Without any hesitation, Ribs strode towards the private armory hidden deep in the manor.
The heavy alloy door slid open silently, revealing a dazzling array of weapons inside.
Here is stored his "collection" that he has acquired with his huge wealth over the years. A hint of fanaticism flashed across Ribs' eyes, and a strange red glow appeared on his face.
This is not fear, but bloodthirsty excitement. The Chicago street wolf sleeping in the blood has completely awakened.
The system interface silently unfolded before his eyes, and the ten grids of the [Quick Item Bar] were eagerly waiting to be filled.
"The system is useful again," he thought to himself. "This really feels like... coming home."
[American Iai] [Strengthen the body] [Win people over with virtue]... All the skills in the system have long been upgraded to the maximum level.
His eyes were fixed on the guns on the weapons rack.
One M134 "minigun" heavy machine gun; two MP5 submachine guns; a custom-made M4 carbine and an AA-12 automatic shotgun; several M67 fragmentation grenades, two stun grenades; magazines, drum magazines, and loose ammunition.
In less than a minute, hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of terrifying firepower, enough to arm a small team, was compressed into that invisible ten-grid space.
A heavy metallic sensation seemed to envelop him. He walked to the armory door and finally grabbed a black heavy bulletproof vest hanging on the wall and put it on over his suit. It wasn't for added protection, but more like a ritual—a declaration of returning to the battlefield.
Standing in front of the stairs leading to the roof, Ribbs took a deep breath, inhaling the bitterness of betrayal and the impending bloodshed into his lungs.
On the rooftop helipad, the brand new "Nighthawk" MK-5 helicopter was flashing with cold light. Ribs excitedly opened the cockpit door and sat in.
The engine ignites, and the startup procedure is completed instantly as if it is imprinted in muscle memory.
The throttle lever was pushed up violently, even more violently than the shocking demonstration in the General Dynamics exhibition hall!
“Hoo-hum-hum!!!”
A huge airflow instantly swept up from the tarmac, clearing away the disgusting bloody smell in the manor.
The helicopter took off instantly, and Reeves did not stay in the manor for a moment.
He pushed the throttle to the bottom, and the aircraft accelerated madly amid the deafening roar of the engine! The heading arrow was firmly locked on the Governor's Mansion.
In order to shorten the flight and arrive faster, he completely ignored any city airspace restrictions! Altitude! Speed! He pushed them to the limit.
The belly of the plane even whizzed past the top of a TV tower, with the wingtips sometimes only a few feet away from the obstacle! Such a desperate flight is enough to make any ace pilot's heart stop.
But for Reeves, who possessed the skill of "Mastering Aircraft Piloting," this was as natural as breathing. His brain precisely calculated every inch of space, and his hands fine-tuned the joystick and pedals, allowing this steel behemoth to perform incredible movements under his will!
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Meanwhile, at the Illinois Governor's Mansion.
In the luxurious reception room, the fireplace glowed brightly and warmly. Governor Morgan, glass in hand, was engaged in an encrypted video call with General Dynamics President Eberhart.
On the screen, Eberhart had a playful smile.
"...He's finished, Morgan." Eberhart said in a steady voice. "The IRS's blanket freeze order and arrest warrant are the final nail in the coffin. Sterling reported back that the special operations team has already set out for his estate to capture him. Chicago's underground emperor? Haha, he'll be a serious criminal awaiting trial in a federal prison before dawn. That old fox Harold's methods are ruthless and accurate."
Morgan swirled the amber liquid in his glass, a smile on his face. "This is the lesson he deserves. Greed and arrogance will ultimately destroy a person. We gave him a chance, but unfortunately he didn't understand the 'rules' and insisted on bringing that Chicago brutality to the table... It's a pity that his little 'potential' was wasted; he could have become a very good sword."
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Suddenly! Boom! Boom!
A deep, yet penetrating noise surged from the sky, growing louder and louder as it approached from afar! It was no ordinary plane, but a steel behemoth, flying close to the ground and roaring deeply!
Buzz————!!!
The huge sound waves hit the glass windows of the official residence, causing a buzzing resonance and trembling! The exquisite porcelain above the fireplace also vibrated slightly.
Morgan's smile froze on his face, the wine glass stopped at his lips, and a hint of instinctive suspicion flashed in his eyes.
Eberhart's image on the other side of the screen also shook, as if it was also disturbed by the sudden and oppressive noise.
"What the hell! What's going on?!" Morgan put down his glass and shouted at the head of personal security guard standing by, "What's going on outside? Go check it out!"
The security director's expression changed drastically. He immediately grabbed the intercom and rushed out the door. "Security! Security! There's an unusually loud aviation noise outside! The source is unknown! Activate Level 1 alert! Protect the Governor!..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a loud crash! ! !
Several French windows shattered under the impact of the violent airflow! Broken glass poured down like a waterfall, curtains were blown wildly, and papers flew all over the sky!
Then, the searchlight shone brutally into the reception room, mercilessly sweeping over every face that was pale with horror, and finally stopped at Governor Morgan, whose face was ashen and pupils were dilated with fear!
The bright light made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. The threat of death was like an icy poisonous snake, instantly wrapping around his spine!
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