31: Chapter 31 The New King of Los Santos! Establishing a Tyrannical Law to Exploit Millions!

The top floor of the Global Financial Center.

The sound of trickling water came from the spacious and luxurious bathroom.

Several dozen minutes later.

The frosted glass door of the bathroom was pushed open.

A wave of warm white mist, carrying the scent of high-end shower gel, flooded into the presidential suite.

Having experienced the hellish water and power outages, this hot shower completely shattered the last shred of their lingering pride.

Like two docile pet cats, they walked barefoot across the carpet to Chu Feng's sofa.

Evelyn reached out with her fair hands and gently placed them on Chu Feng's left leg to massage it.

Chu Feng leaned back on the sofa, not looking at them, but staring at the system panel frantically refreshing on his retina.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completely annihilating the USA's Tier 1 special forces, "Delta Force" and "SEAL Team Six"!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for forcing the President of the Eagle Nation to compromise with absolute military power and forcing the retreat of one hundred thousand National Guard troops!]

[Epic war achievement unlocked! Calculating high-tier Wealth Points...]

[Congratulations to the host for receiving the war deterrence reward: 500,000 Wealth Points!]

500,000 Wealth Points credited!

Added to the 200,000+ remaining from before,

Chu Feng's total assets had once again soared to 750,000 points!

This massive sum meant he truly possessed the capital to wage a localized war in this country.

Chu Feng closed the panel and reached out to pinch Stussy's chin.

"Go to the wine cabinet and get a bottle of champagne."

Stussy nodded immediately.

"Master."

Evelyn seized the opportunity to press her face against Chu Feng's palm and whispered, "There is no army outside now; the entire city of Los Santos is yours. How do you intend to handle the nearly ten million civilians in the city?"

As a top-tier capitalist, Evelyn's instincts were extremely sharp.

She knew that Los Santos was now an isolated island.

The supplies consumed daily by ten million people were an astronomical figure.

Chu Feng took the champagne handed to him by Stussy and poured a glass.

"Handle? Of course, it's to make the best use of everything."

Chu Feng sneered and connected to the bandit tactical command network.

"All troops, listen up."

Chu Feng's icy voice instantly transmitted into the minds of every bandit in the city.

"Stop lying low. Take full control of the Los Santos City Hall, Police Headquarters, major bank headquarters, as well as all radio and television stations."

"Set up armed checkpoints at all major intersections in the city."

"Broadcast my new rules to the entire city. Starting today, Los Santos is under martial law."

"Anyone who wants to obtain food and drinking water must exchange it for gold, jewelry, or bearer bonds."

"If you have no money, go clear the corpses and debris from the streets for me and trade your labor for rations."

"Anyone who dares to rob, kill, or resist on the streets will be executed on the spot. I do not keep useless people, nor do I tolerate troublemakers."

The moment the order was issued,

the civilians on the streets of Los Santos had just recovered from the ecstasy of restored water and electricity when they heard the harsh sound of tank treads crushing the pavement.

Black M2 infantry fighting vehicles drove onto the streets.

Tens of thousands of fully armed, black-clad bandits, carrying HK416 assault rifles, marched in unison and forcibly took control of every street.

Gang members who had just been fighting to the death for half a loaf of bread hadn't even had time to run before they were pinned against walls by the bandits and shot in the head.

The bloody suppression took less than two hours.

The riots in Los Santos were forcibly suppressed by a purer, more violent means of terror.

In the sky above the city center, several Apache attack helicopters circled.

The cruel new rules set by Chu Feng were played on a loop over the loudspeakers.

Those civilians who thought they had waited for government rescue hid behind their windows, looking in despair at the cold-eyed, cold-blooded armed thugs on the streets.

They finally realized that the army of the USA had abandoned them.

Los Santos had a new master, one colder-blooded than any capitalist and more brutal than any gang.

Underground control center.

The special bandits in charge of intelligence monitoring were rapidly gathering data from the entire city.

"Boss, order in the city has been preliminarily established. All wealthy districts have been separately blockaded by us."

"We are following your orders to 'collect taxes' house by house."

"The reserves of gold and jewelry held by those Hollywood stars and Silicon Valley upstarts are astonishing."

Chu Feng leaned back on the sofa and took a sip of champagne.

"Zero-dollar shopping is too low-end."

There was a greed in Chu Feng's eyes that even capitalists would find themselves inferior to. "Keeping ten million people penned up, making them create value for me every day just to survive, and squeezing out every last gold coin hidden under their beds—that is true harvesting."

Just as Los Santos fell into absolute totalitarian rule,

in Washington, hundreds of meters underground in the "Abyss" bunker,

this was an absolute restricted zone that even members of Congress had no right to enter.

Seven figures sat around an oval conference table.

They wore no military uniforms, nor did they have the hypocritical smiles of politicians.

Some were the heads of ancient financial conglomerates who truly pulled the strings behind Wall Street; others were the highest-ranking directors of the military-industrial complex.

This was the "Shadow Cabinet" that controlled the fate of the entire USA and even half the globe.

The white-haired old man sitting at the head of the table leaned on a pure gold cane.

"That idiot in The White House has messed things up."

The old man's voice was hoarse and cold, "Special forces annihilated, army retreated. Los Santos has become an independent kingdom. If the news fully reaches the international community, the US dollar hegemony system will collapse in an instant."

"We cannot use nuclear weapons." Another middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses flipped through a top-secret report in his hand, "Chu Feng holds the millions of elites in Los Santos, which contain too many of our assets and bloodlines. Moreover, his air defense system is extremely bizarre; conventional missiles simply cannot penetrate it."

"Since brute force won't work, we must cut him off at the source."

The white-haired old man's withered fingers tapped on the table.

"Immediately initiate the Meat Grinder Plan. Notify the CIA to activate all high-level agents and sleepers lurking in Los Santos."

"Do not try to assassinate Chu Feng; go and blow up all the supply depots at the Global Financial Center."

"At the same time, have the 7th Fleet blockade the entire West Coast. Cut off all physical and network connections between California and the outside world."

"Since he wants to be the King of Los Santos, we will let him be the king of a dead city."

The old man raised his head, his cloudy eyes revealing a venomous, snake-like malice.

"Go wake up that test subject in Area 51, Nevada. If the CIA's sabotage operation fails, air-drop that monster into Los Santos!"