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."

and the

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

and jealousy filled

shot was this, dripping with

families weren't this

wheel

and its top-notch features were simply to die for. No ordinary bullets could harm it, let alone armor-piercing

rushed to

had it been since he'd driven

throwback to the days before the disaster, to his life of glitz and

20 kilometers

next to the

expected Daniel to work so efficiently; in just a few days, the house was

the 100 square meter brick house, which was nearing completion. Without steel and

when she heard the commotion and came out,

house, the Humvee was decisively driven in, causing countless people to

brought out

beans, and assorted dried grains

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

don't know what to do with it, ask your

to complete, they didn't linger and quickly left in the military

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

girl charmed them all, and they happily finished up the last of the

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

and it was unclear what was

workers asked, "Handsome guy

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

the world in the

stretching the

indeed, everything was in English, and it didn't look like goods from Australia, so the workers didn't press

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

considering the status of the group,

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

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

it later

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

lifting, they were both tired and thirsty. They quickly closed the door and indulged in

spacious, with a kitchen and a storage room. Unfortunately there were no

Griffith, this was unparalleled luxury - even the general's house