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."

was given, and the registration of gas and ammunition went

Humvee led the way, followed by the three military trucks, drawing countless gasps of awe along the

and jealousy filled

big shot was this,

generals' families weren't

wheel were shaking with

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

rushed to

had it been since he'd driven such

throwback to the days before the disaster,

20 kilometers and they arrived

next

work so efficiently; in just a few days,

was nearing completion. Without steel and concrete,

when she heard the commotion and came out, delighted, "Brother,

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

out a box

soybeans, mung beans, adzuki beans, and assorted dried grains as a

flattered, "Sis, we, the people's soldiers, serve the people.

you don't know what to do with

complete, they didn't linger and

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

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

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

were all in English, and it was unclear what was inside,

workers asked, "Handsome guy and beautiful lady, what's all

goods were above board, and Stella boasted, "These are the

over the world in the last

were stretching the

everything was in English, and it didn't look like goods

English speakers and savvy corporate

group, they

didn't stay long and left

the keys, "The house is done. If there's nothing

we'll inspect it later and contact you

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

both tired and thirsty. They quickly

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

Griffith, this was unparalleled luxury - even