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 registration of

the three military

and jealousy filled

shot was

generals' families weren't

wheel were

to die for. No ordinary

rushed to

had it been since he'd driven

like a throwback to the days before the disaster, to his life of

20 kilometers and

really stopped next

so efficiently; in just

2-meter-high wall surrounded the 100 square meter brick house, which was nearing completion.

was preparing lunch for the workers when she heard the commotion and came

unloading the goods from the three military trucks into the new house, the Humvee was decisively driven in, causing countless people to turn green with

brought out a

and assorted dried grains as a token of

soldiers, serve the people. We

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

complete, they didn't linger and

and potatoes, "Uncles and big brothers, you've worked

pretty girl charmed them all, and they happily finished up

truly unequal - they ate only two meals a day and were barely full, while the general's family had

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

workers asked, "Handsome guy and beautiful lady,

board, and Stella boasted, "These are

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

stretching the

and it didn't look like goods from Australia,

fluent English speakers and savvy corporate warriors in the old

considering the status of the group, they

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

house is done. If there's nothing else, we'll

it later and contact you

door was also made of color steel, not sturdy enough to

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

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

unparalleled luxury - even the general's