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

led the way, followed by the three military

jealousy filled

big shot was this, dripping with

generals' families

steering wheel

to die for. No ordinary bullets could

to his

been since

before the disaster, to his life

20

stopped next to the general's

hadn't expected Daniel to work so efficiently; in just a few days, the house

surrounded the 100 square meter brick house, which was nearing

when she heard the commotion and came

the new house, the

out a box

dried grains as a token of appreciation for the hardworking

was flattered, "Sis, we, the people's soldiers, serve the people. We can't take anything from

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

linger and quickly left in the

over with steamed sweet potatoes and potatoes, "Uncles and

and they happily finished up the last of the

- they ate only two meals a day and were barely full, while the general's family had supplies that even a military truck couldn't

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

bolder workers asked, "Handsome guy

above board, and Stella boasted, "These are

over the world in the last few years, earned

were stretching the

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

savvy corporate warriors in the old days; they could tell these were foreign

group, they didn't want to

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

house is done. If there's nothing else,

responded, "Okay, we'll inspect it later

of color steel, not sturdy enough to withstand

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

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

luxury - even