I have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World - Chapter 1181
Chapter 1181 The Darkness in the Garage
In the basement, Tiger constantly swallowed as he repeatedly rubbed the assault rifle grip, he stared nervously at the garage door.
Just now, he used the remaining power in the spare nuclear fusion battery to start the emergency procedure for the garage.
The leaded alloy door closed and sealed the entrance to the garage.
It was also one of the civil defense projects. He was only praying that man would not be able to open the door and would just leave.
By then, he could still…
Looking at his subordinate’s shivering beside him, Tiger only felt despair.
It would be impossible to make a comeback.
He would be thankful to just live…
Just then, a bright light appeared on the alloy door.
For the first time, Tiger felt hopeless when he saw a light in the vast darkness.
Suddenly, he heard a windbreaking sound.
Tiger did not understand what happened before he was hit on the back of the head and fell forward.
The hit made his eyes blurry in dizziness.
When he realized what happened, the rifle in his hand was gone, and his boy, who always sucked up to him, was pointing his rifle at his head and full of viciousness.
It was ironic, it was the first time seeing such a brave expression from the guy’s face.
Is this still the same guy?”
Hey, Six, you’re finally being brave?” Tiger bitterly smiled.
“Shut up!” Crazy was written all over the man named Six. He used the rifle to poke the face of his former brother. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, you stupid fu*k! Why did you offend someone you shouldn’t have! Now the Tiger Clan is fu*king done! We’re all done!”
“We?” Tiger laughed and looked at Six riding on his body. His eyes showed a hint of disdain. “The Tiger Clan has always been mine, when did it become “we”. Six, have I been treating you too well?”
With madness, Six continued to poke the face of his former brother with his gun.
“FU*K, FU*K, why are you sh*t talking now.”
“Hehe, you don’t even know how to say your last words. You’re still useless even with death knocking at your door.” Tiger shook his head.
Originally, he was still a little scared, but when the stick landed on his head, he was over this whole situation.
“Death?” There were panic and fear on Six’s face. However, they were quickly replaced by madness. “I will not die, you’re going to die! You’ve angered the NAC! As long as I hand you to them… I, I will not die!”
“Haha,” he looked at his pawn as if he was looking at an idiot, then he shook his head, smiling. “Whatever, I have lived an enjoyable life, so what if I go to hell!”
Suddenly, he ignored the muzzle pressed against his face and grabbed Six’s neck.
Six was frightened, with the fear of Tiger taking back the weapon, his hands shook and he pulled the trigger.
Red and white matter sprinkled onto the ground.
Tiger’s hands dropped down and fell to the side, they marked the end of his dirty and sinful life.
Almost at the same time, the alloy door was cut open, and the man standing at the door retracted the laser sword and looked inside.
Six couldn’t see the expression on his face, but he could guess that his expression would be no different than looking at an ant.
“Big, big brother,” Six looked at his big brother without a head in horror. Then, he looked at the people who appeared at the door and hurriedly tossed away the rifle in his hands. With a panicked and pleading expression, Six said incoherently. “Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, the person who started all of this is dead! It’s me, yes! Yes, I killed him! I avenged you…”
There was a second shot.
Blood gushed out from his chest. The man named Six collapsed on the ground and made a muffled sound.
“Too much nonsense.”
The smoke from the pistol faded.
Jiang Chen looked at Tiger with his exploded head with a frown. He did not say anything else and walked toward the back of the garage.
When he heard that Zhao Qiuran said that there were a lot of spiritual marks in the garage, he had already vaguely guessed what he would see inside.
One foot kicked opened the half-covered door and a thick odor wafted into his face.
Women in ragged clothes sat in front of the long table, processing used chips. When they saw Jiang Chen at the door, they just raised their eyes and looked numbly, then they lowered their heads and continued to mechanically operate the welding torch under the incandescent light.
Others were squatting in cages, fixed on sinister toys, as their sight fixated on the floor or ceiling. Only a few had color in their eyes, and those the raiders had still yet to finish enjoying were chained to prevent them from suiciding or escaping.
The dead bodies were thrown into the corner and sprinkled with formalin. The empty eyes were daunting. They seemed to exist to warn those who are lazy or those who want to escape.
Jiang Chen was visibly shocked, but he did not say anything.
It was not the first time he encountered this type of situation.
“How are you going to deal with these women?” Zhao Qiuran followed Jiang Chen inside, waved her hand to keep the smell away of her nose, and asked with a frown.
“What do you think is a good way?” Jiang Chen asked.
Zhao Qiuran paused for a moment before her expression turned awkward.
She was a lone traveler and always operated independently. She usually did not save strangers. What solution would she have?
These people had lost their hope to live.
Even if they were still alive, they were just like the walking dead in this world.
Perhaps death would be a relief for them? But how many people would be able to free their pain without any psychological burden?
Just as Zhao Qiuran was engrossed with her thoughts, Jiang Chen gestured to Lu Fan and then pointed to the women in the basement.
“Get Li Wang to send two transport helicopters, and wait for the next transport of the airship to bring those people back to Wanghai.”
“Roger!” Lu Fan saluted.
Very early in the days, shortly after the end of the X2 bacterial incident, a traumatic sanatorium was set up in the Fishbone Base. It was specifically built for those who were traumatized by raiders, which were generally women.
Although there were many beautiful women around him, he was very aware that the proportion of men and women on the wasteland had been seriously out of tune. Too many bachelors at any time was never a good thing.
Fortunately, most survivors did not have a civilized mentality. As long as they were not mad or crazy, most survivors did not mind the past of these women. They would not reject marrying women that recovered from the sanatorium.
Chu Nan, the director of the Sixth Street, was a great example.
“You are too kind.” Zhao Qiuran looked at these people with envy.
“You are envious?”
When she thought about what happened to these women, she shivered and shook her head. “How is that possible?”
Jiang Chen glanced at her and did not say anything more, then he looked at Lu Fan.
“That’s that. Before the transport helicopters arrive, let’s search here to see if there is anything worth taking away—”
Without the slightest sign, the earth trembled intensely, causing debris to fall from the garage ceiling.
“Fu*k, who launched another bomb.”
As he held the wall to regain his balance, Jiang Chen cursed and patted the dust off his head.
Just as he finished his sentence, there was an even louder explosion.
This time the earth shook more violently, and everyone in the basement realized the seriousness of the situation.
“An earthquake?” Zhao Qiuran glanced at the ceiling and said nervously, “I suggest we get out quickly.”
“It’s not like an earthquake.” Lu Fan immediately put his face down on the ground. “It was an explosion coming from below us.”
Jiang Chen had to process this information before his expression gradually turned serious.
For some strange reason, the explosion coming from the depths of the earth gave him an ominous feeling.
What are the Russians doing?