82: Chapter 82 The Seraph's Bloody Cleansing! The Despair of Half a Million People!

European Mining Zone No. 3.

This was a massive open-pit iron mine covering dozens of square kilometers.

The mine pit was a hundred meters deep, surrounded by bare rock walls.

Over one hundred thousand ragged civilian slaves sat on the muddy ground.

They held rusty iron picks and shovels, yet no one was working.

In the center of the mining zone, an abandoned heavy excavator was parked.

A dozen elderly white men stood on the tracks of the excavator.

Although their clothes were tattered and they were covered in mud, they still tried to maintain an air of superiority.

The fat old man leading them held a megaphone he had scavenged from somewhere and was shouting loudly.

He was a former power player of the Rothschild family.

Before the apocalypse, he only had to twitch a finger to cause tremors in the global financial markets.

Now, he had been relegated to mining iron ore here.

"Everyone, don't be afraid!"

The fat old man held up the megaphone, his voice hoarse.

"We have over one hundred thousand people! If they shoot us all, who will mine for them?"

"They don't dare to act! As long as everyone refuses to work, they must compromise! Give us bread, give us clean water!"

The one hundred thousand civilians below were already dizzy with hunger.

Hearing about bread and water, they raised their tools one after another, emitting a wave of weak shouts.

On the edge of the mine pit, five hundred Clone Warriors held automatic rifles, watching the chaos below with indifference.

Without an order to open fire, they stood like statues.

This made the fat old man even more smug.

He thought he had gambled correctly.

Although the Eastern warlord had cruel methods, he ultimately needed labor.

As long as he grasped this weakness.

He could even take the opportunity to return to management and stop going down into the mine to dig.

Just as the fat old man was preparing to continue making demands.

A piercing sonic boom suddenly came from the sky.

Six blinding white lights broke through the thick clouds and smashed into the center of the mine pit like six meteors.

"Boom!"

Mud and gravel splashed everywhere.

Six Seraphim with twelve wings on their backs appeared before the one hundred thousand people.

Perfect faces, snow-white wings.

They radiated a holy light from their bodies.

The fat old man was stunned, holding the megaphone motionless.

The one hundred thousand civilians below were also dumbfounded.

They thought God had sent angels to save them.

A few people even had weak legs, kneeling directly in the mud to make the sign of the cross.

However, the No. 1 Seraph did not even glance at the people below.

Her pure silver eyes locked directly onto the fat old man on the excavator.

The twelve white wings on her back flapped violently.

Her body turned into a beam of white light.

The fat old man didn't even have time to react; he just felt a blur before his eyes.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"

Four blinding high-frequency cutting light blades flashed by.

The fat old man's arms and legs were severed cleanly.

Blood sprayed out like a fountain!

"Ah—!"

The fat old man lost his balance, fell heavily into the mud, and let out a pig-like scream.

The No. 1 Seraph grabbed the fat old man's graying hair with one hand.

Her other hand pulled a steel wire rope from her tactical belt.

The steel rope strangled the fat old man's neck tightly, with extremely precise technique, avoiding the carotid artery to ensure he wouldn't die in the short term.

The white light shot into the sky.

The No. 1 Seraph carried the fat old man and flew directly to the highest one-hundred-meter crane tower in the mining area.

The fat old man turned into a human stick, hanging a hundred meters in the air.

Blood dripped down his body, sprinkling a rain of blood in mid-air.

The remaining dozen white old men were scared out of their wits, scrambling to escape into the crowd.

The other five Seraphim moved instantly.

The same method, the same light blades.

In less than ten seconds.

All the dozen or so financial tycoons who led the riot had their limbs severed and were hung on the crane towers and street lamps around the mining area with steel wires.

Heart-rending screams echoed throughout the entire open-pit mine.

The No. 1 Seraph hovered in mid-air.

Her pure silver eyes scanned the one hundred thousand terrified slaves below.

"Supreme Commander's order: Within three minutes, those who do not pick up tools to mine will be executed."

As soon as the words fell.

The hundred thousand civilians rushed to the place where the tools were piled up like madmen.

Some people, in order to grab an iron pick, pushed the person in front directly, stepping on their companion's body to rush over.

No one cared about bread or water anymore.

Facing such unreasonable, pure killing machines, being able to survive and take another breath was a luxury.

In less than a minute, deafening metallic clanging sounds rang out across the entire mine pit.

All the slaves swung their iron picks with all their might, smashing into the hard ore veins.

Some even didn't grab tools and used their bare hands to dig at the rocks.

Even if their fingernails peeled off and bled, they dared not stop.

Fearing they would be judged as lazy by the angels in the sky.

Los Santos, top floor of the Global Financial Center.

On the holographic screen in the center of the hall, the scene of the mining area was clearly playing.

Chu Feng leaned on the leather sofa, watching the human stick still dripping blood on the crane tower, and took a sip of whiskey with satisfaction.

To rule three billion people, mercy is the most useless thing.

Only by engraving fear deeply into their genes can this massive machine run at full speed.

Beside the sofa.

Evelyn knelt on the Persian carpet, her face pale.

She had seen the fat old man on the crane tower many times at top-tier parties on Wall Street.

This big shark who controlled the global financial lifeline had even flirted with her.

Now, he was hanging in the sky bleeding like a piece of old rag.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her hands worked even harder to massage Chu Feng's calf muscles.

The hip line outlined by her tight skirt swayed slightly with the movement.

Helena pressed against Chu Feng.

She dared not look at the screen, burying her head in Chu Feng's sturdy chest, seeking a bit of security.

"Master, the mining zone riot has been quelled. According to tests by the mother nest ai, the slaves' mining efficiency has increased by forty percent."

Anna stood at the workstation, reporting quickly.

Chu Feng handed the empty wine glass to Jessica nearby.

"Let the Seraphim remain to patrol the major mining zones. Kill a batch of those who are slow every day."

Chu Feng's tone was flat, "The shipyard is waiting for materials, drain every bit of strength from these three billion people for me."

Anna bowed her head, her fingers tapping on the keyboard: "Order issued. The Seraphim squadron has begun global patrols."

"How is the progress of the underground arsenal?" Chu Feng looked at Anna.

"Back to Master. The arsenal is running day and night, and the first thousand sets of Type-Zero Mecha have all been delivered."

Anna brought up the data sheet, "Currently, one thousand five hundred sets can be produced every day. Within a week, ten thousand Clone Warriors will be fully armed."

Chu Feng stood up.

"Gather the one thousand Clone Warriors currently equipped with mecha."

"Although the Earth's surface has been unified, there must still be many fish that escaped the net underground and in the deep sea."

"Europe has the Garden of Eden, the Pacific has Noahs Ark. These rats afraid of death love to dig holes everywhere."

A murderous look flashed in Chu Feng's eyes.

"Send out one hundred thousand Hunter Drones to conduct deep geological scans globally."

"As long as unreported underground bunkers and private shelters are found, one thousand mecha-equipped Clone Warriors will directly airdrop via jump gates. Clear out all supplies inside and kill everyone. Do not leave a single living soul."

"Yes, Master!"

Anna responded loudly and immediately operated the terminal to mobilize the drone swarm.

Chu Feng walked into the exclusive elevator, straight to the rooftop helipad.

On the helipad, a black Ghost-class sub-orbital assault ship had been waiting for a long time.

Chu Feng intended to go to low Earth orbit to take a look.

The Interstellar Shipyard was working day and night.

The first batch of warships was the foundation of the future.

He wanted to personally supervise the progress.

The ten Seraphim who remained by his side followed closely, boarding the ship with Chu Feng.

The hatch closed.

A few minutes later, the ship broke through the atmosphere and entered low Earth orbit.

Outside the panoramic glass window, an Interstellar Shipyard so huge it was suffocating floated in space.

Countless mechanical arms several kilometers long rotated flexibly in the zero-gravity environment.

Blue welding sparks flashed in the dark universe.

The ship slowly sailed into the shipyard's docking port.

Chu Feng walked out of the hatch and stood on a transparent aerial viewing walkway.

In the huge assembly workshop below.

One thousand Ghost-class space assault fighters had completed their outer shell assembly.

The streamlined black fuselage was full of the beauty of slaughter.

The twin plasma cannons at the nose of the plane emitted a cold metallic luster.

In the heavier dock further away.

Ten eight-hundred-meter-long Aegis-class Frigates were laying their keels.

Massive amounts of special steel were melted and poured into indestructible hull structures according to the blueprints.

There was not a single living person here.

Everything was worked on by mechanical units controlled by the mother nest ai.

Absolute efficiency, absolute precision.

"Boss. The first batch of Ghost fighters will complete engine ignition tests within twenty-four hours."

The voice of the mother nest ai sounded in the headset.

"Thirty percent of the materials for the five black hole-class star destroyer have been collected. It is expected that the main frame assembly can be completed within a month."

Chu Feng looked at the busy production line below and nodded with satisfaction.

As long as the star destroyer is built, even if the alien fleet comes out in full force, he has absolute confidence in blowing them into space junk.

Just then, the tactical terminal on his wrist suddenly lit up with a red light.

Anna's communication request cut in.

"Master." Anna's somewhat anxious face appeared on the screen, "The Hunter Drones scanned a giant underground metal building deep in the tropical rainforest of South America."

"The material of this building is very special. Our detection radar cannot penetrate the outer wall. And..."

Anna swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"According to the energy readings. There are over three thousand high-intensity life signs in the underground building."

"The life energy reaction is far higher than ordinary humans, even stronger than our Clone Warriors!"

South American tropical rainforest.

Giant metal building.

Life signs far exceeding humans.

Chu Feng's eyes instantly became sharp.

On Earth, apart from system creations and alien ruins, it is impossible for armed forces of this level to exist!

"Send the location."

Chu Feng said in a deep voice.

"Coordinates sent. Master, do you need to send the mecha legion to attack?" Anna asked.

Chu Feng glanced at the red dot that lit up on the holographic star map.

"No." Chu Feng twitched the corner of his mouth, "Let the ground Clone Warriors continue to sweep other shelters."

"I will go see for myself, what kind of origin these bugs hiding in the mud have."

Chu Feng turned around and strode back to the Ghost ship.

Ten Seraphim followed quickly.

The ship detached from the Interstellar Shipyard.

The bow turned, and it dived down towards the atmosphere of South America!