54: Chapter 54 Los Santos, the City of Kings!

Ten thousand meters high in the sky.

Three B-2 stealth strategic bombers were rapidly descending in altitude.

Inside the cockpit of the lead aircraft, Captain Miller gripped the control stick tightly, his eyes fixed firmly on the tactical screen.

The Global Financial Center building in the center of Los Santos had entered the bombing reticle.

"Bunker buster safety disengaged. Bombing in three seconds."

Captain Miller licked his lips, his finger resting on the red launch button.

Just at the moment he was about to press it.

In the stratosphere high above, three dazzling blue beams erupted without warning.

This light was ten million times brighter than the sun, instantly piercing through the thick clouds.

There was no radar lock warning, no contrails of anti-aircraft missiles launching.

Only a pure high-energy ion beam, striking straight down from outer space at the speed of light!

Captain Miller didn't even have time to look up at the sky before the blue beam of light had completely engulfed the B-2 bomber he was piloting.

The fuselage, costing billions of dollars and coated with cutting-edge stealth material, was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in front of the ion beam.

It even skipped the process of exploding and catching fire.

The bomber, the pilots in the cockpit, along with the six high-yield bunker busters in its belly, were instantly vaporized by the temperature of tens of thousands of degrees!

A breeze blew by, leaving nothing behind in the sky.

Three war machines representing the highest technology of the USA Air Force had completely evaporated from the world.

Washington, The Pentagon underground strategic command center.

A deathly silence.

On the screen, the light spots representing the three bombers disappeared into thin air.

The last image transmitted back was just a screen full of bright blue light.

The Secretary of Defense slumped in his chair, drenched in cold sweat.

"The EMP bomb was ineffective... The B-2 bomber formation was destroyed by an unknown space-based weapon."

A communications officer reported, stuttering, his voice laced with uncontrollable fear.

The white-haired old man's hands trembled, gripping the edge of the table tightly to keep himself from sliding under it.

They had deployed their trump card, the stealth bombers and EMP weapons, thinking they could raze Los Santos to the ground.

As it turned out, not only did the opponent block the electromagnetic storm with some kind of invisible shield, but they also struck back with a divine punishment from space, instantly obliterating the bombers.

This was a dimensional strike.

This war was impossible to fight.

Unless they launched intercontinental nuclear missiles to wipe the entire California off the map and perish together with Chu Feng.

But the politicians and tycoons in Congress would never agree to use nuclear weapons on their own soil.

"Order all troops to retreat." The white-haired old man seemed to age ten years in an instant, his voice hoarse and weak. "Establish a blockade fifty kilometers outside of Los Santos. Build defensive lines. As long as he doesn't come out, we will absolutely not initiate an attack."

The Pentagon had conceded.

This meant that the USA authorities had completely abandoned control over Los Santos.

In this super city of ten million people, Chu Feng had become the true uncrowned king.

...

Los Santos, top-floor suite of the Global Financial Center.

A dazzling blue light flashed outside the window, illuminating the dim room.

Chu Feng sat on the leather sofa, watching the empty sky on the holographic screen, and curled the corner of his mouth.

"Stealth bombers?"

In front of the space-based weapons from the System Store, they were just a bunch of iron turtles flying a bit higher.

In his arms, Stussy had her eyes tightly shut, her long eyelashes still trembling.

She was wearing a black bunny girl leotard, and because she had been so tense with fear just a moment ago, she was now drenched in sweat.

Chu Feng's rough hand squeezed her slender waist.

"Open your eyes. The sky isn't falling."

Hearing the man's voice, Stussy opened her eyes cautiously.

There was nothing left on the holographic screen.

No bombs, no alarms.

"Master... what about the stealth bombers?"

Evelyn's voice trembled, her face filled with disbelief.

"Vaporized." Chu Feng picked up the whiskey on the table and took a sip. "Not even ashes were left."

The few women widened their beautiful eyes, their minds blank.

Although they didn't understand military affairs, they knew the weight of a B-2 bomber.

Vaporized just like that, so casually?

Anna knelt beside the sofa. Her black tactical bodysuit was completely soaked with sweat.

She looked at Chu Feng's calm profile, her reverence reaching its peak.

Being able to block an EMP and shoot down stealth fighters from space.

The technology mastered by the man in front of her was a hundred years ahead of the entire USA.

In this isolated doomsday city, only by holding onto this man's thigh tightly could one survive.

"Anna." Chu Feng put down his wine glass.

"Master, I am here." Anna quickly straightened her body, puffing out her chest to display her most alluring parts to Chu Feng without reservation.

"Connect to the submarine nuclear fleet."

Chu Feng tapped his fingers on the table. "Ask about the progress of the material salvage."

Just now, he had dealt with the flies in the sky; now it was time to put his mind back on the massive wealth at the bottom of the sea.

The gold and enriched uranium in the Noahs Ark Base had been converted into Wealth Points, and Chu Feng's account balance was exactly one million points.

But there were still a large amount of physical resources in the base.

Anna quickly placed the silver hacking terminal on her thigh, her long fingers tapping rapidly.

"Master, the diving unit reports. The first batch of supplies has been loaded. This includes five thousand tons of high-quality crop seeds, a large amount of medical equipment, and three hundred cases of top-tier fine wine and art pieces moved out from the second-floor casino."

Looking at the data on the screen, Anna continued to report: "Additionally, the ten thousand young maids captured from the first floor have been loaded into private submarines in batches. It is estimated that in two hours, the first batch of submarines will surface at the West Coast pier."

Chu Feng nodded with satisfaction.

Ten thousand charming women.

These were all playthings carefully selected by the tycoons, and now they had all become the spoils of war for Los Santos.

With so many people, he had to find a place to settle them.

"Pass the order to the bandit legion in the city." Chu Feng issued the command. "Clear out Beverly Hills."

"Drive all the living civilians inside out to build explosion-proof walls. The entire estate is designated as a military restricted zone. Except for Clone Warriors and special bandits, anyone who dares to approach one step closer is to be shot on sight."

Beverly Hills was the world's top affluent area, filled with luxurious estates covering vast grounds.

It was perfect for accommodating these ten thousand women.

From now on, it would be his private backyard.

It would also be a place to provide recreation for his meritorious bandit leaders.

"Yes, Master. The order has been issued."

Anna replied obediently.

The external threat was removed, and the spoils were being transported back.

With one million Wealth Points in hand.

It was enough to deal with any unexpected situation.

Chu Feng felt very comfortable.