I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Central Bava, a small town on the Isle River.

This small town with barely any foreigners throughout the year had people from Europe and around the world gathered here. They came from different countries and from different backgrounds. But at this moment they were wearing uniform T-shirts and holding slogans with the same central idea and surrounding a research institute shouting in different languages.

“Open the Institute!”

“Stop the inhuman experiment immediately!”

“Release all human subjects! Release experimental details!”

“…”

To maintain order, the state government had to pull police from elsewhere to support the local police and put up yellow warning tape around the institute. The color seal reminded the angry protestors that it was private property.

However, the protestors did not buy the idea at all. The uncooperative attitude of the institute made them feel more and more suspicious. The police’s partiality made them sense the oddity in this situation more. They set up tents on the road outside the institute and broadcasted their protests with their mobile phones.

More and more social justice warriors gathered there to join the protest.

As the protest intensified, the director of the institute couldn’t remain calm anymore.

In order to calm people’s anger, he risked his life, used a speaker, and began to speak to the crowd behind the wall.

“…all of our research is within the framework of the law, and any rumors about the Institute researching brainwashing on human experiments are foolish and absurd…Fu*k!”

However, before he could finish, a large brick the size of a fist flew out from the crowd. A young man with a baseball cap gave him a middle finger. Within two seconds, the young man was arrested by a group of police swarming him and pushed him to a police car.

When the young man was detained, the police and the crowd clashed. The shouting and pushing made the scene extremely chaotic and the peaceful demonstration evolved into a violent conflict. Garbage and bricks were thrown over the wall and some landed on police and police cars.

Carefully avoiding the bricks, the director of the institute evacuated behind the explosion-proof shield.

“Fu*k! Are these people crazy?”

Once back in the institute, the director named Carol cursed and slammed the speaker on the ground.

In his heart, he already cursed Steven countless times. Because of that nobody’s betrayal, the entire 7th Institute was pulled into the center of a massive scandal.

“You should be glad that bricks are flying. I just found burning flask in the crowd. Although the guy hesitated and didn’t ignite it. I encountered this weapon in Iraq. If even a little bit touches you, you will turn into a piece of charcoal.” A mercenary joked as he put the explosion-proof shield aside.

Carol eyed the mercenary and grunted while fixing his messy collar.

“Look after your position, if you let the violent protesters in, you know what will happen. ”

“They can’t get in,” the mercenary shrugged and patted the pistol at his waist. “If they cross that door, we will shoot.”

Just as Carol walked into the institute, several vans were parked at a closed restaurant two blocks away. More than a dozen men wearing thick coats stepped out. They carried guitar cases or suitcases and hurried into the restaurant.

Almost at the same time, on a hillside one kilometer away, a canvas bag was thrown into a patch of tall grass filled with weeds. A young woman took off her sunglasses and removed the parts from the bag.

Within a minute, the chilling Ghost Sniper Rifle appeared in her hands.

Kneeling on the ground, she released the stand, adjusted the scope, and tapped on her earlobe.

“The Ghost is in place. Ready to start.”

In the restaurant one kilometer away, a dozen rebel soldiers were already covered in black masks.

The leader of the rebel army loaded the clip, pulled the bolt of the rifle, and a blazing fire ignited in his eyes.

“Now.”

…

As the police were pushing the young man toward the police car, the young man suddenly lowered his head and collapsed onto the ground. The riot police beside him didn’t have time to react. As he was about to pull him up, an intensive round of gunshots came from the crowd and hit them.

The crowd screamed and fled, and the previously chaotic scene became completely uncontrollable.

Hit by several bullets, the police uniform was soaked in blood. The sheriff who led the team leaned against the car and aimed at the crowd. However, because he couldn’t spot the militants, he spat out blood and fired a few bullets into the air before cursing.

“These damn bastards…”

The mercenaries inside the wall rushed to the nearest cover immediately and took over the automatic weapons thrown from their comrades behind them. There were exoskeletons in the institute, but no one wanted to wear something that heavy. Now they could only fight behind cover against these rioters to delay time while waiting for support to arrive.

It shouldn’t be difficult, if it was just a group of ordinary rioters.

The automatic rifles in their hands were no different than sticks… The leading mercenary gestured for his comrades to prepare themselves behind the bunker, but he didn’t get the opportunity to speak reassuring words.

PANG!

Without any warning, a bullet lifted his skull. Under everyone’s watch, the brain matter of the NATO veteran from Iraq was scattered all over the concrete floor behind him.

“Sniper!”

The captain immediately took over the command. He tightly pressed his head against the wall and yelled at his team.

“Search for cover! Lower your head – FU*K!”

There was another bullet. The sniper pruned on the top of the build fell down with his sniper. Now they were completely suppressed.

The exchange of fire between the militants and the police soon ended. The police had nothing but pistols, explosion-proof shields, as well as tear gas. No one thought that this would happen. They never expected to exchange fire.

“Smoke bomb!”

The mercenary behind the cover threw out a smoke bomb, and the smoke quickly dispersed the battlefield.

On the hill one kilometer away, the Eastern European beauty sneered. She gently pressed the radio life detection device button on the scope. Then she calculated her lead before pressing the trigger at the target that began to move.