81: Chapter 81: Forty Million Spent! Five Black Hole-Class Star Destroyers!

A heavy, blast-proof convoy rumbled into the underground garage of the Global Financial Center.

Hundreds of trucks fully loaded with element zero raw ore came to a stop.

A large number of Clone Warriors moved with agility, carrying crates of ore directly into the purification workshop on the sixth underground level.

Chu Feng stepped out of the off-road vehicle, with Helena following closely behind.

Inside the underground purification workshop, mechanical arms were operating frantically.

The purple raw ore was fed into high-temperature reactors.

Impurities were instantly removed, and pure blocks of element zero energy crystals were carried out by conveyor belts, neatly stacked in the blast-proof warehouse.

Looking at the mountain of energy crystals, Chu Feng was very satisfied.

With this batch of materials, the biggest bottleneck had been resolved.

Chu Feng closed his eyes, his consciousness connecting to the Interstellar Shipyard in low Earth orbit.

The system panel popped up in his mind.

"mother nest ai, extract five hundred tons of element zero and send it to the space shipyard."

Chu Feng issued the command.

"Received. Space folding transport initiated."

The purple crystals in the blast-proof warehouse vanished instantly.

Chu Feng glanced at his account balance; he still had forty million Wealth Points remaining.

The shipyard's production line was ready.

"Place the order directly. Build five Black Hole-class Heavy Star Destroyers!"

Chu Feng did not hesitate at all.

These were ultimate weapons of mass destruction.

A five-kilometer-long deep space behemoth capable of destroying a planet's surface single-handedly.

Five of them deployed together would be enough to form absolute interstellar firepower suppression.

"Command confirmed. Five Black Hole-class Heavy Star Destroyers added to the production sequence. Consuming five hundred tons of element zero. The remaining required special steel and titanium alloys will be extracted in real-time from major mining areas around the globe."

The mother nest ai's voice was ethereal and efficient.

Above Los Santos, a suffocating anomaly appeared once again.

The originally clear daylight suddenly darkened.

The Interstellar Shipyard in low Earth orbit cast a massive shadow.

In space, five five-kilometer-long black metal spines manifested out of thin air.

Countless mechanical arms and nano-reconstruction drones swarmed around the spines like a beehive, sparks flashing in space.

The three billion civilians on Earth who were busy moving bricks and mining all stopped what they were doing.

They looked up, watching the behemoth taking shape bit by bit in the sky.

Aside from fear, they couldn't even muster a single thought of resistance.

Five star destroyers under construction simultaneously.

The amount of conventional metal required was an astronomical figure.

This meant that the slaves across the entire Earth had to sacrifice their lives, digging steel and titanium ore from the Earth's crust day and night.

Chu Feng withdrew his gaze.

The fleet needed time to be produced; he only needed to wait patiently now.

He stepped into his private elevator, going straight to the presidential suite on the top floor, three hundred and eighty meters up.

The heavy solid wood door pushed open.

A scent mixed with high-end aromatherapy and the fragrance of a woman's body wafted toward him.

"Master, something has happened at the European No. 3 mining area."

Anna lowered her head, her voice slightly tense.

Chu Feng, his fingers buried in Stussy's hair, asked nonchalantly, "What is it?"

"A strike."

Anna pulled up the hologram from her tablet and held it in front of Chu Feng.

On the screen was a super open-pit iron mine located within the former French territory.

Over a hundred thousand ragged civilian slaves had stopped their tools and gathered in the center of the mine.

Leading them were a dozen pot-bellied white old men.

Although their clothes were tattered, they still tried their best to maintain an arrogant posture.

"These ringleaders were previously branch heads of the European Rothschild family, and a few others were chairmen of large heavy industry groups."

Anna reported, pointing to the figures on the screen.

"They incited over a hundred thousand civilians to strike. They are demanding that we improve the working conditions in the mining area."

"They are demanding an extra loaf of bread and two liters of clean drinking water per day, and they also want daily working hours reduced to ten hours."

"These old men also claim that they have extensive corporate management experience."

"They are demanding that we exempt them from manual labor and appoint them as mining area overseers."

"Otherwise, the hundred thousand plus people will die in the mine, and no one will be able to dig out a single piece of iron ore."

After listening, Chu Feng sneered expressionlessly.

These capitalists, who used to ride on the heads of ordinary people and act recklessly, couldn't even handle a few days of mining.

They actually dared to dream of using the same tactics they used against governments in the past to incite the civilians to strike and negotiate terms.

Did they really think that with enough people, they would be immune to punishment?

"Why didn't the clone garrison at the mining area open fire?" Chu Feng took a sip of his wine.

"Reporting to Master. There are only five hundred clones stationed at the No. 3 mining area."

"The opposition has over a hundred thousand people, and they have completely surrounded the clones' defensive line."

"The clone commander is afraid that killing too many slaves at once will affect the progress of the star destroyer materials, so they sent a request for instructions."

Anna explained.

Chu Feng set down his wine glass.

Three billion slaves; a hundred thousand deaths wouldn't even be a drop in the ocean.

If this spark wasn't extinguished by the most brutal means, mining areas across the globe would follow suit.

Then the production lines at the Interstellar Shipyard would have to shut down.

He didn't have time for appeasement or negotiations.

"No. 1."

Chu Feng called out to the air.

A Twelve-Winged Seraphim standing quietly in the corner of the room immediately opened her eyes.

She walked to Chu Feng, knelt on one knee, and her twelve snow-white wings spread slightly behind her.

"Take five Seraphim and go to the European No. 3 mining area."

Chu Feng's voice was cold.

"No negotiations needed. Tell all the slaves in the mining area: anyone who does not pick up their tools to mine within three minutes will be executed. Leave none alive."

"As for those dozen or so plutocrat old men who started the trouble."

Chu Feng's eyes revealed cruelty, "Cut off their limbs, string their necks with wire, and hang them on the highest streetlights in the mine. Let them watch themselves bleed out."

"As you command, Supreme Commander."

No. 1 Seraph stood up.

The other five Seraphim behind her opened their eyes simultaneously.

Six beams of white light shattered the suite's bulletproof glass windows, turning into six white meteors that flew toward the European mining area across the Atlantic at a terrifying speed of over a dozen Mach.

The cold wind from the shattered glass poured into the room.

Clone guards immediately entered and sealed the damaged window with spare metal plates.

The room returned to warmth.

The women kneeling on the carpet trembled in fear.

Over a hundred thousand people—with just one lighthearted sentence from this man, they were all to be slaughtered.