64: Chapter 64 Superhuman Strength! The First Daughter of the Beautiful Country!

In the spacious, temperature-controlled pool, the water rippled.

Chu Feng leaned against the steps at the edge of the pool.

His neural perception, ten times the human limit, allowed him to clearly feel every subtle change in the water flow.

Isabella dove underwater.

Her long silver hair spread out in the water like seaweed, wrapping around Chu Feng's sturdy thighs.

A few minutes later.

The surface of the water broke with a splash.

Isabella emerged from the water.

She gripped Chu Feng's knees with both hands, gasping for air.

Her stunning cheeks were flushed red, her azure eyes were filled with mist, and she didn't even dare to cough too loudly.

She was just a princess who had been pampered since childhood; her lung capacity was small, and holding her breath underwater was already at her limit.

Chu Feng reached out, grabbed her wet silver hair, and lifted her whole body up.

Water splashed everywhere.

Isabella took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Chu Feng's neck and pressed her rosy lips against his.

After injecting the God Gene serum, the blood and energy within Chu Feng were like a raging furnace.

...

The next day at noon.

Blinding sunlight streamed into the bedroom.

The two-hundred-square-meter custom-made bed looked as if it had just been through a hurricane.

Isabella huddled in the corner, dried tear tracks still visible at the corners of her eyes.

Chu Feng opened his eyes and sat up in bed.

Feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Even after tossing and turning all night, his stamina remained at its peak.

His eight-pack abs and V-taper were as if cast from steel; there wasn't a single ounce of fat on his body.

He threw off the quilt, walked barefoot to the living room, and casually picked up a black silk bathrobe to drape over himself.

"Mother Nest, report the situation in Los Santos."

Chu Feng sat on the leather sofa and poured himself a glass of ice water.

The holographic screen in the center of the hall lit up automatically.

"Boss. The Clone Matrix upgrade is complete and is running at full speed. The first batch of ten thousand Clone Warriors has walked out of the incubation pods today and is ready for combat at any time."

"The fully automated heavy-duty arsenal has delivered one thousand sets of Type-Zero Mecha and electromagnetic rifles. Subsequent production capacity is steadily increasing."

"The city wall explosion-proof project is expected to be completely finished this afternoon."

Chu Feng took a sip of ice water.

With ten thousand fearless new soldiers and one thousand super weapons in his hands.

The defensive power of Los Santos had moved up another level.

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Anna walked out, her legs trembling.

She didn't even have the strength to put on clothes, so she could only wrap a white blanket around herself.

The blanket was wrapped somewhat loosely, and as she walked, large areas of snow-white skin and slender thighs were exposed to the air from time to time.

She held onto the wall, walked to the sofa, and slowly knelt on the carpet.

"Master..." Anna's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible; she rested her head on Chu Feng's knees like an exhausted cat.

Chu Feng stroked her long chestnut hair.

"No need to rush to get up; go lie on the bed."

Anna shook her head, forcing herself to perk up.

"Master, just intercepted an external communication." Anna lifted her head; although her face was full of fatigue, she still tried hard to straighten her back, making the scenery beneath the blanket even more visible, "The White House has sent someone."

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

He had just vaporized their stealth bomber the day before yesterday and slaughtered an armored brigade yesterday; how did they dare to send someone now?

"Did they send an army?" Chu Feng's tone was indifferent.

"No." Anna swallowed, "It is an unarmed diplomatic convoy. The leader is the Chief Advisor to the US President, who is also the President's own daughter, Helena."

"They are currently parked at the blockade line fifty kilometers outside of Los Santos. They have sent a request for peace negotiations through the public channel."

The daughter of the US President?

Beaten until they had no power to fight back, they had finally remembered to send someone to negotiate.

And they even delivered the First Daughter personally.

These politicians at The Pentagon were clearly scared out of their wits by the space-based weapons and Type-Zero Mecha that Chu Feng had displayed.

They knew that going head-to-head was a dead end, so they wanted to use political means to stabilize the situation.

"What conditions were mentioned in the negotiation request?" Chu Feng asked.

Anna reached her fair arm out from the blanket and operated the holographic console.

An image of a top-secret document appeared on the screen.

"Helena claims that as long as you are willing to stop the expansion outside the blockade line and guarantee not to use space-based weapons to attack Washington, the United States officials are willing to officially recognize Los Santos as your private independent principality."

"To express their sincerity, Helena has not only brought the independence authorization signed by Washington, but also the coordinates of a top-secret base."

Anna looked at the content on the screen, her breathing becoming slightly rapid.

"This base is located in the deep mountains of northern California. It is the largest military aerospace launch center in the USA."

"Inside, there are not only three heavy launch vehicles that can be launched directly into orbit, but also a massive military reserve of rare metals!"

Aerospace launch center.

Heavy launch vehicles.

Massive amounts of rare metals.

Chu Feng looked at the screen and curled his lips.

These politicians truly wouldn't shed tears until they saw the coffin.

They thought that handing over an aerospace center could buy them temporary peace, allowing them to hide in the back and slowly research ways to deal with Los Santos.

"Where is Helena?" Chu Feng stood up.

"Her convoy is parked outside the plasma shield, waiting for your clearance," Anna replied.

Chu Feng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the massive armed city beneath his feet.

"Open a gap in the shield," Chu Feng ordered.

"Let her come in alone. Anyone else in the convoy who dares to take a single step into the shield, execute them immediately."

"Tell the Bandit Commander to send a troop transport vehicle to pick her up. Bring her directly to the top floor of the building."

"Yes, Master." Anna immediately complied.

Outside the perimeter of Los Santos, beyond the plasma shield.

A convoy consisting of ten black armored SUVs was parked in the wilderness.

Inside the elongated armored car in the middle.

A young woman wearing a pure white slim-fit suit sat in the back seat.

She had dazzling blonde hair and delicate, three-dimensional facial features.

The white suit was tailored extremely close to her body, fully highlighting her hot and curvaceous figure.

Beneath the suit pants were a pair of straight, slender legs, and she wore a pair of red-bottomed high heels.

Helena.

Chief Advisor to The White House, the most famous socialite and iron-fisted female politician in United States politics.

Relying on her presidential father's background and stunning beauty, she commanded great power in Washington.

But at this moment, her delicate face bore undisguised nervousness.

"Miss Helena. The other side has replied."

The Secret Service bodyguard sitting in the front row turned around, his expression grim.

"The warlord of Los Santos agrees to let you in for negotiations. However... he requires you to go in alone. The convoy must stay outside."

Helena frowned.

Go in alone?

Deep into this city of death controlled by a terrifying warlord?

This was no different from sending a lamb into a tiger's den.

"No! This is too dangerous!"

The bodyguard said loudly.

"You are the President's daughter; if something happens to you in there, we cannot answer to the President! This is definitely a trap!"

Helena looked at the thirty-meter-high black steel wall outside the window, which was covered in blue plasma cannons.

She gritted her teeth.

If she didn't go in, the mecha army of Los Santos would continue to advance at any time.

The entire California, and even the entire West Coast, would fall into the hands of this Eastern man.

Washington had no more trump cards left.

"Open the car door."

Helena took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm.

"Miss Helena!"

"I said, open the car door," Helena's tone became firm.

She straightened her white suit, pushed open the heavy armored car door, and stepped out in her high heels.

The semi-transparent blue shield in front slowly split open, creating a gap only large enough for one person to pass through.

A pitch-black, heavy armored troop transport vehicle drove out from the gap and stopped in front of Helena.

The car door opened.

Two Clone Warriors, two meters tall and wearing Type-Zero Mecha, jumped out of the vehicle.

The deep purple energy patterns were still blinding under the sunlight.

Helena looked at these steel monsters up close, feeling the terrifying pressure rushing toward her, and her legs felt a little weak.

But she maintained a proud posture, forcing herself to step onto the armored vehicle.

The door slammed shut.

The armored vehicle turned around and drove into Los Santos.

The plasma shield closed instantly.

Half an hour later.

The armored vehicle stopped in the underground garage of the Global Financial Center.

Helena was flanked by the two Clone Warriors and walked into the private elevator.

The elevator went straight to the top floor at three hundred and eighty meters.

The metal doors opened.

Helena stepped in her high heels into this presidential suite that was luxurious to the extreme.

As soon as she entered the door.

She smelled an air of decadence.

On the leather sofa in the living room sat an Eastern man wearing a black bathrobe.

The man was tall and sturdy, his open collar revealing a chest as solid as granite.

And at the man's feet knelt a woman wrapped only in a white blanket.

The woman's long chestnut hair was disheveled, revealing large areas of fair skin beneath the blanket, and she was obediently feeding peeled grapes into the man's mouth.

Helena saw the woman kneeling on the ground clearly, and her beautiful eyes widened instantly.

Anna?

The empress of the Silicon Valley Genesis Group, a top female billionaire worth three hundred billion US dollars.

In the past, at White House banquets, Helena often dealt with Anna.

Both of them were high-and-mighty queens.

But now, this tech empress was actually kneeling at this man's feet?

Helena's pride was struck hard.

She suppressed the shock in her heart and stopped in front of the sofa.

She puffed out her full chest, trying not to lose ground in terms of aura.

"Mr. Chu Feng." Helena's voice was crisp, carrying the habit of issuing orders for years, "I am Helena, Chief Advisor to The White House. Representing the US President, I have come to conduct peace negotiations with you."

Chu Feng ate the grape.

His gaze swept over Helena's hot curves, tightly wrapped in the white suit.

As expected of the President's daughter, this high-and-mighty blonde mature woman posture was indeed quite unique.

"Kneel down and speak."

Chu Feng's tone was indifferent.