29: Chapter 29 The White House's Last Trump Card Shattered!

Inside the dark, sprawling eighty-fifth floor.

The sound of motors driving the barrels to rotate was infinitely amplified in the deathly silent space, like the Grim Reaper sharpening his scythe.

"Take cover! Open fire! It's heavy armor!"

Ghost's pupils constricted instantly; his battle-hardened muscle memory left him with no hesitation.

He executed a tactical dive, hiding behind a thick load-bearing pillar nearby, while simultaneously letting out a shrill roar over the communication channel.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft—!"

The two hundred special forces soldiers reacted extremely quickly.

Their assault rifles, equipped with silencers, instantly spat out dim tongues of flame.

Dense 5.56mm armor-piercing rounds rained down like raindrops upon the fifty massive, dark steel figures ahead.

However, in the green field of view of his night vision goggles, Ghost watched in despair as those expensive armor-piercing rounds struck the Mech Bandits' exoskeleton armor, only sparking weak bursts of light.

They couldn't even scratch the paint before being forcefully deflected!

Those fifty steel monsters stood like mountains in the darkness, unmoved.

The next second.

"Vrum, vrum, vrum—!!!"

The rotation speed of the fifty six-barreled Gatling guns reached its peak!

A violent metal storm instantly tore through the darkness of the eighty-fifth floor!

The blinding, meter-long tongues of flame spitting from the gun barrels illuminated the entire trading hall as if it were broad daylight!

With a terrifying rate of fire of six thousand rounds per minute, fifty guns fired simultaneously.

This was, in the true sense, a downpour of bullets!

Countless dark red tracer rounds wove together in mid-air into an airtight death net.

With a violent posture that swept away and destroyed everything, it pushed forward ruthlessly toward the area where the special forces soldiers were located!

"Ahhh!!!"

The screams hadn't even fully transmitted over the communication channel before being completely drowned out by the deafening roar of gunfire.

Optical stealth combat suits?

In the face of absolute saturation fire coverage, stealth was just a huge joke!

The 7.62mm full-power rounds fired by the Gatling guns easily tore through the stealth suits and Kevlar bulletproof vests worn by the special forces soldiers.

In mid-air, those areas that were originally invisible to the naked eye suddenly erupted into huge, crimson mists of blood!

Severed limbs and broken arms, accompanied by shredded internal organs, flew through the air, torn apart by the hail of bullets.

The high-end office desks and bulletproof glass partitions in the hall were like fragile biscuits in the face of this metal storm, instantly turning into powder filling the air.

"Sir! We can't hold them off! They are monsters—shhh!"

In the bone-conduction headset, the deputy captain's voice stopped abruptly.

Ghost watched helplessly as the deputy captain, less than five meters away, along with the solid wood cover he was hiding behind, was cut in two at the waist by a dense burst of bullets.

A massacre!

A one-sided massacre with no suspense!

These Tier 1 special forces soldiers, who were invincible on the battlefields of Afghanistan and the Middle East and known as the "Blade of the USA," didn't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder in front of these fifty Mech Bandits.

In less than thirty seconds.

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

In the trading hall on the eighty-fifth floor.

It was filled with the suffocating smell of gunpowder and the nauseating stench of blood.

Of the two hundred special forces soldiers, except for Ghost, who was hiding behind a load-bearing pillar and hugging his head tightly, they were all wiped out!

The floor was covered in a thick layer of viscous flesh and mud; not a single complete corpse could be found.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Heavy, cold footsteps, stepping in the pool of blood, slowly approached the load-bearing pillar where Ghost was.

Ghost was trembling violently.

The psychological defense of this iron-blooded soldier king completely collapsed at this moment.

He dropped the assault rifle in his hand, because he knew that thing couldn't even penetrate the opponent's bulletproof plates.

A massive mechanical hand covered in black armor directly grabbed his neck, and like picking up a chick, lifted him from behind the load-bearing pillar into mid-air.

A strong sense of suffocation washed over him.

Ghost kicked his legs wildly, but could not shake that steel hand in the slightest.

...

Meanwhile.

Washington, The Pentagon Strategic Command Center.

The entire hall fell into a deathly cold and silence!

Just half a minute ago, terrifying machine gun roars suddenly erupted in all communication channels, followed by the desperate screams of two hundred soldier kings.

And now, the vital sign monitoring signals representing the two hundred special forces soldiers instantly turned into glaring red alarms on the screen, and then went out one after another.

Total annihilation!

The President of the Eagle Nation stood stiffly in front of the big screen, the color drained completely from his face, as if his soul had been sucked out in an instant.

"Mr. President..." The voice of the General from the Special Operations Command trembled uncontrollably, his eyes red, "Delta Force and SEAL Team Six... have lost contact."

It's over.

The White House's last and proudest trump card.

Was crushed into powder by the opponent as casually as squashing a group of ants.

...

Global Financial Center.

Fifth basement level, control center.

Chu Feng leaned on the sofa, watching the bloody eighty-fifth-floor surveillance footage on the holographic screen, and yawned boredly.

"Bring the one who is alive down here."

Chu Feng said casually.

A few minutes later.

"Bang!"

The explosion-proof door opened.

Ghost, whose helmet and stealth suit had been ripped off, was thrown heavily onto the Persian rug of the control center by two Mech Bandits like a piece of trash.

Ghost gasped for air, a deep purple bruise on his neck.

He raised his head with difficulty, his face covered in the blood of his comrades.

When he saw the scene in the control center clearly, this special forces commander, who had seen enough life and death, opened his eyes wide, even forgetting his fear, leaving only deep absurdity and disbelief.

On the wide leather sofa sat an Asian youth with an aura like a dark emperor.

And at the youth's feet knelt two women.

One of them was actually the CEO of the Morgan Consortium's Asia-Pacific region, who often appeared on the covers of financial magazines and controlled hundreds of billions in assets, Evelyn!

And the other one struck Ghost like a lightning bolt.

The most popular Hollywood actress, the dream goddess of countless men around the world, Stussy!

These high-and-mighty financial queens and top Hollywood superstars were, in front of this man, even lower than ants!

Ghost's worldview was completely overturned at this moment.

He finally understood what kind of lawless, terrifying devil he was facing, one who viewed all the rules of the USA as nothing.

Chu Feng ignored Ghost's shocked gaze.

He stood up, walked over to Ghost, and ruthlessly stepped on Ghost's chest with his military boot, applying slight pressure.

"Crack, crack..."

The sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible.

"Argh!"

Ghost let out a scream in pain, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Chu Feng bent down and tore the communication device and tactical camera from Ghost's tactical vest.

This communication device was directly connected to The Pentagon's Strategic Command Center.

Chu Feng aimed the camera at his own cold face, his deep black eyes seeming to pierce through the lens and directly stab into the souls of those politicians in The White House thousands of kilometers away.

"Old men in Washington, can you hear me?"

Chu Feng's voice, carrying seven parts tyranny, echoed clearly through the encrypted channel in The Pentagon's command hall.

"In the middle of the night, sending two hundred rats to my rooftop—is this the hospitality of your USA?"

Chu Feng toyed with the communication device in his hand, stepping on the USA's top soldier king commander, as if he were stepping on a bug.

"I gave you a way out, but you didn't want to take it."