I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Before the sky turned dark, two Transport Helicopter-51s arrived at Dongcheng Hospital.

In addition to the eight soldiers in power armors, two supply boxes filled with ammunition dropped down.

Without staying too long, the two helicopters that unloaded were soon off again and flew in the direction of AS Order for the second batch of reinforcements.

Zhao Qiuran looked very calm when she saw the eight power armors, and the two helicopters disappearing into the horizon,

At least on the surface, she was not as surprised as she was before.

Since she already witnessed the fighter and the electromagnetic pulse cannon that lifted a building with just one shot, power armors and helicopters just did not seem as impressive. She was no longer shocked by the weapons she saw.

She walked to the supply box and replaced her submachine gun with the more powerful Ripper rifle.

Adjusting her grip on the rifle, it took a while before she finally strapped it behind her. Then she looked at Jiang Chen, impressed, “I am looking forward to my future life in Wanghai more and more.”

“Why?” Jiang Chen asked.

“How rich do you have to be to put this rifle in the supply box like a cabbage. If you sell this in Pingan Street market, the twenty Rippers in your box would at least go for 100 crystals.”

“The more, the more worthless.” When he picked up a rifle and a magazine from the box, he said casually. “And, I advise you not to expect too much. Or else you may become disappointed and blame me.”

“Why?” Zhao Qiu asked.

“It’s not easy to find a job at Sixth Street, at least for lone travelers.”

“I… I’m not working for you?”

“Did I say I was going to hire you?”

“…”

After the bunker and the watchtower were built, the sky was completely dark.

Twenty guards were divided into three groups. They each took turns patrolling around the bunker and the watchtower, looking for any approaching zombies.

The rest of the people used dry branches and alcohol bottles and ignited a few campfires on the open space, trying to get some heat. Even the women who were rescued by Jiang Chen from the raiders got a few campfires set up for them while they sat numbly in the night.

Perhaps it was because of the temperature of the fire.

A lot of numb eyes began to have some warmth in them.

However, Jiang Chen did not notice this subtle change.

Sitting in front of the fire, Jiang Chen was yawning out of boredom. He twisted open the cap of a nutrient supply while he thought.

It would be perfect to have some barbecue and beer.

Of course, it was just wishful thinking. They were not a military base of the NAC. Without a warehouse full of food to cover for him, even with his own confidants by him, he could not just conveniently take food out of the storage dimension.

Just as he was beginning to feel bored, a situation began to stir by the gate.

He tossed away the empty tube, sat up, and patted his pants.

“I will go and take a look.”

“I’m going with you!”

Seeing Jiang Chen get up, Lu Fan followed Jiang Chen to the entrance of the courtyard.

…

At the entrance of the hospital, a man in a leather armor stood on the street not far from the courtyard gate. There was also a worn truck parked far behind him.

“Don’t shoot! We are not malicious.”

The man carefully placed his gun on the ground, raised his hands over his head, and walked toward the main entrance of Dongcheng Hospital.

He was very nervous.

Now that the sky was completely dark, God knows how many zombies were in the vicinity.

“Who are you?” On the top of the bunker, Zhao Qiuran narrowed her eyes and pointed her rifle at him, “What are you doing here?”

“I am a trader from Haizhou and I’m in the fur business. I can give you 10%… No, 20% of my goods. I just ask that you let me stay here until dawn.” The man noticed Zhao Qiuran’s vigilance and pleaded, “I swear, we are not malicious. When the day is bright, we will leave immediately. If you don’t trust us, we can sleep in the corner.”

Zhao Qiuran wanted to refuse, but Jiang Chen’s voice came from behind.

“Open the door and let them in.”

“But…”

Jiang Chen did not want to say anything more to Zhao Qiuran and looked at Lu Fan instead.

As his captain for many years, Lu Fan immediately understood Jiang Chen. He walked up to Zhao Qiuran and glanced at the man outside the door.

“You can keep your goods. Our benevolent boss allows you to come into our asylum. But if you dare to have any other thoughts, I’ll make sure you regret coming into this world.”

“No, not at all,” The man said while sweating profusely.

The fortifications were already built, and of course, the truck would not be able to enter, but zombies were only interested in people, so they just needed to park the vehicle away from the zombie’s path.

The man returned to the truck and ordered the four people that looked like guards to park the truck on the side of the road. Then he walked through the small door next to the bunker and entered the hospital. Immediately when they entered, they voluntarily handed over their weapons.

Anyone who saw the eight power armors would have made the same choice.

In front of the power armor, a rifle would be no different than a matchstick.

The four trader guards were placed at the campfire near the gate, and the man in the leather armor followed Lu Fan to the campfire where Jiang Chen was.

“What is your name?” Jiang Chen asked.

“Liu Wendi… Can I sit here?”

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you.”

When the man sat on the opposite side of Jiang Chen, he noticed the women several fires away and curiously asked Jiang Chen.

“They are your slaves?”

“No, they’re my loot,” Jiang Chen joked.

The man was clearly shocked by this response. He gulped and moved his butt back a little.

Jiang Chen laughed and did not explain further. He picked up a branch from the side and fiddled with the kindling in the fire.

“Why didn’t you go to Pingan Street? Are you not afraid of zombies or raiders?”

“We also wanted to go to Pingan Street, but something happened there.” Liu Wendi smiled bitterly.

Jiang Chen stopped fiddling with the fire and looked at him while he casually asked.

“Oh? What happened there?”

“The South Gate has collapsed.”

Jiang Chen paused.

“Collapsed? The South Gate?”

Liu Wendi nodded repeatedly. He looked extremely bitter and powerless.

“The gap is around half a kilometer wide. Half of the slums also collapsed. Now the entire Pingan Street is a big mess. The militia has placed Pingan Street under lockdown and is only permitting people to exit. No one can enter regardless of how many crystals they pay.”

He came all the way from Haizhou just to sell the fur on the truck to Shangjing hoping to profit before the winter. However, now the entire Pingan Street was under martial law, he did not know how long the situation would last.

It was quite dangerous to leave the goods outside, even if the Survivors Alliance had a convention that does not allow people to kill people within the Third Ring Road, this convention had never been enacted outside the wall of Pingan Street.

He even made up his mind. If the situation did not improve, he would pull the goods back to Haizhou.

As for the four guards who were barely equipped, they really did not make a difference.

With a sigh, Liu Wendi took a nutrient supply from his bag and drank it with his eyes closed.

Just then, the roar of the engine came from afar.

Liu Wendi looked up at the sky, and two glaring white lights beamed down. The sight made him almost throw away the nutrient supply in his hand as he immediately stood up from the ground.

“What is that?”

“That?” Jiang Chen looked at the sky and smiled. “My helicopter.”

“Helicopter? Yours?” Liu Wendi felt that his mind could not comprehend this.

“Yes. Right, I haven’t told you my name yet,” Jiang Chen tossed the branch into the fire, clapped his hands, stood up, and patted the ash off of his trousers. As if nothing happened, he said, “You can call me Jiang Chen.”