218: Chapter 218 Closing the Gates, Releasing the Tyrant

Chen Feng raised his glass from afar toward President Tanglangpu's face on the screen, which was twisted in a mixture of anger and fear.

He set down his glass and looked at Sarah, his tone as casual as if he were planning an afternoon tea.

"Package this gift anonymously."

"Send one copy to Clark's team, and cc another to my friend Howard on Capitol Hill."

Chen Feng added unhurriedly.

"Tell them it is time."

"It is time to offer President Tanglangpu her final dignity."

"Understood."

Sarah did not hesitate for a moment, her fingertips tapping lightly on her tactical tablet.

Encrypted data streams silently injected themselves into the global network.

It was more potent than any virus, essentially an imperial decree that no one could refuse.

The order of the internet fell into complete chaos in that very second.

The world's largest media conglomerate, the Voice of God Network, was like a war machine activated in an instant, firing on all cylinders.

Its more than three hundred mainstream media outlets and thousands of top self-media accounts simultaneously leaked a top-secret file with a terrifying headline.

The White House hired hitmen! The Madam President's final madness!

Exclusive ironclad proof! The encrypted order for President Tanglangpu to hire mercenaries to assassinate her political opponent, General Clark, has been exposed!

Treason! The President used emergency funds in an attempt to spark a civil war in the U Federation!

Every news story was attached with a screenshot of the encrypted order, enough to ensure no politician could ever recover.

As well as the clear record of the fifty-million-dollar transfer.

The chain of evidence was so complete that not a single flaw could be found.

The servers of the world's largest social media platform, TokTik, crashed for the third time in three minutes.

Countless netizens poured into the streets.

The rednecks who once supported President Tanglangpu pointed their angry guns at the White House for the first time.

Chicago Central Square.

General Clark's speech was at its climax.

He was passionately attacking the incompetence of the current administration, promising to lead the U Federation to regain its glory.

Suddenly, the image on the teleprompter in front of him changed.

The White House's top-secret order and the transfer record were displayed in the largest possible font, appearing vividly before his eyes.

Clark's voice came to an abrupt halt.

The one hundred thousand people in the square were confused at first.

Immediately after, upon seeing the content on the screen, the thunderous cheers instantly turned into raging fury.

"Liar!"

"Murderer!"

"President Tanglangpu, get out!"

Looking at the agitated crowd before him, Clark knew that he didn't need to say another word.

He had been cast as a tragic hero who feared no power and had nearly sacrificed his life for his country.

A perfect martyr.

Public opinion, the most surging force, had completely sided with him.

In just half an hour, his approval rating across the entire internet had soared from thirty-five percent, breaking through the fifty percent mark.

The White House, the Oval Office.

Bang!

President Tanglangpu grabbed an antique vase of the Hua Federation from the table and smashed it fiercely onto the floor, shattering it into pieces.

"Turn it off!"

Her scream echoed in the office, cracking slightly.

"Turn off all these damn screens!"

Chief of Staff John's face was pale, his voice trembling.

"Madam President... it's too late... it's all over..."

Before he could finish his sentence, an assistant scrambled in, his face full of despair.

"Madam President! The cabinet... the cabinet members... have begun resigning en masse!"

"The Secretary of Defense has just issued a public statement, sternly condemning the assassination attempt against a retired general, and has announced that The Pentagon will remain neutral until a new president is elected!"

"The Attorney General is on his way to Capitol Hill; he... he is going to testify at the impeachment hearing!"

A series of news, strike after strike, crushed President Tanglangpu's last shred of dignity and hope.

She was deserted by her followers and left all alone.

She had become an outcast abandoned by the whole world.

The office door was pushed open, and the head of the Secret Service walked in expressionlessly, followed by two armed agents.

"Madam President, in accordance with the emergency authorization from the Supreme Court, your presidential immunity has been temporarily frozen."

"You cannot leave the White House until the impeachment results are out."

President Tanglangpu looked at those cold faces, her body going limp as she collapsed onto the presidential chair.

She had lost.

She had lost completely.

She knew that what awaited her was not just the end of her power, but also the endless imprisonment that would follow the exposure of the Eden Island scandal.

The people in the office withdrew one by one, leaving her alone, plunged into dead silence and despair.

President Tanglangpu sat in a daze for a long time, the madness and resentment on her face gradually coalescing.

She slowly stood up and stumbled to the corner of the office, behind the oil painting of the Founding Father.

She entered a series of complex passwords and opened the safe hidden in the wall.

In the deepest part of the safe, a black hard drive case lay quietly.

The master tape of the Eden Island scandal.

Inside it were recorded the dirtiest and ugliest secrets of the most powerful group of people on this planet.

President Tanglangpu took it out with trembling hands and clutched it tightly in her palm; this was her final and only weapon.

A morbid and frenzied smile appeared on her face.

"Since you won't let me live..."

"Then no one else will live either!"

"I will make you all go down with me!"

...

Los Angeles, Umbrella Corporation headquarters.

Chen Feng was leisurely swirling the red wine in his glass, admiring the unprecedented million-person protest in front of the White House on the screen.

This fire, which he had ignited with his own hands, was burning even brighter than he had imagined.

Just then, Sarah's voice came, breaking this comfort.

Her voice was as calm as ever, yet carried a hint of imperceptible gravity.

"Boss, Ada Wong has just sent urgent intelligence from Julian DuPont."

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.

"The cleaner unit of the Old Money family has been dispatched."

Sarah pulled up a satellite map; on the map, over a dozen red dots representing heavy-armed units were rapidly approaching a marked location.

"The target is a large pharmaceutical storage center owned by Richard Weber in Texas."

"Cleaners?"

Chen Feng had no impression of this name.

"They are top-tier mercenaries raised by the Old Money alliance, specifically for handling dirty work."

Sarah explained.

"They are well-equipped, and it is said that the core members have undergone genetic modification."

"This time, they are coming for our stockpiled Neo-Genesis."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng was not nervous at all; instead, he laughed.

He laughed rather coldly.

"It seems that the finger at the Scotland castle didn't hurt them enough."

He put down his glass, leaned forward slightly, and looked at those reckless red dots on the map, his eyes full of amusement.

"The Chicago test has been canceled, and I was just worrying that my new toy had nowhere to vent its energy."

He raised his head, looked at Sarah, and issued a short, cold order.

"Notify Marcus and have him lead the team over."

"Clear the field, close the door."

"Release the Tyrant."