I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The night is getting darker. Xiao Xiaoyu said,

Although it has undergone a daytime turmoil, at this point, most Panu people have already entered a dream.

Johnny stayed in his villa, curled up in his basement, leaning against the cold wooden chair and pouring his treasures in a cup.

There are 82 years of Lafite, and 86 years of Margaux six months ago, these things are things that he can't even think about. The big hemp in Los Angeles is very expensive, but if compared with these "high society blood", it is still worse than a little bit.

The basement was very stuffy, but he was shaking.

Not because of coldness, but because of the chill that rose from the bottom of my heart.

He asked the mercenary to hold the villa, even if it was a fly.

He can read those eyes, he knows that those who do things with money think he is crazy. But he doesn't care, he has money, he just wants to live.

To be honest, even he doesn't know why he is so afraid of the guy who is far away in Los Angeles, or afraid of the guy behind Roberts. Although the villa, the deposit in the bank card, these are indeed caught in his hands, but he has no sense of security at the moment.

To ask why, he always feels that there is only one hand that controls this.

Including his own tycoon, including the growing dictator president, including those who have been corrupted by the US dollar.

It also includes more than 100 bodies that died outside the villa.

He is madly pouring red wine.

The sourness and sweetness of the throat is like the stencil of the banknote, and the color is like the blood of the virgin.

Lying beside him is the body of four white flowers, but he has not had much energy to play with them now. Even if it is a finger, there is a time when it is sour.

"shit!" slammed the sentence, he took off the glass in his hand.

Hey

The glass broke.

He stared at the bright red beach and starved the wine cellar.

"Damn."

This sentence is spoken in Chinese. Some lameness is the Chinese he learned from Wang Tianfeng not long ago.

Just now Wang Tianfeng came to look for him, the bodyguard told him.

Linhua Group was introduced by Roberts. Wang Tianfeng is the representative of Linhua Group. He believes.

He is shaking. His instinct tells him that someone wants to kill him, someone wants him to die!

He doesn't want to die, he wants to continue to play the role of this rich man. He can make a fortune on anyone's head without any scruples. Whether it is the wife or daughter of the neighbor, as long as he is fascinated, Edward will set him up for the sake of the US dollar.

However, Roberts’ last call made him wake up completely.

Yes. He is just a small mix of slums in the slums. It is a flawless Irish cockroach. It is because of the need for him to disturb the backwaters.

go away? Going to Western Australia to support the elderly? Go to hell, how can you promise?

He hung up Roberts's phone and smashed the phone card.

There was a glimpse of a glimpse in his eyes, and he stared at the door of the basement.

"Come on, let me see, what is the way you tmd take my life!"

The next day, the southern end of Coro Island.

An old freight ship sailed quietly into the inaccessible harbour.

The inside of the port is very deserted. Can't see any figures. After all, yesterday, the residents of Coro Island were mostly immersed in panic and sorrow. On the second day, most people chose to take time off to reduce travel.

The ship was stable on the shore.

About 50 more powerful figures, stepping out of the ship in an orderly manner.

The ship came from West Africa and crossed half of the earth.

Standing side by side with Ivan on the high ground next to the port, Jiang Chen looked down at the soldiers who loyal to him.

"These fifty people are the most capable guys. They played with the guerrillas of the Tuareg tribe during training in Niger. But really, do you really need to bring the equipment with you?" Ivan Xiang Jiangchen Asked.

"No, ‘our arms are already shipped to the warehouse.'” Jiang Chen succinctly replied.

Ivan looked at Jiang Chen with amazement.

The arms had been transported into the warehouse, and he was not aware of it. The boss's supernatural powers. Once again refreshed his cognition.

"When did you start acting?" Ivan asked briefly.

"You are ready to start."

It was said that Ivan’s mouth raised a touch of cruel smirk.

"That's good now."

Jiang Chen smiled and threw the key of the No. 3 warehouse to Ivan’s hand.

"Well, I will give it to you."

Words. Jiang Chen turned and left.

Looking at the back of Jiang Chen, Ivan stood up and silently performed a military ceremony.

Counting the 15 people who arrived earlier, the number of mercenaries of the Future People Security Company currently landing in the Panu Islands has reached 65, which is almost half the strength of future human security companies.

There are no armored vehicles and no tanks.

But Jiang Chen prepared a higher-end mechanical exoskeleton for them. There are also drones.

Before returning to the world, Jiang Chen almost moved the mechanical exoskeleton stored in the fish bone base, and even moved to the production line, he was moved to the present world. Wang Qing is still very surprised about this. I don't know what Jiang Chen wants to do when he transports these things to the villa.

However, Jiang Chen naturally will not explain to her.

Opened the container in the No. 3 warehouse, Ivan greeted the captain of a small team and distributed each mechanical exoskeleton to the soldiers of their respective teams. At the training base in Niger, Jiang Chen left two sets of mechanical exoskeletons. The people present practiced using this kind of thing, so there was no obstacle when wearing it.

Wearing a mechanical exoskeleton with a polyethylene bullet-proof plate and a streamlined tearer rifle, a team of sci-fi soldiers walked out of the warehouse.

Sixty-four people will be divided into eight teams to perform combat missions under the command of Ivan. All operational instructions will be deployed through Ivan's tablet terminal and immediately fed back to each captain's tactical helmet.

Eight modified vans are the only vehicles used to store ammunition and drone control terminals.

In addition to the eight infantry squads involved in combat, there are fifty hummingbird drones. In the current world where there is no small-scale emp weapon, this slap-up attack drone is simply no enemies.

This is destined to be an asymmetrical war, just as the government forces crushed the anti-government army yesterday.

From armed to lined up to departure, it took only ten minutes.

Standing at the door of the warehouse, Zhang Ya calmly looked at the dust raised by the eight breads for a long time.

When Ivan, who was the "guardian" of Jiang Chen, began to command these mercenaries, he roughly guessed the identity of the mercenaries.

Going to Zhang Yaping's side, Jiang Chen said with a smile, "I am very glad that you made the right choice."

"Yes? Maybe the worst option is not accurate." Zhang Yaping said in a self-talking voice.

"It depends on the angle of your problem." Jiang Chen said softly.

"Oh?"

"Imagine. Until today, you are still a group of underground people who have been stalking under the search of government forces. And today, I will take you to the throne." Jiang Chen exaggeratedly opened his arms and smiled. .

"However, this so-called 'throne' is just your embarrassment. Am I right?" Zhang Yaping smiled bitterly.

Seeing that he was so acquainted, Jiang Chen smiled happily.

Staring at the future president's eyes, he said.

"Yes. But if you don't have me, you won't even be." (To be continued.)