glass dust by the dense crossfire.

The commander of Blackwater Security, "Viper," was currently dragging his severed torso, crawling with difficulty along the road.

His lower body had been completely sheared off by shrapnel, and his intestines, mixed with internal organs, dragged along the ground, leaving a shocking, dark red trail of blood.

"Help… help me…"

Viper spat out bloody foam as he reached out a trembling hand toward an SUV not far away.

"Clack, clack, clack."

The heavy, rhythmic sound of tactical military boots echoed in his ears.

Viper struggled to lift his head.

In his line of sight, a pair of pitch-black combat boots appeared.

Following the boots up, there stood a ruthless gunman wearing top-tier individual combat gear and a black skull mask.

This gunman possessed no human emotional fluctuations.

Those eyes looked down at Viper, who was struggling in the pool of blood, as if looking at a crushed cockroach.

The gunman slowly raised the assault rifle in his hand, pressing the pitch-black muzzle against Viper's forehead.

"No… I am with Blackwater… you cannot…"

"Bang!"

Without listening to his nonsense, the gunman pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The large-caliber rifle bullet instantly blew off Viper's skull, ending the mercenary's sinful life.

Similar execution scenes were playing out simultaneously in every corner of the street.

Twenty thousand gunmen pouring out from the shadows, like a group of cold-blooded cleaners, were methodically clearing the battlefield.

Whenever they saw a living creature still breathing, whether it was a soldier from the National Guard or a Blackwater mercenary, they were met with crisp and decisive headshots.

In less than ten short minutes.

The five hundred elite mercenaries and the armored vehicle formation were wiped out, not a single survivor left.

"Withdraw."

Accompanied by a low electronic command.

The twenty thousand fully armed gunmen, like receding black seawater, vanished rapidly into the intricate buildings and sewers of Los Santos with terrifying tactical discipline.

They came and went like the wind!

When the police, who had been hiding several blocks away out of fear, finally mustered the courage to peek out.

There wasn't even a shadow of an attacker left on the entire Rodeo Drive, save for the mountains of corpses.

Meanwhile.

On the West Coast of Los Santos, at the luxurious estate of the Colton Family.

Richard Colton was sitting behind the large mahogany desk in his study.

He was in a good mood, even humming a classical opera leisurely.

In his view, as soon as the National Guard and Blackwater's mercenaries arrived.

That Asian maniac who dared to provoke the Colton Family in Los Santos would be crushed into meat paste in an instant!

As for the innocent wealthy people and civilians caught in the crossfire at the Hilton Hotel?

Afterward, he only needed to spend a little on PR fees and have the media pin the blame entirely on an "overseas terrorist attack," and the Colton Family would remain the cleanest, most noble capitalist tycoon in California.

"Ring-ring—!"

The red encrypted phone on the desk, which connected directly to the California military, suddenly rang.

Richard curled the corner of his mouth into a smug smile and casually pressed the speaker button.

"General Hans, is it over so soon? I was just preparing to open a bottle of Romanée-Conti to celebrate your victory…"

"Richard! You old mad dog who should go to hell!!!"

From the other end of the line came Hans's hysterical roar, sounding like a pig being slaughtered.

The smile on Richard's face instantly froze.

He could even hear the chaotic footsteps and shrill alarm sounds coming from the background of the call.

"What kind of monster did you provoke, you f*cker?! One thousand people?! You told me the opponent only had one thousand people?!"

Hans's voice was completely distorted by extreme fear.

"A full twenty thousand! They are all professional troops carrying HK416s and anti-aircraft missiles!"

"My armored vehicle formation was wiped out! The Apache was shot down!"

"Five hundred Blackwater mercenaries didn't even last ten minutes before being slaughtered!"

"You are dead, Richard! I am dead too!"

"The FBI and the military police from The Pentagon are already ramming my base gates!"

"Screw your political contributions, I curse your whole family to be chopped into meat paste by that devil—Bang!"

Accompanied by a dull gunshot.

The sound of a heavy object hitting the floor came from the other end of the line, followed by a dead silence of a busy signal.

Clearly, facing the dual despair of a military tribunal and the electric chair, General Hans chose to commit suicide by shooting himself.

"Clatter."

The phone in Richard's hand fell straight to the floor.

This capitalist tycoon who had dominated Los Santos for forty years was now like a petrified statue, his hands and feet as cold as a corpse.

Twenty thousand people?

Fully armed regular military firepower?

One-sided slaughter?

These words were like heavy hammers, smashing all of Richard's pride and confidence.

He finally realized what kind of terrifying monster his idiot son had provoked for the family!

To silently deploy twenty thousand heavily armed gunmen in the city center of Los Santos.

This kind of ability, let alone his Colton Family, even if the President of the USA wanted to do it, it would be absolutely impossible to do so without leaking a whisper of news!

"Run… must run immediately…"

Richard was trembling violently all over.

He didn't even have time to care about his son, William, who was lying paralyzed on a stretcher.

He slammed the intercom on his desk and roared at the butler outside:

"Quick! Prepare the helicopter immediately! Notify our bank accounts in Switzerland to transfer all funds!"

"Have all the bodyguards in the estate take up arms and guard the gates! We are flying to Europe immediately!"

Richard knew that since the other party dared to go on a killing spree in Los Santos, they would absolutely not let the Colton Family go.

If he continued to stay here.

The outcome would be ten thousand times worse than General Hans's!

Inside the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel.

Chu Feng sat leaning against the headboard, and beside him, Alice had fallen into a coma-like sleep.

The girl's fair, exquisite body, which could be described as a world-class beauty, was covered in blood-pumping red marks.

Traces of tears still remained on her delicate, pure, and alluring face.

Even in her sleep, one of her snowy white arms was still tightly hugging one of Chu Feng's thighs, full of pitiful attachment and submission.

Chu Feng casually stubbed out the finished cigarette butt and, with a thought, pulled up the system panel.

Just after the one-sided massacre ended, the system had unexpectedly popped up a series of notifications.

[Ding! Your subordinate gunmen have successfully annihilated the USA's regular armored formation and top-tier mercenary group, seizing remaining weapons, equipment, mercenary black card cash, and other supplies. The system has automatically performed a high-level conversion!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining an additional war plunder reward: Wealth Points +50,000!]

Seeing the influx of 50,000 Wealth Points, Chu Feng's eyes lit up.

"Killing and arson bring gold belts"—the ancients truly did not deceive me!

Fighting an annihilation battle, just by seizing the supplies and the mercenaries' black money from the dead, could convert into a full 50 million USD in wealth!

This was much faster than borrowing usury from gangs on the street.

"System, how many Wealth Points do I have in my account now?"

[Current Wealth Points balance: 246,800 points.]

Nearly 250 million USD in cash reserves!

This amount of money was enough for him to exchange for some terrifying weapons of mass destruction in the black market mall that could truly change the landscape of war.

However, they were not needed yet; why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?

To deal with a terrified local family in Los Santos, the one hundred thousand fully armed gunmen he had were already enough to let them experience what true despair meant.

Chu Feng threw off the quilt and walked off the bed naked without any hesitation.

He walked to the large walk-in closet and casually picked out a black suit.

Seeming to sense the disappearance of the heat source beside her.

Alice on the large bed opened her eyes groggily.

When she saw Chu Feng putting on a shirt, she didn't even bother to put on a coat, and with her stunningly snowy white legs bare, she stumbled over to Chu Feng and knelt down on the expensive Persian carpet with a "thud."

"Master… let Alice serve you as you dress…"

She reached out her fair, delicate hands and devoutly held up Chu Feng's belt.

Although her movements were inexperienced, she meticulously fastened the buckle for him.

When she looked up, that pair of proud, snowy white mounds, which appeared even more astonishingly large due to her kneeling posture, were displayed without reservation before Chu Feng's eyes, exuding an irresistible, ultimate charm.

Chu Feng reached out and lifted her delicate chin, a smile flashing in the depths of his deep eyes.

"Be a good girl, wash up in the hotel, and wait for me."

Chu Feng put on his suit jacket and straightened his tie slightly.

His entire demeanor instantly transformed from the violent beast of just moments ago into a gangster in a suit.

He turned his head and looked toward the direction of the West Coast of Los Santos outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

That was exactly where the Colton Family estate was located.

"It's time to go and collect the emotional distress damages owed to me, with interest."