16: Chapter 16 The Iceberg CEO's Submission!

"Kneel and speak."

Chu Feng's deep, domineering voice echoed throughout the office.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

A flash of disbelief and shock crossed Evelyn's stunningly beautiful face, only to be replaced by a sense of intense humiliation and fury.

Who was she?

She was a direct descendant of the Morgan Consortium, a top-tier Wall Street financial conglomerate!

She was the Executive CEO of the Asia-Pacific region, controlling hundreds of billions of dollars in assets!

Even the Governor of California or a member of Congress from the USA would have to respectfully address her as "Ms. Evelyn" upon meeting her.

In this country filled with money and power, she was one of the few people standing at the very pinnacle of the pyramid.

Since she was young, it had always been others kneeling at her feet.

When had anyone ever dared to speak to her in such a tone, as if commanding a dog?

"Chu Feng, don't be too arrogant."

Evelyn took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in her heart, and struggled to maintain the pride of a top-tier capitalist.

Her straight, long legs, wrapped in transparent, ultra-thin black silk stockings, tensed slightly as her sea-blue eyes stared coldly at Chu Feng.

"I admit you possess terrifying armed forces. But this is an asset of the Morgan Consortium!"

"Your current actions are equivalent to declaring war on all of Wall Street and the most core capitalist circles of the USA!"

"As long as I press a single alarm button, The Pentagon's carrier strike groups and intercontinental missiles will lock onto you!"

"Take ten million dollars and get your people out of this building, and I can pretend today's events never happened. Otherwise..."

"Bang!"

Before Evelyn could finish her threat, a deafening gunshot erupted directly inside the office.

The security captain, who had been kneeling on the ground with his hands covering his head, had his skull burst open like a ripe watermelon!

The disgusting red and white mixture even splattered onto Evelyn's expensive red-bottomed high heels.

The one who fired was a special kill-squad thug standing beside Chu Feng.

He didn't even blink, as if he had merely crushed a bug.

Wisps of smoke still rose slowly from the muzzle.

"Ah!"

Evelyn let out a scream, terrified.

The aura of the cold, aloof queen crumbled instantly.

She instinctively took two steps back, her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the floor.

Although she held a high position and was accustomed to the bloodless killings of the financial markets, where had she ever witnessed such a bloody scene of brains splattering in person?

Chu Feng leaned back in the leather executive chair and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Wall Street? The Pentagon?"

A mocking sneer curled the corners of Chu Feng's mouth. "Are you still not clear on the situation? I've slaughtered an armored battalion of the regular army; are you trying to threaten me with a bunch of vampires who only know how to tap on keyboards in an office?"

"Forget about The Pentagon not daring to nuke this city right now; even if they actually dared to drop a nuke, I could still carve every piece of flesh off your body and feed it to the dogs before the bomb even landed."

"I'll count to three. After three, if your legs are still standing straight, then they won't ever need to bend again."

"Three."

The cold countdown sounded like a death warrant from the Grim Reaper.

A dozen special thugs wielding assault rifles pulled their bolt handles with a "click."

The pitch-black muzzles locked in unison onto Evelyn's flawless legs in black silk.

"Two."

Looking into Chu Feng's eyes, which held no human emotion but only endless brutality, the final line of defense in Evelyn's heart finally collapsed completely.

The wealth, status, and background she prided herself on were simply a joke in front of this madman.

In this enclosed space, Chu Feng was the only god, holding the power of life and death over her.

She didn't want to die!

She absolutely did not want to become a headless corpse like that security captain!

"Thump..."

At the very moment Chu Feng was about to shout "One," this high-and-mighty female CEO of the Morgan Consortium closed her eyes in humiliation.

Her beautiful legs in black silk, coveted by countless Wall Street tycoons, bent slightly before finally kneeling heavily onto the blood-stained Persian rug.

Her tight, silver-gray pencil skirt rode up due to the kneeling motion, accentuating the extreme curve of her round, perky hips.

"I... I'm sorry... Mr. Chu..."

Evelyn lowered her head, her entire body trembling violently from extreme humiliation and fear.

Two streams of tears slid down her stunningly beautiful cheeks and dripped onto the carpet.

She had never dreamed that one day she would be kneeling at a man's feet, begging for mercy like the lowliest female slave.

Chu Feng didn't speak; he simply snapped his fingers at Jessica beside him.

Jessica understood immediately and obediently climbed up from the floor.

She walked over to the desk, skillfully opened a bottle of red wine, and poured half a glass.

Chu Feng took the glass and looked down from his high position at Evelyn, who was kneeling before him.

"Look up."

Evelyn bit her red lips and tremblingly raised her stunning, tear-streaked face.

Chu Feng tilted the glass.

The crimson, cold wine poured directly onto Evelyn's head.

"Ah..."

Evelyn let out a cry of humiliation, yet she didn't even dare to dodge.

"You're not so noble, are you?"

Chu Feng tossed the empty glass onto the floor and gripped Evelyn's pointed chin tightly. "Remember this feeling. From today on, there is no CEO of the Morgan Consortium in this building, only one of my dogs."

"Your office, your building, and even the body you take so much pride in—all of it is my war trophy."

Looking at Evelyn's eyes, filled with humiliation and fear yet forced to submit, the violent impulses within Chu Feng were completely ignited.

He didn't immediately enjoy this exquisite beauty in the office.

The top priority now was to turn this 380-meter-tall skyscraper into an impregnable war fortress!

Chu Feng let go, allowing Evelyn to collapse onto the floor like a puddle of mud.

His consciousness instantly connected to the system's tactical communication network.

"Transmit my orders!"

[Attention all thugs!]

[First to Fifth Corps (totaling 50,000 personnel), immediately take control of the Global Financial Center in Los Santos!]

[Seal all entrances and exits; establish a military exclusion zone within three kilometers of the building!]

[Any unauthorized living thing that approaches is to be killed on sight!]

[Sixth to Tenth Corps (totaling 50,000 personnel), fully control all main roads, bridges, and cross-sea bridges in Los Santos! Cut off all land transportation between the entire city and the outside world!]

[Eleventh to Fifteenth Special Corps (totaling 50,000 personnel), break into smaller units and infiltrate all police stations, National Guard reserve barracks, and municipal buildings in Los Santos!]

[Disarm all armed forces; anyone who resists is to be executed on the spot!]

[The remaining 50,000 troops are to act as a mobile reserve force, standing by at all times!]

With this series of iron-fisted orders issued by Chu Feng in his mind, the 200,000-strong army lurking in every corner of Los Santos began to operate like a war machine!

Below the Global Financial Center, tens of thousands of fully armed thugs surged into the building like a black tide, taking control of every floor from the first to the eighty-eighth.

The Wall Street elites and financial white-collar workers who had originally been working in the building were all herded like pigs to the underground parking garage to be detained, with guns pointed at their heads by the thugs.

And the most shocking part was yet to come.

With a wave of Chu Feng's hand, he directly deployed the massive weapon he had just purchased from the system space—the [Thug Heavy Combined Arms Armored Brigade]!

"Vroom—vroom—vroom—"

In the wide plazas and main roads surrounding the building, space twisted strangely.

Amidst a dazzling light...

A full one hundred 70-ton M1A2 main battle tanks and two hundred M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles appeared out of thin air in the city center of Los Santos!

Those massive steel-beast bodies and the pitch-black 120mm smoothbore cannons exuding an aura of death instantly transformed this once-bustling commercial district into a terrifying, heavily guarded military base.

"Rumble—"

The tank tracks roared deafeningly.

The one hundred main battle tanks quickly dispersed, their cannons pointing outward in unison, surrounding the Global Financial Center in an impregnable iron fortress!

Not only that, but twelve Apache attack helicopters also took to the skies under the system's command.

Looking at the terrifying formation outside the window, which rivaled a war capable of destroying a nation, Evelyn, who was kneeling on the floor, was completely stunned.

Her eyes were filled with desperate shock.

She finally understood how foolish and ridiculous her previous attempt to threaten this man with the Morgan Consortium had been.

This person was not some street thug.

He was the supreme commander of a terrifying army capable of overthrowing the government of the USA!

"Where is the building's security system controlled?"

Chu Feng asked coldly, looking down at the stunned female CEO.