19: Chapter 19: One Million Wealth Points! Upgrade the Anti-Air Matrix and Heavy Mech!

One million one hundred and eighty thousand Wealth Points credited!

Including the previous balance, Chu Feng's total Wealth Points have now reached one million one hundred and ninety-six thousand eight hundred!

Chu Feng leaned back in his executive chair and exhaled a puff of blue smoke.

He was not blinded by this massive sum of money.

Extorting the President of the Eagle Nation was only the first step.

He knew the style of the USA government very well.

The money was paid just to secure the hostages.

What follows will definitely be a devastating military strike.

Using thermobaric bombs or bunker-busters to level this building is standard operating procedure for The Pentagon.

Chu Feng opened the system panel.

He clicked directly into the Daily Black Market Mall.

Now that he had over a million in funds, he didn't need to wait for the system to auto-refresh; he could just spend money to force-refresh the item pool.

"System, spend 1,000 Wealth Points to refresh the store."

The dark red light screen flickered, and three brand-new high-tier items appeared.

[1. "Sky Dome" All-Weather Anti-Air Missile Matrix]

[Description]: Can be perfectly integrated with the main structure of the building. Includes 300 hidden anti-air missile silos and high-energy laser close-in weapon systems. Controlled by a system-level radar AI, it can intercept 100% of all flying objects, missiles, and nuclear strikes within a 50-kilometer radius.

[Price]: 300,000 Wealth Points.

[2. Underground Micro Military Production Line and Infinite Ammunition Depot]

[Description]: Installed in the building's basement. As long as there is sufficient electricity, it can continuously and automatically produce various types of conventional ammunition and individual rations. It completely solves the logistical consumption problem for an army of 200,000.

[Price]: 200,000 Wealth Points.

[3. 10,000 Exoskeleton Heavy Mech Bandits]

[Description]: Each soldier is equipped with semi-covered powered exoskeleton armor, a handheld six-barreled Gatling gun, and a micro grenade launcher. Their strength and defense are five times that of the special bandits; they are true land-based meat grinders.

[Price]: 500,000 Wealth Points.

Chu Feng looked at these three items with sharp eyes.

An anti-air matrix, infinite logistics, and heavy infantry.

These three things were exactly what he needed to turn the Global Financial Center into an invincible fortress that could never be breached!

The USA wants to bomb the building with missiles?

He would like to see whether The Pentagon has more missiles or if his anti-air matrix is tougher.

"Purchase all, deploy immediately."

Chu Feng gave the command.

One million Wealth Points were deducted instantly, leaving only over 190,000 in his account.

The moment the command was issued.

The entire Global Financial Center shook violently.

On the top floor of the building.

Evelyn was kneeling beside the desk, holding an ashtray in both hands.

Feeling the violent tremors beneath her feet, she turned pale with fright.

She thought that the USA's missiles had hit.

"Master... is it an earthquake?"

Jessica was also so frightened that she hugged Chu Feng's calf.

Chu Feng ignored them.

Outside the Global Financial Center at this moment.

Extremely sci-fi changes were taking place.

The one-way bulletproof glass on the building's facade flipped open piece by piece, and hundreds of dark missile silos emerged from inside the building.

At the four corners of the building, four high-energy laser close-in weapon systems emitting a cold metallic light rose up.

Eight floors underground.

The originally empty foundation area was forcefully expanded by the system space.

A fully automated micro military factory appeared out of thin air.

The robotic arms on the assembly line began to run crazily, and crates of gleaming yellow bullets and shells were produced continuously and sent to the Mech Bandits on various floors via dedicated elevators.

On the streets of Los Santos.

Flashes of white light streaked by.

10,000 Mech Bandits, over two meters tall and covered in thick exoskeleton armor, descended out of thin air.

They carried six-barreled Gatling guns that usually required vehicle mounting, with huge ammunition boxes on their backs, looking like iron gods of death as they directly took over the core defensive perimeter of the building.

The tremors inside the building quickly subsided.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Evelyn keenly saw the anti-air missile launchers that had risen outside.

Her beautiful eyes widened; she simply couldn't believe her own eyes!

She had personally supervised the construction of this building, and there were absolutely no anti-air missiles!

How did these heavy weapons grow on the building in an instant?

She looked at Chu Feng, who was sitting in the leather chair.

This man was like a bottomless black hole; his methods had completely exceeded the understanding of human science!

Evelyn looked down at herself.

Her spare black professional suit was a bit disheveled.

The hem of her skirt was rolled up to her thighs.

Her legs, wrapped in black silk stockings, felt numb from kneeling for a long time.

She had completely resigned herself to her fate now.

In the face of such god-like methods, the wealth of Wall Street was nothing more than a pile of waste paper.

"Look up."

Chu Feng ordered.

Evelyn obediently raised her cold and beautiful face.

"Go to the wine cabinet and get a bottle of good wine," Chu Feng instructed.

"Yes," Evelyn said, bracing herself against the carpet to stand up.

Her high heels clicked on the floor; because her legs were weak, she walked very slowly.

The black hip-hugging skirt tightly wrapped around her pert buttocks, swaying into an alluring curve as she walked.

She walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of Romanée-Conti.

She opened it with a corkscrew and poured it into two wine glasses.

She carried the glasses back to Chu Feng, knelt down again, and handed one of them to him.

Chu Feng took the glass and took a sip.

His gaze traced down her fair neck.

The neckline of this spare shirt was cut very low, exposing a large expanse of fair, creamy skin to the air, with a deep cleavage that was very eye-catching.

Chu Feng reached out and pinched her chin.

"Besides Morgan, which other financial magnates are there in Los Santos?"

Since he was going to rob them, he might as well rob them clean.

Evelyn was forced to look up.

"There is also the West Coast branch of the Rockefeller family, the headquarters of the DuPont Family's chemical group, and several tech giants in Silicon Valley."

Evelyn betrayed Wall Street's allies without hesitation, "Their vaults also contain huge amounts of bearer assets and gold."

"Very good," Chu Feng released her.

He pressed the communicator in front of him. "Order the mobile reserve unit. Surround the Rockefeller and DuPont headquarters in Los Santos for me. If they don't hand over the vault passwords within ten minutes, use infantry fighting vehicles to level their buildings."

"Yes, Boss!"

The cold reply of the Mech Bandits came through the communicator.

Chu Feng put down the communicator.

At this moment, the radar on the console screen suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.

"Boss, the radar has detected six squadrons of F-22 fighter jets approaching Los Santos. Distance is 200 kilometers. Expected to arrive overhead in 15 minutes."

The special Mech Bandit in charge of radar monitoring reported.

At the same time, satellite images showed that dense crowds of military trucks and armored vehicles had appeared on the highways on the outskirts of Los Santos.

Six divisions of the USA National Guard had completed their assembly.

They were advancing towards the city center of Los Santos from four directions simultaneously!

The revenge of the President of the Eagle Nation had arrived.

And it was an unbridled, all-out attack!

Evelyn heard the alarm, and her face turned deathly pale instantly!

Six divisions of troops, plus groups of F-22 fighter jets.

The Pentagon is planning to completely wipe the entire Los Santos city center off the map!

She instinctively leaned towards Chu Feng's leg.

Chu Feng leaned back against the chair, his expression unchanged.

He pulled Evelyn, who was kneeling on the floor, into his arms and sat her on his lap.

His large hand covered her straight leg wrapped in black silk stockings, kneading it wantonly.

"Activate the anti-air matrix automatic interception mode. Lower all tank gun barrels; prepare for urban warfare."

Chu Feng stared at the red dots of the fighter jets rapidly approaching on the screen.