71: Chapter 71 Quantum Leap! Capture the President of the Beautiful Country Alive!

Inside the command cabin of the air-space mothership.

Beneath the panoramic transparent crystal floor, Washington had already turned into a vast ocean.

Gale-force winds mixed with torrential rain raged above the ruins of the city.

"Global joint nuclear strike?"

Chu Feng leaned back in his black command chair. Hearing the report from mother nest ai, he not only felt no panic but instead found it laughable.

Helena, kneeling at his feet, trembled in fear upon hearing these words.

Having been exposed to the core secrets of The White House since childhood, she knew very well what the "Final Judgment Protocol" meant.

Once initiated, the thousands of strategic nuclear missiles deployed globally by the United States, the European Union, and the Russian Empire would launch simultaneously.

Even if the energy shield of Los Santos could withstand a nuclear explosion, the radiation and nuclear winter generated by thousands of nuclear bombs scouring the earth would turn the entire planet into a dead star.

This was total mutual destruction.

"Master!" Helena, not caring that she was naked, threw herself onto Chu Feng's knees. "You absolutely cannot let them launch the nuclear missiles! The underground bunker has an independent deep-space communication system. As long as the password is confirmed, they can authorize the launch at any time!"

Chu Feng's rough hand pressed onto Helena's long golden hair, rubbing it forcefully.

"What are you panicking about?" Chu Feng's voice was calm. "In my territory, these people don't even have the qualifications to press the button."

The Quantum Warp Matrix he had just bought for one million Wealth Points was just right for testing its combat effectiveness.

The warp matrix could ignore all physical obstacles and perform direct spatial teleportation.

What did a bunker five hundred meters underground matter?

In front of Quantum Warp, it was no different from a layer of window paper.

"Mother Nest," Chu Feng issued the order, "Lock onto the coordinates of the core command room of the underground bunker."

"Coordinates locked, Boss."

"Activate the Quantum Warp Matrix. Deploy one hundred Mecha Soldiers there."

Chu Feng's fingers tapped lightly on the screen of the command console.

"Bring this Mr. President, as well as all the communication password boxes, back up here in one piece."

"Understood."

The moment the order was issued.

In the huge cabin at the bottom of the air-space mothership, a blinding blue light lit up.

A circle of complex quantum patterns intertwined in the air, and space began to distort violently.

At the same time.

Washington, five hundred meters underground.

Inside the highest-level doomsday bunker.

The five-meter-thick explosion-proof steel door was locked tight.

The entire bunker was cast from shock-resistant special materials, sufficient to withstand a direct hit from a 100,000-ton equivalent nuclear bomb.

In everyone's common sense, this was the safest place on Earth.

The core command room of the bunker was brightly lit.

The President slumped in the main seat, his hair messy, and his expensive suit torn.

He gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, his eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at the communication progress bar on the large screen in front of him.

Beside him, the Secretary of Defense and several cabinet members were equally ashen-faced.

"Mr. President, the communication with the European Union has been connected. The Russian Empire military is conducting the final defense zone confirmation."

The communications officer reported, drenched in sweat.

"Hurry! Faster!" The President roared hoarsely, "Tell the Allied forces that if they don't conduct a nuclear strike on the spaceship above Washington immediately, tomorrow the capitals of all countries will turn into a sea of fire!"

As long as the nuclear missiles launched.

Even if Washington was completely leveled, as long as they could blow that terrifying warship in the sky down, there would still be hope for a comeback.

The United States could not just perish like this.

Just as the communication progress bar was about to reach ninety percent.

The air in the center of the command room suddenly produced a strange ripple distortion.

Immediately after.

A circle of blinding blue quantum patterns suddenly lit up in mid-air.

The blue light instantly illuminated the entire bunker, casting everyone's faces in a deathly pale light.

"What's going on? Did the power system short-circuit?"

The Secretary of Defense stood up in panic, looking around.

No one answered him.

In the blue light, a pitch-black metal military boot stepped out directly, stomping heavily on the concrete floor of the bunker, emitting a dull metallic clanging sound.

Following it were one hundred two-meter-tall, pitch-black Type-Zero Mecha Soldiers.

These steel monsters were like they had been conjured out of thin air, marching in a neat phalanx out of the quantum warp gate.

Ghostly purple energy patterns flickered on the surface of the mechas.

The pitch-black electromagnetic rifles locked directly onto everyone in the command room.

"Mon... Monsters!"

The dozen Secret Service bodyguards responsible for security were scared out of their minds.

They instinctively drew their pistols, shielded the President, and fired wildly at the mecha phalanx.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Dense bullets hit the purple energy shields on the surface of the mechas, bouncing off one after another, not even leaving a mark.

Golden bullet casings fell all over the floor.

The Mecha Soldiers did not hesitate at all.

"Ssssss—"

The electromagnetic rifles fired instantly.

Purple light swept across.

The bodies of the dozen Secret Service bodyguards were torn in half by the massive kinetic energy.

Severed limbs splattered, and blood sprayed like a fountain across the walls; a few drops of warm blood even splashed onto the President's face.

Without even a scream, the highest-level armed force in the bunker was instantly wiped out.

A pungent smell of blood filled the enclosed basement.

The Secretary of Defense's legs went weak from fear, and he knelt directly in the pool of blood, his crotch instantly soaking wet.

The cabinet members covered their heads, hiding under the desks, trembling, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Click, click."

Two Mecha Soldiers took heavy strides, stepping on the flesh and blood covering the floor, and walked to the desk.

Thick mechanical arms reached out, grabbed the President's collar, and lifted this most powerful old man in the world up like a chick.

Another soldier snatched the "black briefcase" representing the highest nuclear authority from the table, gripping it tightly.

"Target captured. Interrupt enemy communication equipment. Prepare for warp return."

A cold, electronically synthesized voice came from inside the mecha.

A high-energy laser flashed, and the communication motherboard in the bunker was completely burned out.

The large screen went black instantly.

The President's feet dangled in the air, his mind completely blank.

This was five hundred meters underground!

There were no elevators, no physical access channels, and above his head was a five-meter-thick explosion-proof steel door.

How did these steel monsters get in?

Before he could react.

The blue quantum light flashed again.

The President only felt his vision blur, and a strong sense of weightlessness washed over him.

The smell of disinfectant and blood in the air vanished instantly.

Replacing it was a faint aroma of red wine and the scent of high-end perfume emanating from a woman.

The sense of weightlessness disappeared.

With a "thud."

The President was thrown heavily onto the floor.

He was dizzy and disoriented, his old bones nearly falling apart.

Ignoring the pain, he hurriedly raised his head to observe his surroundings.

His gaze passed through the panoramic transparent crystal porthole.

He saw the pitch-black clouds below, and the thunder flashing within the clouds.

This was at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters!

Instantly came to the sky from five hundred meters underground?

What kind of hellish technology was this!

The President turned his head with difficulty, looking forward.

On a wide black memory metal command chair sat an Eastern man wearing a black silk bathrobe.

The man held a glass of red wine, looking down at him from a high position, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if looking at an ant that could be crushed at will.

This must be the terrifying tyrant who slaughtered Fort Knox and submerged Washington!

But the scene seen at the man's feet completely shattered the President's last shred of sanity.

On the transparent crystal floor, several stunning women were kneeling.

One of them had dazzling blonde hair.

She had her hands pressed against the transparent floor.

"He... Helena?"

The President widened his eyes, his voice trembling and completely out of tune.

Helena stiffened upon hearing the familiar voice.

She turned her head and saw her biological father, who had fallen onto the carpet, looking disheveled and desperate.

The US President, who once commanded the wind and rain in The White House and whose word could decide the survival of a small nation, was now like a prisoner waiting to be slaughtered.

Helena bit her rosy lips.

She did not get up to help her father, nor did she even call out "Dad."

On this spaceship, in front of Chu Feng, she only had one way to survive.

She had to completely sever her past and act entirely as a tool for the man's amusement in order to survive.

Helena turned her head back directly, not only ignoring her father but instead hugging Chu Feng's calf even more vigorously.

She looked up and said in a charming voice: "Master, he is the puppet of Washington. Keeping him is a scourge; it would be better to throw him down directly."

Hearing his own daughter say such things just to please this warlord.

The President was trembling with rage, feeling a sharp pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood sprayed directly onto the carpet.

"You... you shameless bitch! I raised you for so many years for nothing!"

The President pointed at Helena, so angry that his heart condition was about to flare up, and he lay on the floor, gasping violently.

Chu Feng leaned back in his chair, watching this drama of father-daughter estrangement without any emotional fluctuation.

In the face of absolute violence, so-called power and family affection were as fragile as a piece of paper soaked in water.

"Bring the black briefcase over." Chu Feng raised his hand and issued the order.

A Mecha Soldier strode forward and respectfully placed the snatched nuclear button briefcase on the command console.

This was the highest secret of the United States, containing the highest permission keys for the global satellite command system and the launch codes for thousands of nuclear missiles.

Chu Feng did not touch the briefcase immediately.

He stood up, the hem of his black bathrobe fluttering in the wind.

Chu Feng walked to the President, who was slumped on the floor, looking down at the old man from a high position.

"Mr. President."

Chu Feng's voice was cold, filled with irresistible pressure.

"Your underground vault has been emptied by me, and your armored division has been wiped out by me. Now, even your life is in my hands."

Chu Feng grabbed the President's hair, forcibly pulling his head up, forcing him to look at Washington, which was being ravaged by floods outside the transparent porthole below.

"I'll give you a chance to live."

Chu Feng's gaze turned to the black briefcase on the desk.

"Unlock the bottom-layer biometric password of the briefcase. Then, broadcast to the whole world and announce the unconditional surrender of the United States."