27: Chapter 27 Special Forces Delta Force!

On the tenth floor of the building, in the central open space of the temporary concentration camp.

One hundred selected Wall Street elites clutched rusted military daggers in their hands.

Among them were hedge fund tycoons with net worths exceeding ten billion, CEOs of mining groups controlling global resources, and senior members of Congress who frequently gave speeches on television.

Usually, these people could make a third-world country go bankrupt with the flick of a finger.

But now, their eyes were red, and like a pack of starving wolves, they stared intently at a cart in the center of the open space.

On the cart, fifty bottles of iced mineral water and fifty ham sandwiches stuffed with thick slices of beef were neatly arranged.

The alluring aroma of food permeated the air.

The remaining thousands of hostages were forced back ten meters away by the Mech Bandits at gunpoint, watching this scene with terror on their faces.

Chu Feng sat on a leather sofa.

Stussy knelt obediently on the carpet.

She had witnessed the tragic sight of that young lady from the DuPont Family licking blood off a corpse, and at this moment, she felt nothing but immense relief.

As long as she could serve this devil well, she wouldn't have to become a beast.

"Begin."

Chu Feng exhaled a puff of smoke. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible in the silent tenth-floor hall.

One hundred men froze for a second.

"Ah!"

A pot-bellied bank president suddenly let out a beastly roar, raised the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it directly into the stomach of a young executive beside him.

"Squelch!"

The sharp blade pierced through the suit, and warm blood gushed out, splashing onto the bank president's face.

The young executive fell down, screaming, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground.

This single strike completely tore apart the civilized facade of the so-called upper class.

The crowd instantly erupted into chaos.

For those fifty portions of food that could save their lives, these elites went insane.

They brandished their rusted daggers, stabbing and hacking at each other in a disorganized frenzy.

"Die! Let me drink water!"

A usually gentle and refined investment magnate was slashed in the back.

He turned around, punched the attacker in the bridge of the nose, and then pounced like a mad dog, sinking his teeth into the opponent's neck and tearing off a piece of bloody flesh.

Screams, the dull thud of blades entering flesh, and the crisp sound of bones breaking wove together into a symphony of hell.

Fresh blood stained the expensive Persian carpet red.

Suits were torn to shreds, and luxury watches lay in pools of blood, ignored by all.

In less than ten minutes, the battle ended.

Fifty corpses lay scattered across the open space.

The thick stench of blood was nauseating.

The remaining fifty people, covered in blood, panted heavily.

They still clutched their blood-dripping daggers, their eyes vacant and numb, revealing a pure, animalistic nature.

They had won.

A tech company boss, who had been stabbed three times, threw away his dagger and scrambled toward the cart.

He grabbed a bottle of water and, without even fully unscrewing the cap, frantically poured it into his mouth.

Then he grabbed a sandwich and, mixed with the blood on his hands, chewed it voraciously.

The others also pounced, devouring the food like starving ghosts reincarnated.

The surrounding thousands of hostages watched these blood-covered victors, trembling in fear, with some even losing control of their bladders on the spot.

They knew that if Chu Feng played this game again tomorrow, they would be the ones down there.

Chu Feng watched these elites, who were eating like pigs, with cold eyes.

These fifty people had completely had their spines broken by him.

Their hands were stained with the blood of their own kind, and from psychology to physiology, they had completely degenerated into beasts driven by instinct.

As long as he gave them a little food every day from now on, they would become the most obedient and cold-blooded lackeys in the building.

"Throw the corpses out the window."

Chu Feng stood up, not bothering to look again. He took a few Mech Bandits and Stussy, and turned toward the elevator.

...

Los Santos, night.

The water and food supply had been cut off for over forty-eight hours.

Everywhere in the city, there were burning flames and acrid smoke.

Corpses in the streets attracted swarms of stray dogs and crows.

A sense of despair spread wildly among the millions of civilians.

Washington, The Pentagon.

The President sat in the strategic command center, his face so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water.

On the big screen, international news channels were scrolling through blurry videos coming from inside Los Santos.

Although the internet was cut off, some civilians always managed to use satellite phones and shortwave radios to broadcast the tragic situation in the city.

"Protest! The USA government is murdering civilians!"

"The White House must step down! Stop the blockade!"

Large-scale protests and demonstrations had already erupted in several major cities across the USA.

Some rioters had even begun attacking local police stations.

The blockade plan of cutting off water and food had backfired.

If this dragged on any longer and millions of people in Los Santos starved to death, the federal government of the USA would face the crisis of total disintegration.

"We cannot wait any longer."

The President stood up abruptly and looked at the General of the Special Operations Command beside him.

"His anti-aircraft laser is very powerful; large-scale bombing won't work. A ground assault will just get slaughtered by tanks and Gatling guns. We need to use the most direct method."

"Are Delta Force and SEAL Team Six ready?"

The General stood at attention and saluted, his eyes stern and murderous.

"Mr. President, two of our top-tier Tier One special forces are already on standby in stealth transport planes outside the atmosphere."

"A total of two hundred elite soldiers. All equipped with the most advanced optical stealth combat suits and silent weapons."

"Very good." A flash of ruthlessness crossed the President's eyes. "At midnight tonight, execute a HALO jump. Avoid his anti-aircraft radar and air-drop directly onto the roof of the Global Financial Center."

"At all costs, kill Chu Feng. As long as he is dead, his army without command will be nothing but a scattered mess!"

Above Los Santos, in the stratosphere at thirty thousand feet.

A black C-17 stealth transport plane, its entire body coated with radar-absorbent material, glided through the night sky silently like a giant nocturnal owl.

Inside the cabin, red tactical lights were lit.

Two hundred burly, heavily armed special forces soldiers wore high-altitude oxygen masks.

They wore optical stealth suits capable of shielding against infrared thermal imaging, holding special assault rifles equipped with silencers and low-light scopes.

This was the sharpest dagger of the USA.

They had previously executed countless nearly impossible decapitation missions in the Middle East.

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

The green jump signal light sounded inside the cabin.

The rear cargo door slowly opened.

The extremely cold air currents from thirty thousand feet up rushed in frantically.

The Delta Force commander leading the team gave a hand signal.

Two hundred special forces soldiers did not hesitate for a second, leaping out of the cabin like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

They spread their limbs, like black meteors.

Under the cover of night, they plummeted rapidly toward the three-hundred-eighty-meter-tall Global Financial Center directly below!