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."

the registration of gas and

by the three military trucks, drawing

jealousy filled

shot was this, dripping

generals' families

hands on the steering wheel

pure joy, and its top-notch features were simply to die for. No ordinary bullets could harm

to

many years had it been since he'd driven such an awesome

a throwback to the days before the disaster, to his

than 20 kilometers and they arrived

really stopped next to

so efficiently; in

was nearing completion. Without steel and

for the workers when she heard the

the Humvee was decisively driven

brought out

and assorted dried grains as a token of appreciation for

people's soldiers, serve the

what to do with it, ask your

didn't linger

with steamed sweet potatoes and potatoes,

all, and they happily finished up the last

only two meals a day and were barely full, while the general's family had supplies that even

it was unclear what was inside, but they were certainly valuable

the bolder workers asked, "Handsome guy and

and Stella boasted,

all over the world in the last few years, earned with our

were stretching the

it didn't look like

some of them had been fluent English speakers and savvy corporate warriors in the old days; they could tell these

the status of the group, they didn't want to be

their daily bread, the workers didn't stay long and left with their

"The house is

it later and

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

were both tired and thirsty. They quickly closed the door and

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

for Griffith, this was unparalleled luxury