I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“You said you’ll bring me to Wanghai.”

“I never promised that,” Jiang Chen said.

“Listen, you have seen it just now, my abilities can still come in handy. Although you may have other ways, but…” But at this point, Zhao Qiuran stopped in embarrassment, and she didn’t continue until after a while, “Uh, even without me, you can easily get rid of them, right?”

Jiang Chen glanced at her and didn’t say anything, but the words “of course” were written in his eyes.

Zhao Qiuran rolled her eyes and was about to mock him, but when the unobstructed words came to her lips, she swallowed them back abruptly.

When Jiang Chen saw that she wanted to say something but was too afraid, he laughed and responded.

“If you plan to go to Wanghai, you can certainly follow us. But I have to remind you in advance that we will only cover your accommodation, not your food.”

“No problem, I will still prepare the nutrient supplies myself.” Zhao Qiuran nodded immediately, “It’s already troublesome for you to take me there. If I eat your food, I’ll be embarrassed by my own actions.”

“Oh really?”

Jiang Chen smiled meaningfully.

He would never believe that in front of hot food, anyone would be able to down nutrient supplies.

Although he had not felt this feeling, he had heard Cheng Weiguo talk about it. At that time when the Fishbone Base had just been established, and the meals he served to the slaves were porridge, steamed buns, and white rice. But even then, everyone very much enjoyed the food.

After people tasted actual food, no one was able to eat nutrient supplies anymore.

In Cheng Weiguo’s words, it was as bland as wax…

Dong Lei silently led the way in the front, then he stopped at the corner of the highway, turned his head, and looked at Jiang Chen nervously.

“It’s… it’s ahead. Dongcheng Hospital is around this corner. I didn’t lie to you, the person you are looking for is inside.

At this point, Dong Lei’s expression was down. He knelt and started to kowtow without warning, and begged for mercy with tears.

“Sir, Sir, I’m kowtowing for you. I beg you to spare my worthless life. Yan Xiaohu provoked you, it has nothing to do with me…”

Yan Xiaohu was Brother Tiger’s real name. Few people in the Tiger Clan knew about this as everyone called him Brother Tiger. Only Dong Lei and a few that “established the empire” together knew about this name.

Jiang Chen waved his hand impatiently.

Lu Fan understood as he reached out his hand to pull Dong Lei from the ground, and then kicked him on his ass.

“Get out.”

Under countless mocking gazes, Dong Lei trembled and almost fell to the ground.

Before he could even stand, he scrambled and fleed. He knocked over two trash cans along the way but didn’t even dare to look back. He was afraid Jiang Chen would change his mind and capture him again.

“You just let him go like this?” Zhao Qiuran asked as she fixated in the direction where Dong Lei disappeared.

“He only has his life left, where can he go?” Jiang Chen said.

Zhao Qiuran didn’t take long to understand what he meant.

Indeed, without even a gun, how far could he go on the zombies and mutants-rampant wasteland? What’s more, he used to be a raider, and an infamous one too.

Even if he did survive the mutants, any enemy he encountered could end his life.

Even if he luckily survived, a life of misery not even comparable to the lowest refugees awaited him.

“Okay, it’s time to end all of this.”

While Jiang Chen spoke, he looked in the direction of Dongcheng Hospital.

“Just go in like this?” Zhao Qiuran couldn’t help asking.

“How else?”

Zhao Qiuran looked at the gate of the Dongcheng Hospital’s courtyard, then said hesitantly, “They are considered the upper-middle level among the survivor settlements in Shangjing. There are thousands of raiders who worked for him, not only that, there are several engineers under him. They relied on parts purchased from the scrap market and created a few sets of power armors for him.”

Zhao Qiuran paused and looked Jiang Chen before she continued, “I know your guards are very powerful, but this is their base after all—”

“Who said I plan to send my guards in?” Jiang Chen said lightly.

“Is it your…fighter?”

“Not my fighter, but close.”

Zhao Qiuran looked at Jiang Chen in a daze. She watched him turn on the holographic screen on his watch again, call up the map, and stretch out his hand.

One finger was lightly placed on the position of the main building of Dongcheng Hospital, and a circle of particle blue ripples slowly swayed away from the location of his finger, like a sickle of death, and outlined a circle called death…

…

Inside the underground garage of the physician building behind the main building of Dongcheng Hospital.

It was the warehouse of the Tiger Clan, and it was also the place they used to keep their slaves. Generally, after they raided a settlement or a fleet, the men were killed directly, and the women were brought here.

On the one hand, they were used as toys to vent their emotions and relieve stress and on the other hand, they were used as free labor to help them process some small parts that can be sold on Pingan Street.

When the bad news of the defeat arrived, Tiger hid in here immediately.

If the NAC was armed with fighters, this underground garage was undoubtedly the safest place. Based on the civil defense standards of Pan-Asia Cooperation before the war, the underground facilities of all state-owned units must reach the level of a quasi-temporary nuclear bunker.

In other words, even if a tactical nuclear bomb of tens of thousands of tons was thrown in the hospital, he could stay in here harm-free.

In addition, he gathered the remaining more than 500 predators, equipped all four power armors built from scrap parts, and several infantry guns raided from a military outpost. He established his position in front of the main hospital building as he prepared for the fight of death with Jiang Chen with his terrain advantage.

The door was pushed open. Tiger subconsciously grabbed the gun on the table and the little brother who entered the door almost collapse to the ground in fear.

“Brother, Brother Tiger, it’s me, don’t shoot!”

“Where are they?” Tiger grabbed his little brother by the collar as he roared with uncertainty on his face, “How is the battle going? I said, don’t retreat, keep your position!”

Anyone could escape, he was the only one that could not escape.

It was not difficult to imagine that once he lost his current position, he would die in the gutter somewhere the next day.

Too many people wanted to kill him.

There were always one or two fishes that slipped through the net. Every time he slaughtered a settlement, there were a few more people who wished to kill him. His only choice would be to escape from Shangjing to the south, then further south…

However, he quickly rejected this idea.

NAC was in the south, so now the choice was the northern wilderness? I’d die regardless!

“No, it hasn’t started yet.” With his boss grabbing his collar, the little brother said nervously.

Brother Tiger was taken aback.

“Are they going to negotiate with us? Tell them! We can negotiate—”

“Bo…boss,” The little brother looked desperate, “They are just standing at the gate. They didn’t come in, didn’t speak, and they are just looking at us.”