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."

light was given, and the registration of gas

three military trucks,

jealousy filled

shot was

the generals' families weren't

on the steering wheel were shaking with excitement.

simply to die for. No ordinary bullets could

to

it been since he'd driven such an awesome

the days before the disaster, to his life of

less than 20 kilometers and they arrived

next

so efficiently; in just a few days, the house

house, which was nearing completion. Without

when she heard

unloading the goods from the three military trucks into the new house, the Humvee was decisively driven in,

out a

soybeans, mung beans, adzuki beans, and assorted dried grains as a token of appreciation for

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

don't know what to do with it, ask your superiors." "Thanks, sis.

complete, they didn't linger and quickly left

sweet potatoes and potatoes, "Uncles and

sweet-talking, pretty girl charmed them all, and they happily finished up

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

boxes were all in English, and it was unclear what

the bolder workers asked, "Handsome guy and

board, and Stella boasted,

battles with foreigners all over the world in

were stretching

didn't look like goods from Australia, so the workers didn't

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

the group,

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

"The house is

later

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

morning of moving and lifting, they were both tired and thirsty. They quickly closed the

Unfortunately there were no tiles, but

Griffith, this was unparalleled luxury - even