17: Chapter 17 The Cold and Aloof CEO's Utter Depravity!

"It's... in the defense hub on the fifth basement level."

Evelyn's voice trembled, humble like a female slave who had made a mistake.

"Lead the way."

Evelyn bit her luscious red lips.

She shakily climbed up from the blood-stained carpet.

Her originally crisp silver-gray skirt was now crumpled and rolled up to the tops of her thighs.

Those exquisite long legs, wrapped in ultra-thin transparent black stockings and wearing ten-centimeter red-bottomed high heels, were as limp as noodles due to extreme fear, swaying as she walked.

Chu Feng followed behind her expressionlessly, with over a dozen elite thugs close behind.

Jessica, like a docile female cat, kept her head down and followed closely at the very back.

The group walked into the CEO's private elevator and descended directly to the fifth basement level.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a sci-fi style white alloy corridor, with a half-meter-thick explosion-proof alloy door at the end.

"Open it."

Under Chu Feng's order, Evelyn walked to the door.

She extended a trembling finger to verify her fingerprint, then verified her iris, and finally entered a long string of passwords on the virtual keyboard.

"Click—"

Accompanied by a heavy hydraulic sound, the explosion-proof door slowly slid open to both sides.

Inside was an expansive control center flickering with eerie blue light.

Rows of sophisticated large-scale servers were running at high speed.

In the very center was a massive holographic projection screen.

This was the fortress-level hub built by the Morgan Consortium at a cost of one billion dollars, capable of withstanding nuclear explosions and EMP electromagnetic pulse strikes.

Chu Feng waved his hand.

Several elite thugs, skilled in top-tier global hacking, pounced like hungry wolves, roughly kicking away the terrified staff in front of the console, their hands turning into blurs as they furiously typed on the keyboards.

In less than five minutes.

"Boss! The system has been fully taken over!"

An elite thug turned around and reported in a cold voice:

"All automated defense machine guns, backup nuclear power supplies, and surveillance networks inside the building have been completely locked down by us."

"The external network connection has been re-encrypted at the highest level."

"The hackers at The Pentagon won't be able to hack in even a single punctuation mark now!"

Chu Feng blew out a smoke ring with satisfaction.

From now on, this 380-meter-tall skyscraper, the premier skyscraper of Los Santos, had completely become his private steel fortress.

Chu Feng turned around, ordered the thugs to stand guard outside, and then cast his gaze upon Evelyn.

At this moment, inside the control center, there was no one else besides Chu Feng. The heavy explosion-proof door had long been completely locked.

Looking at the wild fire igniting in Chu Feng's eyes, Evelyn knew she could not escape.

In front of this man who represented absolute violence, any resistance was futile.

"Strip."

Chu Feng sat on the large metal console and spat out only one word.

Evelyn's stunningly beautiful face turned deathly pale for an instant, then flooded with a flush of humiliation.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

That white silk shirt, soaked in red wine and translucent, was stretched taut, threatening to burst.

She abandoned all her pride and dignity.

Her fair, slender hands lifted and trembling, she unbuttoned her shirt.

The silky fabric slid down her smooth shoulders and fell onto the cold alloy floor. Next was that silver-gray tight-fitting skirt.

In the blink of an eye, nothing remained on this aloof ice queen but a set of extremely sexy black lace lingerie and those seductive, semi-sheer black stockings.

Large patches of skin, as white and smooth as mutton-fat jade, were exposed to the air.

She had an excellent figure; years of self-discipline had left her stomach flat without a trace of fat.

Her legs were long and straight, and the breathtaking fullness of her chest was tightly wrapped in black lace, squeezing out a deep, alluring cleavage.

Evelyn, with her jade feet bare inside her high heels, walked step by step to Chu Feng.

She slowly bent those noble, black-stockinged legs.

"Master..."

She lowered her head, her voice hoarse.

Chu Feng showed no mercy or tenderness.

He reached out with a powerful hand, grabbed Evelyn's golden wavy hair, and lifted her entire body up directly.

"Riiiip—"

The obstructive black lace fabric was ruthlessly torn by Chu Feng with one hand and tossed aside on the floor.

Evelyn let out a cry of pain, her hands gripping the metal edge of the console, her knuckles turning white from extreme exertion.

She bit her luscious red lips tightly, not daring to make any sound of resistance.

The cold, hard alloy surface formed a sharp sensory contrast with the man's strength.

The room was filled with the most primitive, blood-pumping sounds.

...

Meanwhile, in Washington, in the strategic command center deep beneath The Pentagon, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme. The air seemed to have solidified into substance.

"Bang!" The President of the Eagle Nation slammed his palm onto the solid wood table, his face deathly pale and terrifying.

The Secretary of Defense, the four-star generals of various military branches, and the CIA director sat on either side, none daring to even breathe.

On the giant electronic screen directly ahead, a high-definition, real-time image of downtown Los Santos, transmitted by a military reconnaissance satellite, was being displayed.

In the image, a full hundred 70-ton M1A2 main battle tanks were linked end-to-end, completely blocking all intersections around the Global Financial Center!

The pitch-black 120mm smoothbore gun barrels were raised, pointing straight at the sky, exuding a suffocating sense of war-time oppression.

Two hundred M2 infantry fighting vehicles patrolled back and forth on the surrounding streets.

Twelve Apache attack helicopters with cold paint jobs were hovering over the plaza in front of the building.

And on all the rooftops and high points within a radius of several kilometers, the area was densely packed with armed personnel in black, holding assault rifles and carrying Stinger anti-aircraft missiles!

"Who can explain this to me!" The President of the Eagle Nation suppressed his rage, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth like an enraged old lion.

"In the center of our country's most prosperous city, why has a full-strength heavy mechanized infantry brigade suddenly appeared out of thin air?!"

"Is the CIA eating sh*t? How were so many tanks transported into Los Santos?!"

The CIA director was covered in cold sweat, his voice trembling: "Mr. President... we really can't find out! All SkyNet surveillance and satellite alerts didn't receive any signals of heavy weapon mobilization. They... they seem to have just crawled out from underground!"

"I don't want to hear this nonsense!" The President of the Eagle Nation's eyes were bloodshot. "What is the situation in the building now?"

"That is the Asia-Pacific headquarters building of the Morgan Consortium." The Secretary of Defense braced himself and stood up to report.

"The building has been completely occupied by this unknown armed force, and the external network has been completely cut off."

"Inside the building are hundreds of Wall Street executives, including CEO Evelyn, as well as thousands of financial white-collar workers. Now, they are all hostages."

"Can we take it back?!" The President of the Eagle Nation turned his head sharply to look at the four-star Army General.

The Army General shook his head with an extremely ugly expression: "Mr. President, it's very difficult. The opponent's firepower is extremely high, and they occupy the most core commercial district."

"If we want to storm and take back the building, we need to mobilize at least three elite heavy divisions to enter the city for urban warfare."

"Once the war starts, downtown Los Santos will be completely razed to the ground. Civilian casualties are estimated to exceed one million."

"The resulting economic losses and global stock market panic will set our country's economy back by twenty years!"

Dead silence! The entire strategic command center was soundless.

We can't fight. And we absolutely must not fight.

On the USA's own territory, using heavy troops to bomb a core Wall Street fortress filled with our own people—no administration could bear such a cost.

Once the order to fire is given, the President of the Eagle Nation would be impeached and removed from office by angry capitalists and the public tomorrow, or even sent to the guillotine.

"Send negotiation experts over." The President of the Eagle Nation slumped decadently into his large leather chair, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Contact the leader of this armed force immediately. No matter if he wants money or what conditions he has, agree to him first! Keep him stabilized in Los Santos for now!"

...

Los Santos. The Global Financial Center underground hub. Over an hour later.

Chu Feng calmly straightened his black shirt.

On the cold console, Evelyn lay limp like a puddle of mud that had been completely drained of its bones.

Her body was covered in fragrant sweat and red marks, and her golden long hair was scattered messily across the metal surface.

That pair of torn black stockings hung pitifully at her slender ankles.

Her eyes were dazed, and she was panting heavily.

This once unattainable ice queen CEO had now been completely tamed by extreme violence, turning into a delicate, soft canary that could only rely on Chu Feng.

Jessica took a hot towel, obediently climbed onto the console, and diligently helped Evelyn wipe her fair body.

Chu Feng ignored these two beauties who had completely surrendered. He strode to the main screen in the center of the control hall.

On the holographic screen, a 3D map of the entire Los Santos was displayed.

All major roads and bridges on the periphery had been completely cut off by the army under his command.

The entire bustling Los Santos was now in a state of extremely eerie static stagnation, completely reduced to a plaything in his palm.

In his hands, there were still a full 150,000 troops scattered in every corner of the city, like Damocles' swords hanging over the heads of the capitalists.

Chu Feng moved his mind slightly and opened the system panel in his mind.

The building had been taken, and the impregnable throne was secured.

Next, it was time to use the 200,000 troops in his hands to harvest the capital consortiums and bank vaults of the entire Los Santos like cutting leeks!