22: Chapter 22: Bombarding the Armored Division! The Desperate Cries of Wall Street Tycoons!

One hundred 120mm high-explosive shells tore through the night sky of Los Santos.

Five kilometers away.

The National Guard's main assembly area was instantly turned into a sea of fire.

"Boom—!"

The violent explosions merged into one.

A logistics truck filled with ammunition was hit directly, triggering a terrifying secondary explosion!

A massive fireball soared into the sky, instantly vaporizing dozens of soldiers who were resting nearby.

"Enemy attack! Artillery fire! Take cover!"

Shrill screams echoed throughout the camp.

Those National Guard soldiers, who usually only bullied civilians in security operations, completely broke down.

They dropped their weapons and scurried through the sea of fire like headless flies.

Their officers' orders became completely ineffective.

Just a single volley.

The two infantry battalions on the outskirts of the assembly area were completely wiped out.

Immediately after, the sound of a second round of artillery fire came again from the direction of the Global Financial Center.

...

The Pentagon, Strategic Command Center.

Dead silence.

The President of the Eagle Nation watched the harrowing real-time footage on the screen, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"He is warning us."

The Secretary of Defense's voice was dry, "The opponent's tank fire control system is extremely advanced. They didn't fire at the city center, but instead conducted precision strikes on the outer assembly area. That man named Chu Feng is telling us that if the army dares to advance any further, he will rain shells into the civilian districts."

"Retreat."

The President slumped in his chair like a deflated balloon.

He closed his eyes, masking the humiliation in his gaze.

"Order the National Guard to withdraw completely from the Los Santos urban area."

"Establish a blockade ten kilometers away. Without my order, no one is allowed to fire a single shot."

"Wire that 100 billion USD into his account immediately! Keep him steady!"

The USA, this self-proclaimed world's number one military superpower, had bowed its head to an armed warlord on its own soil.

...

Underground control center.

Chu Feng watched the screen.

The dense red dots representing the National Guard began to retreat frantically like a receding tide.

He sneered and pressed the command to cease fire.

The army had retreated.

Los Santos had now completely become an undefended isolated island.

Evelyn knelt beside Chu Feng's legs, her sea-blue eyes filled with shock.

She had watched with her own eyes as this man used a few hundred artillery shells to forcefully drive back the regular army of the USA.

Her arrogant heart was completely crushed, leaving behind only deep awe and a morbid infatuation.

She took the initiative to press her face against Chu Feng's suit trousers, rubbing gently like a cat trying to please its master.

Her long golden hair spilled over Chu Feng's leather shoes.

Chu Feng reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.

Evelyn's red lips parted slightly, her gaze lingering and seductive.

Beneath her shirt with its plunging neckline, the breathtaking snow-white skin heaved violently due to her rapid breathing.

"The army has retreated. Now, it's time to go collect the rent."

Chu Feng let go.

He turned his head to look at several special red dots marked on the holographic map.

Those were the Asia-Pacific headquarters of the Rockefeller and DuPont Family in Los Santos.

At this moment.

Rockefeller Center building.

This top-tier 60-story office building had already been completely surrounded by 3,000 special-ops-trained bandits.

Thirty M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles blocked all exits.

The autocannons on top of the fighting vehicles were loaded, their cold barrels pointed directly at the bulletproof glass doors on the first floor of the building.

Top floor of the building, bulletproof conference room.

The head of the Rockefeller consortium's Asia-Pacific region, Smith, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

He was over fifty, pot-bellied, and his expensive suit was already soaked through with cold sweat.

A dozen consortium executives were also sitting in the conference room, each one pale as a sheet and trembling.

The sound of artillery fire outside had just ceased.

They all already knew the news of the National Guard's retreat.

The army had run away; who else could these capitalists rely on?

"Bang!"

The blast-proof door of the conference room was suddenly blown open.

The heavy steel door slammed directly onto the large conference table.

Two executives couldn't dodge in time and had their legs crushed on the spot, letting out shrill screams.

A team of heavily armed, hardened bandits rushed in.

Dark gun barrels instantly locked onto everyone.

Smith was so scared that he knelt directly on the ground, clutching his head with both hands.

"Don't shoot! We have money! Don't kill me!"

A hardened bandit strode up to Smith and threw a communicator on the floor.

Chu Feng's cold voice came from the communicator.

"I am Chu Feng."

Smith trembled all over, scrambling toward the communicator, shouting into the microphone: "Mr. Chu! I am Smith! The Rockefeller Family is willing to pay a ransom! Please name your price!"

"Ransom?"

Chu Feng's sneer came from the communicator.

"You might not understand the situation. I'm not a kidnapper; I'm here to raid your assets."

"The password to the building's underground vault, as well as all your offshore accounts, bearer bonds, and digital currency in this building. Hand them all over within ten minutes."

Smith's face turned deathly pale.

The underground vault not only contained a large amount of physical gold belonging to the Rockefeller consortium on the West Coast, but also a lot of illicit black money and core commercial secrets.

If he handed it all over, even if he went back alive, he would be sunk into the Pacific Ocean by the family.

"Mr. Chu... the vault password is at the headquarters... I don't have the authority to open it all..."

Smith tried to stall for time.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The head of an executive next to Smith exploded just like a watermelon.

Warm brains splattered all over Smith's face.

"You have nine minutes left."

Chu Feng's voice had no fluctuation whatsoever.

"I'll hand it over! I'll hand it over immediately!"

Smith completely broke down.

In the face of an absolute death threat, the family's punishment no longer mattered.

He lay on the blood-soaked carpet, screaming frantically: "It's in my safe! There's the highest-level physical key for the vault! And all the account keys! Don't kill me!"

The hardened bandit stepped forward and picked Smith up from the ground like a chick.

On the other side.

The DuPont Family's chemical group headquarters was also staging a very similar asset-raiding scene.

The tank barrel was pressed directly against the lobby's door pillar.

Facing the wolf-like and tiger-like hardened bandits, those capitalists who were usually dressed in suits and ties were even more humble than rats in the sewer, tearfully handing over all their wealth.

Underground control center.

Chu Feng leaned back in his boss chair.

Listening to the reports coming continuously from the communicator, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

[Ding! Detected that the Rockefeller building's underground vault has been breached. Plundered a large amount of gold and bearer bonds. System is calculating...]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining Wealth Points: 280,000 points!]

[Ding! Detected that the DuPont Family group headquarters' funds have been forcibly transferred. System is calculating...]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining Wealth Points: 210,000 points!]

The system's notification sound was like the most wonderful music.

Nearly 500,000 Wealth Points were credited to his account again!

Added to the remaining 100,000+ from before.

His Wealth Points were once again approaching the 700,000 mark!

Chu Feng's large hand squeezed hard on Evelyn's black-stockinged long leg.

"Robbing tycoons is indeed much faster than robbing banks."