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 gas and

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

jealousy filled

big shot was this, dripping

the generals' families

the steering wheel were shaking with

features were simply to die for. No ordinary bullets could harm it, let

rushed to his

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

like a throwback to the days before the

drive was less than 20 kilometers and

stopped next

expected Daniel to work so efficiently; in just

surrounded the 100 square meter brick house, which was nearing completion. Without steel and concrete, they used color steel plates for the

preparing lunch for the workers when she heard the commotion and came out,

the three military trucks into the new house, the Humvee was decisively driven

out a

beans, and assorted dried grains as a token of appreciation for the hardworking

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

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

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

over with steamed sweet potatoes and potatoes, "Uncles and

they happily finished up

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

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

asked, "Handsome guy and beautiful

above board, and Stella boasted, "These are

foreigners all over the world in the last few years,

stretching

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

them had been fluent English speakers and savvy corporate warriors in the old days; they

of the group,

stay long and left with their share of sweet

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

it later and

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

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

there were no tiles, but the dirt floor was well tamped, and the wooden windows let in less light than pre-disaster

this was unparalleled luxury -