26: Chapter 26 Los Santos: A City Reduced to Hell!

Global Financial Center, top floor.

On a spacious leather sofa, Chu Feng casually tossed a blueprint of Los Santos' municipal facilities onto the coffee table.

Stussy knelt beside the sofa.

This Hollywood A-lister, who had been so high and mighty just yesterday, was now wearing only an extremely thin silk nightgown.

With her fair hands, she cupped Chu Feng's feet, working hard to massage his calf muscles.

To survive and stay on the top floor to drink clean water, she had completely abandoned all her dignity.

Chu Feng did not speak.

His gaze turned to the huge holographic Skynet screen in front of him.

The screen was divided into tens of thousands of small frames, broadcasting every corner of Los Santos in real-time.

It was the second day without water or food.

This bustling metropolis with a population of ten million had completely turned into a true primal jungle.

On the screen, in an upscale neighborhood on Sunset Boulevard, a group of slum gangsters armed with shotguns and baseball bats smashed open the door of a multi-million dollar villa.

The villa's owner, a Silicon Valley executive who usually wore suits, was shot to death on the spot.

His wife and daughter were dragged out of the room by the gangsters and wantonly assaulted on the lawn.

The few remaining packs of dried noodles and half a bucket of mineral water in the kitchen triggered a shootout among the gangsters.

Several people, fighting over a bottle of water, stabbed each other in the neck with knives.

The camera switched.

The ten-kilometer blockade line on the outskirts of Los Santos.

Hundreds of thousands of civilians, their eyes red with hunger, dragging their families along, converged into a dense, overwhelming crowd, charging towards the National Guard defensive line on the perimeter.

They wanted to escape this dead city.

"Back! Fall back immediately! This is a military restricted zone!"

Behind the defensive line, a USA soldier roared hoarsely into a megaphone.

Rows of armored vehicles blocked the road, and heavy machine guns were already loaded.

"Please! Give my child a drink of water! He's dying of thirst!"

A white woman, holding her dying baby in her arms, knelt before the barbed wire, crying out in despair.

But the soldiers behind the line remained unmoved.

The Pentagon's ironclad order: anyone who dares to cross the blockade line is to be killed without mercy.

The crowd grew more and more congested, with people in the back constantly pushing forward.

Finally, with a "snap," the barbed wire was crushed.

Thousands of rioters rushed towards the armored vehicles like a breached flood.

"Fire!"

The commander closed his eyes and swung his arm down fiercely.

"Da-da-da-da—!"

A dozen heavy machine guns spat out tongues of fire simultaneously.

Dense bullets mercilessly strafed the unarmed civilians.

The first row of people was instantly turned into sieves, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Cries, screams, and the roar of machine guns intertwined.

The USA military was massacring its own citizens.

Watching the blood-soaked scenes on the screen, Evelyn, who was holding a fruit platter, trembled all over.

"Scared?"

Chu Feng withdrew his gaze, pinched Stussy's chin, and turned to look at Evelyn.

"No... Master..."

Evelyn quickly lowered her head.

"They deserve it. If Washington hadn't ordered the water and power cut, things wouldn't have turned out like this."

Chu Feng sneered.

He pushed Stussy away and stood up.

"Let's go, let's go downstairs and take a look. Let's see how your peers on Wall Street are adapting."

...

The tenth floor of the building, a temporary concentration camp.

The elevator doors opened. A thick, foul stench assaulted them.

Two thousand heavily armed special bandits stood guard all around.

More than five thousand of Los Santos' top elites were now divided into a dozen zones.

The order here had been completely reshaped.

There was no money, no status.

Only pure labor exchange.

"Move faster! Clean up that vomit over there! Don't you want water anymore?!"

A bandit smashed his rifle butt hard against an old man's back.

The old man, wearing a tattered custom shirt and holding a rag, was kneeling on the floor, scrubbing hard at the blood and excrement on the ground.

He was the chairman of the board of California's largest hospital chain.

Worth billions.

Usually, he would have a dozen bodyguards clearing the way wherever he went.

Now, for half a bottle of muddy, dirty water a day, he had to work sixteen hours a day, cleaning up the trash on the entire floor.

Not far away.

A dozen formerly glamorous heiresses of chaebols and powerful women of Wall Street were lining up, carrying plastic buckets.

Their task was to clean hundreds of temporary toilets.

The Silicon Valley tech female CEO, who once spoke eloquently on the cover of Forbes, was now enduring the nauseating stench, scrubbing inside a toilet with rubber-gloved hands.

Her face was stained with grime, and her expensive Chanel suit had long been torn into shreds.

If they were even slightly slow, the supervising bandits nearby would lash their backs with barbed whips.

Their skin would split open, yet no one dared to resist.

Surrounded by several Mech Bandits, Chu Feng walked through the crowd.

All the elites who saw him were terrified and prostrated themselves on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads.

In their eyes, this Oriental man was ten thousand times more terrifying than a demon.

"Officer... Officer!"

A young girl with blonde hair and a filthy body scrambled out of the cleaning line and threw herself down outside the cordon five meters from Chu Feng.

Two assault rifles were instantly pointed at her head.

The girl was trembling all over, but she still stared fixedly at Chu Feng.

"I am a successor to the DuPont Family! My grandfather is the head of the DuPont conglomerate!"

"Please, give me a drink of clean water! I'll do anything!"

She had a highly recognizable, stunningly beautiful face.

Usually, she had tens of millions of followers on social media and was the national goddess for countless otaku in the USA.

At this moment, she knelt on the ground like a mad dog, forcefully tearing open her tattered shirt to reveal the proud, fair skin beneath, attempting to trade the body she was once most proud of for a little survival resource.

Chu Feng stopped and looked down at her from above.

He casually took a bottle of chilled mineral water from a nearby bandit and unscrewed the cap.

The girl's eyes instantly locked onto it.

A sound of swallowing, born of extreme thirst, came from her throat.

Chu Feng flipped his wrist.

The clear, cold mineral water was poured directly onto a nearby rotting corpse.

The water mixed with the blood and filth on the corpse and flowed into the cracks in the floor.

"Are you thirsty?"

Chu Feng said in an indifferent tone.

The girl looked at the puddle on the ground, her eyes red.

She actually threw herself recklessly at the stinking corpse, stuck out her tongue, and began frantically licking the mixture of blood and water beside the body.

As she licked, she made beast-like whimpering sounds.

The surrounding rich second-generation playboys who had once admired her closed their eyes at the sight, their stomachs churning.

The high and mighty chaebol heiress had completely devolved into a beast driven by instinct.

"Boring."

Chu Feng threw the empty bottle onto the girl's head.

He turned around and ordered the special Bandit Commander following behind him.

"These people have exhausted most of their energy."

Chu Feng looked at the five thousand elites below.

"Go and pick out one hundred men who are still relatively strong. Give them each a rusty dagger."

"Tell them, today there is only enough water and food for fifty people."

"The fifty who survive can eat and drink their fill."

"As for those who die, throw them out the window to feed the wild dogs below."