I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

For the Panu Islands near the equator, there is no obvious difference between winter and summer.

The sea breeze blowing in the South Pacific, wrapped in the unique salty sea, swaying the lush palm leaves, and the lonely wolf smoke

war.

No one ever thought that this small and independent country would be cast a shadow of war.

The first shot of which side was opened, no one remembers.

The Civil Liberties Party quickly armed a 500-strong anti-government army with funds aided by "unknown forces" and conventional weapons purchased from US arms dealers.

They originally planned to launch an uprising at the end of March. The soldiers split into two ways, attacking the villas of Johnny all the way, and attacking the presidential palace on the other, ending the corrupt rule of President Edward and advocating the new regime.

However, it turns out that they are still too naive.

The uprising did not go smoothly from the beginning of the outbreak. The Citizens’ Liberal Party has gathered a like-minded team in a short period of time, despite its generous aid funds and the people’s extreme disappointment with the Panu authorities. However, the Panu authorities seem to have received the news in advance because of the many reasons, such as misunderstandings and mismanagement within the organization. At the same time as the uprising broke out, the military camp quickly responded.

The riots were first carried out in the city of Coro, the capital of the Panu Islands. Face masks were printed on the faces of the new state-owned enterprises. The anti-government soldiers wearing urban camouflage carried the m4a1, and the government forces in the suburbs and the uniforms had a fierce battle.

Then he was defeated by the government forces.

This result is completely out of the expectations of the senior officials of the Civil Liberties.

They originally thought that when the gunfire rang, those government troops would turn their backs to join their camp and go to the banner of justice.

However, they are obviously miscalculated.

The government army’s head was covered with a shuttle bullet, and the player holding the new flag immediately splattered the streets. Then the armored vehicles rushed to the streets. The 50-caliber heavy machine guns were a "burst" against the insurgents, and the cement blocks and broken limbs were everywhere.

Although there are only 100 government troops, they are all professional soldiers. Even if they use American equipment, the combat quality of both sides is not at all a level. Not to mention the addition of light weapons. Government forces also have armored vehicles and tanks!

It is simply a massacre.

The sign of the new flag not only did not bring courage to the insurgents, but instead became the sign of the government forces distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy. The strategy of frontal offense was wrong from the beginning, and the Liberal Party’s claim has penetrated into the hearts of every Panu people. But they still overestimate their influence and combat effectiveness. In modern warfare, the number of people is not the determining factor in winning.

The blood flowed from the door of the presidential palace to the north shore of Coro Island. The insurgents who attacked the presidential palace were beaten and defeated. The smart people pulled off the masks with new flags on their faces and pretended to be civilians. However, those who responded slowly were directly burned out of the suburbs by fire, and they reached the cliff at the northern end of Coro Island.

The scarlet blood is more or less calming down the impassioned youth. Although ideals are important, life is equally valuable. In the face of invincible opponents, they can't afford the feeling of life resistance.

As for the battlefield on the other side, the group who attacked Johnny’s Villa also suffered a setback.

The sparks flickered and the metal shell peeled off.

A white man wearing a body armor leaned against the wall, maintaining a professional kneeling position, carrying the scar assault rifle in his hand to accurately clear the mob across the street.

"Headshot, the fifth one." He licked the corner of his mouth. Aubry adjusted the muzzle and continued to pull the trigger. "Now is the sixth one you lost."

"Shit." The black guy who leaned against the other window snorted and was hurting for the $200 he lost.

The mobs who took the m-series rifles, the fighting power and the monkeys holding the fire sticks are not much different. They have never received military training, and they can't even use the bunkers around them to cover the crossfire.

"How is the situation outside?" Johnny walked behind the two and carefully squinted out the window.

He used to think that he was brave. He once even took out a pistol and smashed a pistol on the streets of Los Angeles with another gang. However, this courage put on the battlefield seems to be less useful, looking at the flying cement chips. For the first time, he felt so fearful.

Aubry spit out the cigarette **** in the corner of his mouth and grinned. "Reassured, boss. Even if they come back a hundred. It's only a target."

As he said, the heavy machine gun on the roof spurred the fire snake, and the insurgents who tried to climb into the villa from the side were nailed to the ground.

"It's like this." Aubrey raised his thumb and pointed to another window on the side of his body. He said to Johnny easily.

They are mercenaries from Australia who served in the Australian Special Forces before retiring. Now, taking a high salary of $5,000 a month protects the safety of the American local tyrant.

With a sigh of relief, Johnny continued to sit back on the sofa, but quickly stood up again.

On the table was a bottle of yellow kangaroo wine from Australia. Although the bottle cap was opened, he was uneasy and drunk.

"Boss, maybe you need to relax and relax." The black guy with the rifle smiled and comforted, revealing a white mouth full of mouth.

Solving the mob is too easy for them.

"Shit, of course I know." One **** sat back on the sofa, and Johnny grabbed the glass and reached for the bottle and poured himself a glass.

However, because of the trembling of the arm, the scarlet liquid was poured on his hand.

"It's a waste." The black guy reluctantly removed his gaze from the bottle and put his attention back on the sight of the assault rifle.

"Don't fight, stare at your position."

"Okay, head."

These mercenaries did not understand why the boss was so fearful. These mobs did not have a bit of deterrence. Although they started a charge toward the villa at first, they were quickly beaten by heavy machine guns on the roof.

After a while, I am afraid that the support of the government forces should come. How to say that he is also a star entrepreneur of the Panu Islands, and that Edward’s money from his hand is less than a million dollars.

However, only Johnny knew that the money was not his own, but a man named Roberts.

Originally, he did not feel that he was not suitable at all. He was very calmly holding bundles of dollars and doing business, bribery, and misconduct under the instructions of Roberts. As Johnson & Johnson's business grows bigger and bigger. The entire Panu Islands economy was almost monopolized by him.

At this point, Roberts’ instructions were already audible to him, at least he thought so. If you are rude, there is no loan relationship between them. Now, if Johnny International does not have Roberts' funding, it can run normally and smoothly.

And when the development zone contracted by Linhua Group is completed, it can be foreseen that the tourism industry in the Panu Islands will exponentially soar, and his Johnny International will earn a lot of money.

However, until a phone call two days ago, his dream woke up.

"Two days later, the Civil Liberties will launch an uprising." That day, Roberts told him on the phone.

"This is impossible. They are just a group of underground parties who have no money and no power." Johnny remembered that he did not hesitate to make a rebuttal.

"Yes? I just remind you, don't listen to you."

When he said this, Roberts hung up.

At first, Johnny didn't take it seriously, but later felt a little uneasy, and he was still angry with Edward. He said that it was from the mouth of an employee that the Civil Liberties were plotting an uprising.

I did not expect that the uprising really happened!

The mobs’ combat power was weak, so weak that his bodyguards kept them out of the wall without any casualties. As for the bullet holes on the walls of the villa, there is only a thousand dollars. His loss is nothing more than this.

But it wasn't this that made Johnny frightened, but it was all in the hands of the man named Roberts.

How did he know that there would be riots? Is that guy not in Los Angeles? Damn it.

Confusion and horror are entangled in his mind. He doesn't care about the bright red wine on his trousers. He holds a cup and raises his head.

The **** wine slid down the corner of his mouth, along the neck, over the collar.

"what!"

With a wave of his hand, he slammed the glass to the wall.

"shit!shit!shit!" screaming and screaming, Johnny stood up from the leather sofa and walked in the direction of the stairs. Stepping down the stairs.

"Boss, what's wrong with him?" The black guy glanced at the stairs and whispered.

"Battlefield anxiety? I remember that the new recruits will be a bit on the battlefield for the first time." The bodyguard who had never said it whispered.

Aubrey didn't talk, his eyes were still locked at 500 meters, and the holographic sights were locked behind a mob who was running away.

The man has lost his weapon. But Aubrey didn't plan to let him go.

"Thirteenth." While deducting the board, Aubrey sneered and read.

Walking down the stairs, Johnny went straight to the basement of the villa.

There are four women who are only a few times. They have different skin colors and different identities. Three of them were locals, and a blonde female journalist from New Zealand came in for less than a week.

They wear eye masks. Being kept in a cage. Hearing the sound of opening the door, the dying body struggled to wiggle, accompanied by a cry of groaning and chaining.

Breathing, Johnny untied the belt on his trousers, and he only wanted to vent his anxiety to the Netherlands.

"shit, little people"

The phone ringing suddenly sounded, and the excited Johnny was shocked.

I found out the phone, he just wanted to drop the phone on the wall, but saw the caller on the screen.

[Roberts]

His fingers began to tremble and instinctively wanted to hang up the phone.

But after struggling for a while, he swallowed and slowly pressed the button.

"Hey?"

"I actually answered the phone? I thought you would hang up." Roberts muttered.

"Shit, what do you want to say in tmd?" Johnny, who had never come to the Panu Islands, faced Roberts's whispering temper and tempered his temper.

"You drank wine?"

""

"It’s not the Irish cockroach that lives in the barrel." Roberts snorted and cleared his throat, and then said, "Speaking seriously. If you want to live, do it now as I said. On the north shore of the island of Coro Take a boat and sit on it, it will take you to Western Australia, where you will get rich and plain."

For a long while, the phone did not respond.

Roberts groaned and shook his phone and blinked.

I don't know when it started, the phone has been hung up.

"This is a pen."

Shaking his head with a smile, Roberts didn't take care of the guy again, holding the phone and calling Jiang Chen. (To be continued.)