I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“What happened?” Zhang Feng looked towards the noise.

Two soldiers dragged out a Ukrainian from behind the haystack and found an M9 pistol and a military officer card on him.

Philip tossed away his cigarette and ran to him.

“We caught a Ukrainian officer. He claims to be an informant of the Russian Security Service. I have never heard such a funny joke.” A thin Slavic boy with a grin on his face dragged him out and punched him in the stomach.

The Ukrainian was covered in muddy water, his hair was glued to his scalp by mud, and his pants were stained with dark red blood. Not his best look. With another punch to his stomach, he reflexively gagged and emptied the acid in his stomach.

“Barf, Sh*t! I am not kidding, man, let me at least let me see your officer before you punch me. Don’t be impulsive…”

“I am their captain.” Philip stepped forward, put his arm on the shoulder of a soldier, and raised his eyebrows to look at the tied up Ukrainian. “You said that you are a Russian informant? What is your proof?”

“I didn’t bring my documentation, but please believe me. Just take me to the back—”.

“We can’t take you to the back, we are here looking after the tanks.” Philip lifted his finger and interrupted him. “And since you are a Russian, why are you hiding behind the haystack?”

“Listen, I am an informant of the Russian Security Service. I have provided them with intelligence up till four months ago. But it didn’t last long. I was discovered by the government four months ago—”

Too lazy to listen to this person’s nonsense, the thin Slavic guy dragged the man to the ground, then pulled out the machete from his waist and revealed a grimacing smile. “It seems that you will not tell me the truth until I teach you a lesson.”

“Trust me! Fuck! I really am—”.

The machete did not fall. Zhang Feng grabbed the hand of the Slavic boy.

Both Philip and the Slavic boy looked at him with questioning eyes.

“Let me ask him a few questions.” Zhang Feng let go of the Slavic boy’s hand, walked to the Ukrainian’s side and squatted down. “What is your name?”

“Skanov… You are from Celestial Trade, right? Take me to see your boss! Please, before everything is too late… cough!” Skanov dry coughed a few times and mud or blood spilled out from his mouth.

“You want to see our boss? Haha, I want to as well. I want to take a picture with him. Of course, it would be better if I could shake hands with him.” While chewing on his gum, Sergey looked at Skanov with a dubious smile.

Zhang Feng ignored this boy and stared at Skanov’s eyes for about half a minute.

“Take him with us. We are heading back anyway.” Then, Zhang Feng turned and gestured to Sergey while pointing to Skanov. “If he escapes or resists, end him.”

“Roger!” Sergey saluted. “Spill it out,” Zhang Feng said impatiently.

“What if I accidentally press the triggered?” Sergey squinted at Skanov without any good intention.

Before he immigrated to Xin, he was a Russian from eastern Ukraine. Although the Ukrainians and Russians were both Slavs in heritage, the eastern Russians and the western Ukrainians naturally were incapable of coexisting. After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the two sides were dissatisfied with each other and were now in the midst of a conflict.

“Then I will dump you into the dumpster.”

“Sh*t! Cap, I was just joking.” Chasing after Zhang Feng, Sergey then turned around and poked Skanov’s arm with a rifle. “Hurry up and get up. Raise your hands and hold them against the back of your head. Don’t let me see you play any tricks.”

Watching Sergey take Skanov forward, Philip walked next to Zhang Feng.

“I advise you not to believe his rhetoric. These self-proclaimed informants are a common sight. They just want to be sent to Crimea or the Russian-Ukrainian border, or other places with “human rights,” Philip looked at Skanov. “The most convenient way is to torture out valuable information, and then find a place to bury him. With this, it still counts as a contribution.”.

Philip patted the officer’s card in his hand. “Maybe. But anyway, we have time today,” Zhang Feng said.

Philip shrugged, didn’t say anything, and walked away.

The force was reorganized next to the farmland, and Zhang Feng found that a person was missing.

“Where’s Hans?”

“Still in that cabin.” A guy laughed and put his finger into the hole he made with the other hand.

“F*ck, …Enemy!”

Zhang Feng raised his leg and kicked the wooden cabin door open. With a loud bang, the entire cabin shook a few times as dust fell from the roof. Then they heard a male scream and curse inside while a female sneered.

Hans’ face was flushed as he stepped out of the cabin. While running to his position in the formation, he was still pulling up his trousers and buckling the armor around his waist.

“The enemy, where is the enemy? Sh*t, you are playing me!”

Hans was ready to see who interrupted his good times, but then found that it was his captain, so with a sneer, he quieted down.

Behind him, the busty Ukrainian woman who also walked out of the door had changed into her militant uniform. When passing by Hans, she blew him a kiss.

Zhang Feng did not say anything but quietly whispered, “Get ready to go”. Then he walked towards the direction of the city of Donetsk.

When a group of people passed by the drone hive, a soldier in the team stepped forward and carried the half-person high drone hive directly behind him. With the help of the kinetic skeleton, his weight-bearing ability easily surpassed two hundred kilograms. The drone hive was nothing to him. The only thing obstructing him was the mud on the ground as he was more likely to get stuck with the extra weight on him.

The way back was very safe. The high-altitude drone already scouted out this zone in advance. There was not a single soul in the area.

On the way back, Skanov became more flustered. As time went by, his expression became more and more anxious.

Finally, he couldn’t hold his silence and shouted.

“Do you have a radio? Can you get in touch with the command center?”

Zhang Feng stopped and looked at him.

Skanov took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes. The 190 centimeters tall man’s voice even carried a pleading tone.

“Listen, this is urgent. I know that I seem suspicious… But whether you believe me or not, I hope that you can at least contact your boss. ‘Natasha’, I only ask you to give your superior this name. Please, or else it will be too late!”