15: Chapter 15: The California Governor is Terrified! He Seizes Los Santos' Tallest Building!

A Rolls-Royce Phantom was cruising smoothly along the wide roads of Los Santos.

Chu Feng leaned back against the leather seat and rubbed Jessica's face vigorously.

Having just bound the talent [War Intuition], his senses had been enhanced to an unbelievable degree.

"Go to the Global Financial Center in Los Santos."

Chu Feng gave the instruction indifferently to the driver in the front row.

"Yes, boss."

The Rolls-Royce swerved sharply at the next intersection.

Escorted by a fleet of black SUVs, it sped towards the tallest skyscraper in downtown Los Santos.

The Hilton Hotel had already been reduced to ruins.

He now commanded an army of two hundred thousand.

He even had armored vehicles and armed helicopters.

Naturally, he needed a throne worthy of his status.

The Global Financial Center in Los Santos stood three hundred and eighty meters tall.

It was the most luxurious and heavily guarded top-tier landmark building on the entire West Coast.

Since he had come to the USA.

Then the best things should naturally be his.

...

Meanwhile.

The capital of California.

Inside the Governor's emergency bunker, fifty meters underground.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it felt as if it were about to condense into water.

California Governor Schwarzenegger was pacing back and forth in the pure steel nuclear-proof bunker, sweating profusely.

His usually well-tailored suit was now thoroughly soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to his overweight body.

On the massive holographic projection screen, images captured by satellites were looping.

The Colton Family hillside estate turned into a sea of fire, and the mountainous, gruesome wreckage of National Guard armored vehicles on Rodeo Drive.

"A madman! A devil! This is nothing short of war!"

Schwarzenegger smashed the expensive Cuban cigar in his hand onto the ground, roaring like a crazed wild boar:

"A full armored battalion stationed in Los Santos, plus five hundred elites from Blackwater, were unilaterally massacred in under ten minutes!"

"Can someone tell me where that Asian man named Chu Feng conjured up those twenty thousand well-equipped troops from?!"

The head of the California FBI branch standing nearby was as pale as a sheet; he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and reported in a trembling voice.

"Governor... the intelligence networks of The Pentagon and the CIA have been completely paralyzed."

"These militants seem to have appeared in Los Santos out of thin air."

"They not only possess top-tier HK416 assault rifles but are even equipped with Stinger anti-aircraft missiles."

"The most terrifying thing is... we just cross-referenced them with the facial recognition system and discovered that these militants... they all have legal USA social security numbers and perfect tax records!"

"Legally speaking, they are all impeccable, law-abiding citizens of the USA!"

"Fuck!"

Schwarzenegger kicked the coffee table in front of him, shattering the glass all over the floor.

"Twenty thousand legal citizens carrying heavy weapons?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"No... Governor, it might be more than twenty thousand."

Just then, an intelligence officer stumbled into the bunker, holding a top-secret report: "The latest satellite thermal imaging just intercepted shows that extremely dense life signals have suddenly erupted in several satellite cities around Los Santos."

"Initial estimates... at least one hundred thousand unidentified armed personnel are converging on downtown Los Santos!"

"One hundred thousand?!"

Hearing this number, Schwarzenegger felt his vision go dark, his legs went weak, and he collapsed into his chair.

One hundred thousand heavily armed desperadoes!

If this force were to fully erupt in Los Santos.

Not only would the entire California fall instantly, but they could even strike directly at Washington!

"What does the President say? What about The Pentagon's aircraft carrier fleet and the Air Force?!"

Schwarzenegger shouted as if grabbing at a lifeline.

"The President is already on Air Force One... The Pentagon refuses to use weapons of mass destruction in downtown Los Santos, as that would cause millions of civilian casualties and trigger global condemnation."

The FBI director swallowed hard.

"The President's death order to you is... before the federal troops have finished assembling, appease this man named Chu Feng at all costs!"

"Appease? With what?!"

Schwarzenegger's face turned deathly pale.

He knew Los Santos was finished.

At this moment, the dignity of the USA.

Was completely trampled under the feet of that madman.

...

The Global Financial Center in Los Santos.

This eighty-eight-story skyscraper, with its exterior made entirely of one-way bulletproof glass, exuded a cold aura of capital under the sunlight.

On the top floor, in the luxurious CEO office.

As the actual owner of this building and the Asia-Pacific Executive CEO of the top Los Santos financial conglomerate, the "Morgan Consortium" — Evelyn, was standing in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

She had a breathtakingly beautiful yet icy, frost-cold face.

Evelyn was wearing an extremely high-end silver-gray custom business suit.

The slim-fit cut outlined her perfect figure, comparable to a world-class supermodel, to perfection.

Underneath the white silk shirt, those proud peaks were firm and high, without a single ounce of excess fat.

Below her willow-thin waist, which could be encircled by one's hands, was a tight pencil skirt.

It wrapped around her perky, rounded, magnificent hips perfectly.

What was most eye-catching were her premium long legs, wrapped in transparent, ultra-thin black silk stockings, stepping into black red-bottomed high heels.

Straight, slender, and exuding an aloof, queenly aura that kept others at a distance.

In this woman's eyes, ninety-nine percent of the men in all of Los Santos were only fit to be her simps.

"CEO Evelyn, the Colton Family has been completely wiped out."

A security captain in a black suit stood behind her, reporting with a grave expression:

"That group of unidentified militants is extremely brutal; now all the police in Los Santos have hidden in the police stations, not daring to come out. Do we need to strengthen the building's security?"

Evelyn picked up her Blue Mountain coffee, took a light sip, and a confident, cold smile appeared on her stunningly beautiful face.

"Strengthen security? No need."

She turned around, her black-stockinged legs elegantly crossed, and leaned against the wide desk.

"This is the Global Financial Center, an asset of the Morgan Consortium. The companies housed in this building are all Global Fortune 500 enterprises; if even a single pane of glass were to fall here, it would cause shockwaves in the Wall Street stock market."

"Although that thug named Chu Feng is crazy, he is not stupid."

"He dares to touch upstarts like the Coltons, but he would absolutely not dare to provoke us, the Morgan Consortium."

"The security system of this building is at the level of The Pentagon, and the underground vault is built to nuclear-blast-proof standards; even if he brought missiles to bomb it, don't even think about..."

"BOOM—!!!"

Evelyn hadn't finished speaking.

A thunderous, earth-shaking boom came directly from the building's lobby on the first floor!

The entire three-hundred-and-eighty-meter-tall skyscraper actually swayed violently under the terrifying shockwave of the explosion!

The coffee cup in Evelyn's hand fell to the floor and shattered, hot coffee splashing onto her leg.

"What's going on?!"

Evelyn's eternal iceberg face finally changed color, and she demanded sharply.

The security captain frantically pressed the communicator by his ear; then, his face turned instantly pale, and even his voice was trembling.

"CEO... they are here! That devil named Chu Feng... he brought an army and fought his way in! The bulletproof glass curtain wall on the first floor was blown apart by their RPGs!"

"What?!"

Evelyn's pupils contracted violently.

An unprecedented sense of absurdity and fear instantly welled up in her heart.

That madman, he actually dared to take action against the landmark building of the Morgan Consortium?!

The first floor of the building.

The lobby, originally magnificent and paved with Italian marble, had now become a ruin.

Outside the main entrance, ten black bulletproof SUVs had completely sealed off the street.

The car doors pushed open.

A full one hundred [Special Killing Desperadoes] that Chu Feng had just purchased through the system, like death gods walking out of hell, carrying assault rifles fitted with silencers, poured into the lobby like mercury spilling onto the ground.

They were completely different from the basic-level desperadoes from before!

The eyes of these special desperadoes were deeper and colder.

Their bodies exuded a tangible murderous aura that only top-tier soldier kings who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood possessed!

Their movements had not a single ounce of excess; the firearms in their hands were as steady as if they had grown from their arms.

"Da da! Da da!"

Crisp and short suppressed gunfire rang out in the lobby one after another.

The top-tier security personnel inside the building, who claimed to be composed of retired Navy SEALs, didn't even have a chance to draw their guns before they were headshot one by one by these special desperadoes!

One after another, the security personnel in suits fell.

The entire battle process took less than thirty seconds, and the seventy-plus armed security guards in the lobby were wiped out completely!

Chu Feng, supported by Jessica, slowly stepped down from the Rolls-Royce.

He wore an immaculate black high-end custom suit, like a dark emperor inspecting his territory, and strode into this skyscraper, known as the most luxurious in Los Santos.

Jessica had exhausted her energy in the car just now, and her legs were still a bit weak.

She clung tightly to Chu Feng's arm; even though those stunning, proud, full curves brushed against the intense murderous aura radiating from Chu Feng, she only felt her whole body heating up, with nothing but endless submission in her heart.

"Control the elevator, go straight to the top floor."

Chu Feng didn't even glance at the corpses on the ground, giving the order coldly.

...

Three minutes later.

"Ding—"

The top floor of the building.

The CEO's private elevator emitted a crisp prompt sound.

The heavy metal elevator doors slid slowly to both sides.

A dozen special desperadoes were the first to rush out of the elevator.

The dark muzzles instantly locked onto every living thing inside the CEO's office.

"Don't shoot! I surrender!"

The security captain who had just been reporting to Evelyn was very sensible, throwing his pistol on the ground and raising his hands high.

And Evelyn, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, had now completely lost all color from her stunningly beautiful iceberg face.

She stood stiffly in place.

Watching helplessly as an Oriental man with a tall, upright figure, exuding a terrifying aura like a demon god, walked into her office, surrounded by a group of heavily armed killing machines.

Chu Feng's cold gaze fell upon this high-and-mighty premium female CEO.

Those long, straight, black-silk-clad legs, the perfect, proud curves, and that stunning face, which still showed a hint of stubbornness and coldness even in fear, instantly stirred up the desire for conquest in Chu Feng's bones.

The more arrogant a woman was, the more interesting it was to trample and ravage her beneath one's feet.

Chu Feng walked to the wide leather executive chair and sat down in a domineering manner.

He casually lit a cigarette, and through the curling blue smoke, his gaze roamed unscrupulously over Evelyn's breathtaking curves.

"From now on, this building is mine."

Chu Feng blew out a smoke ring, his tone overbearing and unquestionable.

"Kneel down to speak."