61: Chapter 61 Suborbital Spaceship! Parachuting onto an isolated island in the Atlantic!

Global Financial Center, presidential suite on the top floor.

Chu Feng looked at the silver-haired girl on the holographic screen.

The first heir to the European Royal Family, Princess Isabella.

Eight hundred years of accumulated wealth.

To Chu Feng, this was a temptation he could not refuse.

The underground arsenal in Los Santos was devouring massive amounts of resources every day. Although he still had one million Wealth Points, one could never have too much money.

"Anna." Chu Feng set down the wine glass in his hand.

Anna quickly straightened her back, resting her hands on Chu Feng's thighs.

"Master, I am here."

Anna's voice was sweet, sticky, and husky.

"The internal affairs of Los Santos are handed over to you."

Chu Feng pinched Anna's thigh, which was wrapped in black silk, with his rough hand. "Keep an eye on the arsenal under the building."

"As you command, Master."

Anna nodded obediently, rubbing her cheek against the back of Chu Feng's hand.

Chu Feng stood up and opened the advanced system store in his mind.

The Atlantic Ocean was thousands of kilometers away from Los Santos.

Ordinary helicopters couldn't make it, and commercial airliners were too slow.

By the time they arrived, this silver-haired princess would probably have already been riddled with bullets by the rebels.

He needed to buy a flying craft that was fast enough and capable of carrying a mecha troop.

The light screen scrolled.

[Ghost-class Sub-orbital Assault Ship]

[Introduction: Utilizes anti-gravity engines and plasma thrusters. Top speed can reach Mach 20. Equipped with full-spectrum optical and radar stealth capabilities. Cargo hold can carry one hundred fully armed heavy mecha soldiers.]

[Price: 100,000 Wealth Points.]

One hundred thousand Wealth Points for a black-tech spaceship that could fly at the edge of the atmosphere.

"Purchase." Chu Feng did not hesitate.

One hundred thousand points were instantly deducted from the one million in his account.

[Ding! Ghost-class Sub-orbital Assault Ship purchased successfully!]

[The spaceship has been deployed to the rooftop helipad of the building.]

Chu Feng turned and walked toward the walk-in closet.

"Evelyn, change your clothes and come with me." Chu Feng gave the order without looking back. "You know the most about the European Royal Family's background. I'm taking you to take stock of their treasury."

Evelyn, who was kneeling on the carpet, felt her beautiful eyes light up instantly upon hearing her master's summons.

Being taken by her master to carry out a mission meant her status was higher than the other women.

She quickly climbed up from the floor and rushed into the walk-in closet.

Two minutes later.

Evelyn had changed into a set of black tight-fitting leather clothing designed for combat.

The soft leather tightly wrapped around her hot, mature body.

The zipper ran from her flat stomach all the way to her chest, and her stunning fullness almost burst the leather outfit.

The deep cleavage was blindingly white.

The leather pants accentuated her perfect peach-shaped hip line, and she wore a pair of black flat tactical boots.

Her whole being exuded a cold, alluring, and deadly aura.

Chu Feng put on a black tactical trench coat and led Evelyn out of the suite.

On the rooftop terrace, three hundred and eighty meters up.

A flat spaceship with a pitch-black body, shaped like a giant bat, was parked quietly on the helipad.

There were no seams on the surface of the spaceship, and it emitted a cold metallic luster.

One hundred fully armed Clone Warriors, already wearing Type-Zero Mecha, had finished assembling outside the spaceship's hatch.

Dark purple energy patterns flickered on the black mecha, looking murderous.

"Board."

Chu Feng stepped onto the spaceship's metal gangway.

Evelyn followed closely behind.

The interior space of the spaceship was very large.

One hundred tall mecha stood in the cargo hold without looking crowded at all.

Chu Feng walked into the cockpit and sat on the large leather command chair.

"mother nest ai, take over the flight authorization. Target coordinates, private island in the Atlantic."

"Yes, Boss. Engines starting, anti-gravity field deployed."

There was no deafening roar.

This huge black spaceship rose directly into the air from where it was and instantly shot into the clouds.

The plasma thrusters sprayed a ghostly blue light from the rear.

The spaceship pulled up directly to the sub-orbit at the edge of the atmosphere, racing toward the Atlantic at a terrifying speed of Mach 20.

Deep in the Atlantic, a torrential rainstorm was falling.

Strong winds whipped up waves over a dozen meters high, slamming fiercely against a solitary private island.

In the center of the island was an ancient European castle.

At this moment, the castle courtyard was ablaze with fire.

Hundreds of rebel mercenaries wearing black combat uniforms and tactical helmets were holding automatic rifles, surrounding the entrance to the castle basement.

At the entrance to the basement was a heavy explosion-proof isolation door.

"Hurry! Stick all the C4 explosives on it! Blow it open!"

A burly rebel leader stood in the heavy rain, roaring crazily. "Princess Isabella is inside! As long as we catch her and get the key to the royal treasury, we won't be able to spend it all in several lifetimes!"

A few mercenaries braved the downpour, holding bundles of C4 explosives, and stuck them onto the explosion-proof door.

Inside the underground bunker.

The dim lights were flickering.

Princess Isabella leaned her back against the cold explosion-proof door, her delicate body sliding down the metal door panel and collapsing onto the cold concrete floor.

She had long, waterfall-like silver hair, and her azure blue eyes were filled with despair and fear.

She was wearing a gorgeous, classical white European gown.

But in the process of fleeing, a large piece of the gown's hem had been torn, revealing her jade-white calves and a pair of exquisite bare feet.

Her fair skin was stained with dust and blood, looking pitiful.

She clutched her hands tightly to her chest.

In her hands, she held a cylinder made of pure gold.

Inside was the password for the highest authority to the wealth that the European Royal Family had accumulated over eight hundred years.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Heavy pounding on the door came from outside.

Isabella was trembling all over with fear.

Tears slid down her exquisite cheeks.

The royal guards beside her had all died in battle, and now she was the only one left.

Half an hour ago, with no way out, she had used the deep-space communication equipment in the bunker to send a distress signal to this Eastern tyrant in the global live broadcast.

But she knew very well.

The Atlantic was too far from the West Coast.

Even if the other party was truly willing to come and save her, it was impossible to arrive within a few dozen minutes.

By the time the rebels outside blew open the explosion-proof door, a hell more terrifying than death would await her.

"Boom!"

A loud noise.

The C4 explosives stuck to the outside of the door were detonated.

The heavy explosion-proof door was blasted inward, and the door hinges made a harsh, snapping sound.

Dust fell from the ceiling, and the lights in the bunker went out completely.

"The door is about to open! Another blast!"

The excited roar of the rebel leader came from outside.

Isabella closed her eyes, biting her rosy lips in despair, and blood overflowed.

She was prepared to bite her tongue and commit suicide, never letting the rebels outside defile her.

Just as the rebels were preparing for the second blast.

The torrential rain in the sky suddenly stopped.

It wasn't that the rain had stopped, but that some behemoth was blocking the sky above the castle, shielding all the rain.

The rebel leader looked up in confusion.

There was no sound in the pitch-black night sky.

But the raindrops overhead had disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately after.

One hundred dazzling streams of purple light, like one hundred purple meteors, fell straight down from a height of several hundred meters!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One hundred tall Type-Zero Mecha Clone Warriors, without even opening parachutes, crashed directly into the castle courtyard.

The immense impact smashed the stone slabs on the ground into powder, and mud mixed with crushed stone splashed in all directions.

The purple energy shields on the surface of the mecha instantly absorbed all the kinetic energy of the fall.

One hundred pitch-black steel monsters slowly stood up from the large pit.

Dark purple energy patterns flickered in the pouring rain with a deathly glow.

The rebel mercenaries were all stunned.

They held their automatic rifles, staring blankly at these monsters that had fallen from the sky, their brains completely losing the ability to think.

"What... what are these things..."

The rebel leader swallowed, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

There was no response.

The one hundred Clone Warriors moved in unison, raising the rugged-looking Type-Zero Electromagnetic Rifle in their hands.

Purple electromagnetic halos lit up on both sides of the gun barrels.

"Fire."

In the spaceship, Chu Feng's cold voice was transmitted into the mind of every Clone Warrior through the communication channel.

"Chi chi chi chi —"

The sharp whistling sound of the air being torn apart instantly drowned out the sound of the heavy rain.

Purple tungsten steel projectiles swept across the entire courtyard at a terrifying speed of Mach 5.

A one-sided massacre began.

Conventional bulletproof vests were like thin paper in front of the electromagnetic rifles.

Dozens of mercenaries in the front didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were cut in half by the massive kinetic energy.

Flesh and blood exploded in the air like raindrops.

Severed limbs and arms, mixed with internal organs, littered the ground.

The rebel leader had just turned around to run when a purple light pierced directly through the back of his head, and his entire head instantly turned into a mist of blood.

In less than ten seconds.

Hundreds of fully armed rebels had all turned into minced meat on the ground.

The thick smell of blood could not even be washed away by the heavy rain.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Only the purple energy patterns on the mecha flickered slightly.

In the sky, the huge black Ghost-class spaceship descended slowly, hovering above the courtyard.

The spaceship hatch opened.

A wide metal gangway extended to the ground.

Chu Feng wore a black tactical trench coat and walked off the spaceship with an expressionless face.

Evelyn followed closely behind, her black tight-fitting leather outfit outlining hot curves that made people spray blood.

She stepped on flat tactical boots, walking in the muddy water full of flesh and blood, without even frowning. As long as she followed behind Chu Feng, she feared nothing.

Chu Feng stepped over the fragments of corpses all over the ground and walked to the explosion-proof door that was dented inward.

The explosion-proof door was severely deformed and stuck in the door frame, unable to be opened.

Chu Feng took a step back.

Two Clone Warriors stepped forward, raising the high-frequency thermal cutting guns in their hands.

Orange-red high-energy rays sprayed out, directly burning through the deformed door hinges.

With a loud "clang", the heavy explosion-proof door fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Deep in the bunker, Princess Isabella huddled in a corner, shivering.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, waiting for the torment of the rebels.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the passageway.

The person stopped in front of her.

Isabella slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was not the ferocious rebel mercenaries.

But an Eastern man with a tall stature and a cold expression.

The man looked down at her from above.

There was no pity in his eyes, only the indifference of someone who controlled everything!