CHAPTER 313: CHAPTER 7: EXECUTION_3

"Mr. Vice President, I need an explanation! What exactly is this... this gathering for?!"

On the projection screen, the Vice President’s face was ashen, and he said coldly, "Harden, I don’t like this guy, don’t let me see him again."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly at the words.

With this signal, a sinister smile appeared on Ernst’s face as he tightened his arm, gripping Admiral Alvin’s neck tightly, his knuckles cracking.

Admiral Alvin initially wanted to ask for clarification, but he didn’t expect to bring about his own death sentence.

He cried out in pain again, flailing his hands, trying to pry open the iron-like hands, his legs kicking wildly, causing a clattering sound, yet unable to budge even slightly.

The few "guests" present turned pale at the sight and cried out in terror, "Harden, don’t do this! Stop! You’ll make a huge mistake!"

"Mr. Vice President! This is murder! Alvin is a four-star general, a hero of the nation, you can’t just privately execute him like this!

No matter the issue, we can sit down to negotiate and seek a proper resolution!"

"Damn it! What the hell are you lunatics doing?! Killing a high-ranking military officer to intimidate us?!

I won’t collude with you! I’m leaving here, I’m going to report your atrocities to the higher-ups! No one is going to stop me!"

These few "guests" were evidently extremely uneasy and fearful of the violence before them, but the only one daring to strongly oppose and stand up trying to leave was the assistant minister from the Justice Department, Pam Landy.

Zhou Qingfeng’s reaction was swift and resolute, showing no leniency and no intention of letting anyone leave. He grabbed a pistol from the table, aimed at the assistant minister’s head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A light ’bang’ was heard, it was a small .22 caliber pistol, the gunshot sound was low, the power was small, but the bullet accurately struck the target’s right temple.

That area is the most fragile part of the skull, very easy to break with a heavy blow. After taking the shot, the target fell to the floor with a thud.

Bright red blood quickly spread across the floor.

The entire lounge immediately fell into a dead silence, the previously clamoring "guests" stared in shock at the lifeless body on the floor, hands and feet cold.

Even Ernst, who was executing, couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

He had seen countless ruthless power players, but Zhou Qingfeng, so casually executing a high-ranking government official by hand, his coldness and decisiveness, truly terrifying.

Zhou Qingfeng put down the gun in his hand, picked up the intercom on the table, and said calmly, "Cervantes, bring people in to collect the body."

It wasn’t long before the compactly built Cervantes appeared with two Mexican subordinates. They glanced indifferently at the scene, long accustomed to the bodies on the floor.

He skillfully opened the black body bag in his hand, dragged the body in, and deftly began cleaning the bloodstains on the floor.

Zhou Qingfeng’s gaze did not linger on the body even for a moment, he turned his head, his sharp eyes like blades sweeping over the pale-faced "guests" one by one.

"Ladies and gentlemen, weren’t you so righteous just now? Why are you all silent now?

Do I need to enumerate all your past shady dealings? Or is it that you’re not used to facing my kind of direct high-pressure tactics, so you feel terrified?"

The Vice President’s voice sounded again on the projection screen, praising, "Harden, you did well, for those who don’t behave, no mercy is needed.

I just want results, destroy anyone who dares to defy! I have an important meeting on my side, everything is up to you."

The call with the ’White House’ ended, and the yacht’s lounge again descended into a stifling silence.

Only Admiral Alvin, his face now purple-red, eyes bloodshot, nearly bulging from their sockets, his struggles weakening, and a muffled whimper escaping his throat.

On the other side of the network, in the White House’s Oval Office, the Vice President, who ended the video call, looked dismal, his face pale as if coated with wax.

He shakily wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart pounding like a drum, an indescribable fear engulfing him like icy tides.

"Damn Harden... he’s a complete murder maniac! I was just saying, and he really did it!

I have to endorse him, be his backing. God, if I don’t support him, I’m finished. But supporting him... how do I control this lunatic?!"