34: Chapter 34 The Tyrant of Area 51 Awakens!

The midday sun scorched Los Santos like a vicious flame.

Atop the 380-meter-tall Global Financial Center, a highly conspicuous "object" was currently hanging from the lightning rod that pierced the clouds.

It was the CIA's ace agent, Silver Fox.

His limbs had been brutally broken and hung limp.

A thick, high-strength steel wire passed through his shoulder blades, suspending him under the blazing sun hundreds of meters in the air like a piece of drying cured meat.

Blood trickled down his body, dripping onto the pristine bulletproof glass curtain wall below, leaving shocking, dark red streaks.

Silver Fox was not yet dead.

Thanks to professional hemostatic treatment, he remained conscious, forced to endure the extreme heat, excruciating pain, and oxygen deprivation as he felt his life slipping away drop by drop.

A few crows, scavenging for carrion in this dead city, circled the lightning rod, occasionally swooping down to peck at the rotting flesh of his wounds.

This was the ultimate humiliation suffered by the top national agent in the history of the USA.

Thousands of kilometers away, deep underground in Washington, lay the "Shadow Cabinet" conference room.

On a massive, high-resolution screen, a military reconnaissance satellite broadcast the gruesome scene in crystal clarity, live to the eyes of the corporate tycoons who controlled the fate of the USA.

Dead silence.

Even the sound of breathing seemed completely frozen.

The white-haired old man sitting at the head of the table had muscles twitching violently on his age-spotted face.

He slammed his pure gold cane onto the floor, creating a dull echo.

"Provocation... This is the most thorough provocation!"

The old man's hoarse voice carried a tone of hysterical malice.

"He has turned the sharpest blade of our America into a weather vane hanging on a rooftop!"

"What is the situation at Area 51?"

The old man turned his head sharply to look at the military official connected on the other end of the screen.

The screen split.

The image shifted to the depths of the Nevada desert.

The world-famous top-secret military restricted zone—Area 51.

Inside a biochemical weapons experimental chamber 800 meters underground, alarm lights flashed frantically.

Lying on the ground were over a dozen corpses of researchers in white protective suits.

These bodies had all been torn apart by some terrifying, immense force, with internal organs and severed limbs smeared across the cold metal walls.

In the center of the blood-soaked floor stood a terrifying monster nearly three meters tall.

It retained a rough human torso, but its muscles were a deathly gray, highly keratinized, as if covered in a layer of bulletproof armor.

Its left arm had been modified into a massive rotary machine gun, while its right arm featured three half-meter-long, high-frequency alloy claws glowing with a ghostly blue light.

Most chilling of all was its head, which lacked skin and directly exposed the scarlet muscle tissue.

Its eyes were sewn firmly into the skull by a miniature tactical radar mask.

"Zero Tyrant has completely awakened."

The Area 51 base commander stood behind thick bulletproof glass, reporting to the Shadow Cabinet with a trembling voice: "It is the ultimate biological weapon we cultivated by utilizing alien biological gene remnants combined with the bodies of top-tier special forces soldiers."

"It has no sense of pain and no emotions. Its armored skin can withstand strafing from 12.7mm heavy machine guns. As long as a target command is input, it will tear apart anything living."

The white-haired old man watched the biological weapon on the screen, which resembled an Asura demon, a flicker of cruelty flashing in his murky eyes.

"Load it into a special airdrop pod. At midnight tonight, use a B-2 stealth strategic bomber to airdrop it directly onto the roof of the Global Financial Center!"

"I want that bastard named Chu Feng to be torn to pieces by the very violence he prides himself on!"

...

Los Santos, Global Financial Center, top-floor presidential suite.

In the spacious, luxurious temperature-controlled bathtub, the water rippled.

Chu Feng leaned against the edge of the bathtub, arms spread wide.

Evelyn used her slender, fair, jade-like hands to gently knead Chu Feng's shoulders and neck.

Her long, golden hair, dampened by the water, was coiled behind her head, revealing her noble, cold, and beautiful face, now filled with submission.

Having crushed five top-tier agents with his bare hands, Chu Feng hadn't even broken a sweat.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the personal service of the two top women in Los Santos, his consciousness immersed in the system panel.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully crushed the CIA ace agents' infiltration and sabotage operation, protecting the building's core material reserve!]

[System is calculating high-tier loot...]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a special defense reward: 150,000 Wealth Points!]

150,000 Wealth Points!

Added to the ever-increasing balance from confiscating gold and jewelry from civilians.

[Current total Wealth Points: 1,156,000!]

Breaking the 1.1 million mark!

A satisfied smile appeared on Chu Feng's lips amidst the steam.

Although those five rats were overestimating themselves, they at least brought him a hefty system bonus.

With these over a million Wealth Points, he could raise an even more terrifying mechanized army from the system mall at any time.

"Hum—"

Just then, deep within Chu Feng's mind, the nerve endings of his S-rank talent [War Intuition] suddenly transmitted a faint, stinging sensation.

This was an instinctive warning of impending, lethal danger.

Chu Feng opened his eyes abruptly.

A palpable killing intent erupted from his gaze.

Evelyn, who had been serving him diligently, was so frightened by this killing intent that her delicate body shuddered violently.

Both women instinctively huddled in the corner of the bathtub, shivering, not even daring to breathe.

"Interesting."

Chu Feng ignored the two frightened beauties and stood up from the bathtub.

To be able to make someone like him—who had undergone advanced genetic modification and possessed an army of 100,000 and countless heavy firepower—feel a hint of danger...

It seems that the "Area 51 monster" mentioned by the agent before he died is not only real, but it is already not far from him.

Chu Feng stepped out of the bathtub, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked up at the clouds over Los Santos, which were obscured by smoke.

"Old geezers in Washington, I hope the dog you've unleashed doesn't disappoint me too much."