18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 537

Snapped back to reality by his sister's sharp words, Bran realized he was on duty. He went to report for his shift and learned there had been a special authorization, requiring a military truck to help with the transport. Pulling his fellow squad leader aside, he muttered, "Bro, what's the deal with my sis?"

It was rare to see such special treatment from military command.

His buddy chuckled, "Are you kidding me? You call her 'sis' so affectionately and you don't know her background?"

Bran wasn't embarrassed, just humble. "My sister's like a superstar, the kind I'm not even worthy to tie the shoelaces for."

He could befriend anyone if he wanted to, whether it was a pig or a dog, let alone a comrade-in-arms.

They had a good private relationship, and his friend didn't keep secrets. "She's the darling daughter of a top brass. Take good care of her."

Holy moly...

Bran nearly bit his tongue. Who could tell him when his sister had become such a big shot?

At this rate, tying her shoelaces wouldn't cut it. He'd have to lick her boots!

Like father, like daughter - she truly was his blood.

Once the handover was done, the on-duty crew continued unloading, figuring out how to get the Humvee off the fishing boat.

Accidentally, Bran's gaze met Stella's.

Ugh, he knew it. This guy was sly and calculating, those titanium dog eyes almost blinding.

After immense effort, the king of the post-apocalyptic world was finally unloaded. Bran caressed the savage war machine and nearly drooled on the hood.

Oh boy, thinking about those three lost vehicles made his heart hurt so much he couldn't breathe!

The two didn't bother to linger. They took the fishing boat with a few soldiers to the submarine to continue unloading.

Another boatload of goods, a mishmash of supplies that almost overwhelmed the three military trucks. Even the Humvee was packed full.

Stella wasn't stingy, happily handing over five barrels of gas totaling about 800 liters as a rental and labor fee.

She tossed the keys of the post-apocalyptic king to Bran, "Can you drive us back?"

Bran, catching the keys, was stunned and then said excitedly, "Sis, brother-in-law,

I guarantee to complete the mission and get you home safely."

green light was given, and the

the way, followed by the three military trucks, drawing countless gasps

jealousy

was this,

generals' families weren't this

steering wheel were shaking with

to die for. No ordinary bullets

to his

been since he'd driven such an awesome

like a throwback to the days before the

drive was less than 20 kilometers and they arrived

really stopped next to

work so efficiently; in just a

the 100 square meter brick house, which was nearing completion. Without steel and concrete, they used color steel

for the workers when she heard the commotion and came out,

three military trucks into the new house, the Humvee was decisively driven

out

dried grains

"Sis, we, the people's soldiers, serve the people. We can't take anything

crap, just take it. If you don't know what to do with

they didn't linger and quickly left

came over with steamed sweet potatoes and potatoes, "Uncles and big brothers,

girl charmed them all, and they happily finished up the

were barely full, while the general's family had supplies that even

was unclear what was inside, but they were certainly valuable

workers asked, "Handsome

board, and Stella boasted, "These are the

battles with foreigners all over the world in the last few

were stretching

didn't look like goods from Australia,

English speakers and savvy corporate warriors in the old days; they could tell

of the group, they

didn't stay long and left with their share of sweet

came to hand over the keys, "The house is done. If there's nothing else, we'll be on

we'll inspect it later and contact you

made of color steel, not sturdy enough to withstand a hit. They'd have to replace it

a morning of moving and lifting, they were both tired and thirsty. They

spacious, with a kitchen and a storage room. Unfortunately there were no tiles, but the dirt floor was well tamped,

was unparalleled luxury - even