25: Chapter 25 Wall Street Elites Reduced to Pigs!

The morning sunlight pierced through the thick black smoke of Los Santos, shining into the top floor of the Global Financial Center.

The building's internal nuclear-powered backup generator was running steadily.

The central air conditioning blew out a constant stream of cool air.

Chu Feng sat on a large leather sofa.

On the pure silver platter in front of him lay a freshly seared M9 Wagyu steak, sizzling and steaming.

Beside it was a glass of chilled, freshly squeezed fruit juice.

Jessica knelt beside the coffee table, holding a knife and fork, carefully cutting a small piece of beef and bringing it to Chu Feng's lips.

She was wearing a tight maid outfit with an extremely short skirt and a very low neckline.

This was something she had found in a high-end boutique downstairs yesterday; she was sparing no effort to please Chu Feng.

Evelyn was kneeling at Chu Feng's feet.

She had no right to wear clothes.

She was only draped in one of Chu Feng's white shirts, which barely covered the tops of her thighs.

With her head bowed, she was extremely submissively massaging Chu Feng's calves with her fair hands.

Chu Feng chewed on the tender beef.

Outside the window lay Los Santos, which had completely descended into hell.

In the first twenty-four hours without water, electricity, or supplies, the riots had spread from the slums to the wealthy districts.

The streets were filled with burning cars and the corpses of civilians.

The sound of gunfire had not ceased all night.

"Beep." The holographic console lit up.

A half-body projection of a Mech Bandit appeared.

"Boss, the hostages held in the underground garage and on the lower floors have started causing trouble."

"They haven't had water or food for a day and a night, and a few old men are about to collapse."

Chu Feng swallowed the beef.

This building was originally the Asia-Pacific headquarters of the Morgan Consortium, housing a large number of senior Wall Street partners, bankers, and multinational corporate executives.

Coupled with the Hollywood stars who happened to be in the building yesterday for a luxury brand launch, a total of nearly five thousand people were being held hostage.

Chu Feng took a napkin and wiped his mouth.

"Let's go see this herd of swine I'm raising."

Chu Feng stood up.

Jessica hurriedly brought over a black suit jacket to help him put it on.

Evelyn also wanted to follow, but Chu Feng glanced at her.

"You stay here. Clean up the bloodstains on the carpet."

"Yes, Master."

Evelyn obediently lowered her head, not daring to show the slightest defiance.

Global Financial Center. Tenth floor, temporary concentration camp.

This place was originally a high-end open-plan office area.

Now, over five thousand well-dressed elites were herded here like sheep.

The air was filled with the stench of sweat, urine, and thick despair.

Having not had a drop of water for a day and a night, combined with extreme fear, these usually high-and-mighty big shots had completely lost their dignity.

Expensive Armani suits were crumpled on the floor, and hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of limited-edition bags were being used as pillows.

"Water... give me some water..."

A pot-bellied white old man lay on the ground, his lips cracked, his voice weak.

He was a senior partner at Goldman Sachs, with a net worth of billions of dollars.

"Officer! Please! Let us out!"

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes rushed to the cordon and shouted at the fully armed Mech Bandits.

"I am the nephew of a California senator! I have money! I'll give you ten million dollars, just give me a bottle of water and let me go!"

He pulled a checkbook from his pocket and waved it frantically.

The Mech Bandits guarding behind the cordon were expressionless, as if looking at a dead man.

"Bang!" A Mech Bandit directly raised his rifle butt and smashed it hard into the middle-aged man's face.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of a nasal bone fracturing, the middle-aged man screamed and fell to the ground, covered in blood.

The checkbook flew out and scattered all over the floor.

The crowd let out a terrified scream and retreated one after another.

Just then, the elevator door opened with a "ding."

Two rows of heavy Mech Bandits over two meters tall walked out first.

The heavy metallic footsteps echoed on the expensive floor, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The cold six-barreled Gatling guns in their hands made all the noisy sounds vanish instantly.

Chu Feng, accompanied by Jessica, walked slowly out of the elevator.

He scanned these five thousand-plus top elites of Los Santos with an indifferent gaze.

"That person... that's President Evelyn's secretary, Jessica!"

Someone in the crowd recognized Jessica in her maid outfit and widened their eyes in shock.

They could never have imagined that the usually cold and beautiful head secretary would now be following behind an Eastern man like a female slave.

Chu Feng walked to the front of the crowd.

Several Mech Bandits brought over a large leather sofa.

Chu Feng sat down imposingly.

"You're their leader?!"

The middle-aged man who had his nose broken earlier clutched his face, struggled to stand up, and stared fixedly at Chu Feng.

"Do you know who you've captured?! Half the people here control the lifeblood of Wall Street! You are setting yourself against the entire USA! The military will definitely not let you go!"

Chu Feng pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Jessica immediately stepped forward and skillfully lit it for him.

Chu Feng took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke.

"Bang!" He pulled the Desert Eagle from his waist and, without even looking, pulled the trigger.

The middle-aged man's head exploded instantly. Red and white gore splattered onto the people around him.

The headless corpse fell straight to the ground.

The whole place was dead silent. There were only heavy breathing sounds and suppressed sobs.

"I don't like people shouting at me."

Chu Feng threw the pistol onto the coffee table, his voice calm.

"Now, your lives belong to me."

He waved his hand. Behind him, several Mech Bandits pushed a cart over.

The cart was piled high with chilled mineral water and fresh sandwiches.

Seeing the food and water, the crowd instantly went wild.

Thousands of bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the cart, and the sound of swallowing echoed one after another.

If it weren't for the rows of machine guns pointed at them, they would have already rushed forward.

"Want to eat?" Chu Feng flicked the cigarette ash.

"Give it to me! I'll buy it! I'll pay any amount!"

That Goldman Sachs partner with a net worth of billions scrambled out of the crowd and knelt before the cordon.

"I'll give you the password to my Swiss Bank account! There's one hundred million dollars in it! I just want a bottle of water and a sandwich!"

Chu Feng sneered.

"Here, money isn't even worth as much as toilet paper."

He kicked the blood-stained checkbook on the floor away.

"The water and electricity in this city have been cut off by your government. All the food is in my hands."

"From today on, a bottle of water or a piece of bread must be exchanged for your dignity, labor, or intelligence."

"Men, go clean the toilets and bloodstains on the five floors below, and you can get half a bottle of water."

Chu Feng's gaze swept over the socialites and female celebrities in the crowd wearing evening gowns and designer dresses. "As for the women."

He picked up a bottle of chilled mineral water with water droplets on it, unscrewed the cap, and casually poured it onto the floor in front of him.

The clear water pooled into a small puddle on the expensive carpet.

"Crawl over and lick the water off the floor."

Chu Feng leaned back on the sofa, his eyes filled with extreme cruelty and mockery.

"Whoever licks it clean first gets this whole bottle of water."

Insult. Absolute insult.

This group of high-society women, who usually drank tens of thousands of dollars worth of red wine and traveled in private jets, were all trembling with shame and anger.

However, the burning thirst in their throats was frantically destroying their reason.

Ten seconds passed. No one moved.

"No one wants it?" Chu Feng made a move to pour the remaining water into the trash can nearby.

"Wait! I want it!"

In the crowd, a woman with an extremely hot figure, wearing a silver sequined deep-V evening gown, rushed out suddenly.

She had dazzling blonde hair, and her features were as delicate as a Barbie doll.

Many people recognized her. Stussy.

The current hottest Hollywood movie queen, the dream lover of countless men.

She had just attended a ten-million-dollar endorsement event in the building yesterday when she got trapped here.

Stussy no longer had any of the glamour of a movie queen at this moment.

Her delicate makeup was ruined. A large piece of her evening gown's hem was torn, revealing her fair and slender thighs.

She threw herself directly onto the carpet in front of Chu Feng.

In the shocked gazes of thousands of Wall Street elites, this high-and-mighty Hollywood goddess prostrated herself on the ground without hesitation.

To drink the water, she even pushed her neckline down low, exposing that deep cleavage completely to Chu Feng's view.

"Very good." Chu Feng looked down at this top-tier beauty at his feet with satisfaction.

He threw the remaining half bottle of mineral water onto the ground.

Stussy picked up the water bottle like a madwoman, tilted her neck back, and gulped it down.

The water flowed down her fair neck into her deep-V neckline, soaking a large area of snow-white skin.

After finishing the water, Stussy didn't retreat; instead, she hugged Chu Feng's suit trouser leg.

"Sir... I can do anything... I am Stussy..."

She looked up with her stunningly beautiful face, her eyes filled only with the desire to survive.

As long as she could stay upstairs, even being a dog was better than waiting for death in this hellish concentration camp.

With Stussy taking the lead, those socialites and supermodels in the crowd who prided themselves on their status completely abandoned their bottom line.

A dozen or so women with hot bodies and stunning looks cried and rushed out of the cordon, kneeling before Chu Feng, begging to trade their bodies for food and water.

Those billionaire men could only watch helplessly as the goddesses who usually ignored them begged and fawned at another man's feet for half a sandwich.

Chu Feng stood up, kicked away the socialites who were in his way, and grabbed Stussy's blonde hair.

"You, come upstairs with me."

Just as Chu Feng was enjoying absolute power in the Global Financial Center. Washington, The Pentagon.

"Sir! Urgent intelligence!"

An intelligence officer rushed into the strategic command center, his face pale.

He held a satellite thermal imaging report that had just been analyzed.

The President and all the generals looked up.

"Satellite images show that a large-scale armed convoy movement occurred in Los Santos last night."

The intelligence officer's voice trembled.

"That man named Chu Feng... he sent people to loot all the grain depots, supermarkets, and pharmaceutical warehouses in Los Santos. All the supplies were transported into the Global Financial Center."

"What?!"

The Secretary of Defense stood up abruptly, his pupils contracting. "He looted all the food in the city?"

"Yes..." the intelligence officer swallowed. "Right now, in the Los Santos urban area, millions of civilians have no food or drinking water reserves."

The entire command center fell into a deathly chill.

The President of the Eagle Nation's face instantly turned ashen gray.

He slumped in his chair, feeling as if his heart had been tightly gripped by a giant hand.

He had intended to trap and starve Chu Feng to death by cutting off water and electricity.

But he hadn't expected Chu Feng to be ten thousand times more ruthless than him, directly pulling the rug out from under him and monopolizing all the supplies.

"It's over..." the President muttered to himself, "It's completely over now."

Without supplies, the millions of starving civilians wouldn't attack the heavily armed Global Financial Center; they would kill each other, or even storm the blockade lines set up by the National Guard on the outskirts like zombies.

When that time comes, to prevent millions of rioters from rushing out of Los Santos, the military will have no choice but to open fire on its own civilians.

The USA is about to stage an unprecedented humanitarian massacre in front of the whole world!