I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Into the suburbs of Donetsk, the road suddenly rugged up. With a scene of debris on both sides of the street, Jiang Chen even had a moment to create the illusion of being in the Last of Days.

Under the rubble, vaguely visible traces of the living. People who have nowhere to go have built simple and crude sheds on their destroyed homes and looked at the patrolling Ukrainian Armysoldier with hostile eyes.

As we continue to move forward, the road conditions have worsened.

Nick had to park his car next to a house and then called Marcoff.

A moment later, a soldier with rifle found them.

“Boris, Lieutenant.” After seeing Jiang Chen, the short-haired boy was standing in a ceremonial position. “I was sent to you by the Makanov General.”

“Jiang Chen.” Jiang Chensimple reported his name and smiled and reached out and shook him.

On the palms of the old Jian (cocoon), it looks like a veteran soldier.

Withdrawal of his hand, Boris nodded.

“Please follow me.”

Taking a black suitcase from the car, Jiang Chen and Nick followed in his footsteps.

What they did not know was, however, that a body was lying on the side of the road about 400 meters from their parking spot.

The military uniforms and equipment have been stripped away. The pupils have been magnified, and a blood hole has been opened on the forehead.

……

Armored vehicles and the wreckage of tanks, here is the area of ​​exchange.

Walk through a quiet girl on a deserted street.

Her whole body is covered in black-clothed, only revealing the thin lips under the shadow of that cape. Behind him is a guitar box, like a musician walking under the rubble.

Picking up his right sleeve, a wristwatch-like computer flashes with faint fluorescence.

That is impressively EP.

On the screen is a map of this area. Mapping tactical maps with radio signals is one of EP’s anti-day functions.

Yesterday she had already passed this band. The small blue dot on the map is the coordinates of the sender carried from Jiang Chen.

“Are you here?” Ayesha whispered to himself, silently walking toward the residents’ house, which was destroyed halfway.

“It was very dangerous. It was only a few days before it was hit by cannonballs and it could collapse at any time—” The huddled refugees tried to remind the girl, but the girl just glanced at him and then pulled out the pistol.

The refugee raised his hands in horror and retreated.

“go away.”

Maybe it was because of Ayesha’s English. The man tried to sidestep back two steps. Seeing that she had no intention of shooting, she turned and ran.

When she saw an unrelated person leave, she put away her pistol and turned her back to the building with a guitar case.

Smartly climbing the cut-off stairs, Ayesha easily reached the top floor.

Just like what you learned in Virtual Reality Training System.

Open the guitar box, remove the sniper rifle parts, and skillfully attach the gun barrel.

Under a bit of debugging, Ayesha took out a cloak of city camouflage, covered it with dust, and set up the Ghost Sniper Rifle full of science fiction.

“Ayesha is already in place,” he said to himself, whispering Ayesha lying on the ground.

……

“Um, keep waiting.”

Jiang Chen reaches for her hand and gently holds her wrist to her lips.

Boris walked in front to lead the way. Nick walks aside and silently looks around. Jiang Chen, on the other hand, looked very relaxed, as if there was no consciousness in front.

The pitted mud roads, with a row of wooden boards more than two meters high, spelled a simple and easy wall. At the front, this stuff is usually used to interfere with Sniper’s detection or black guns.

“How long is it?” Jiang Chen glanced at the anchored tank on the side of the road and casually shouted to the front of Boris.

“Fast, just ahead.” Boris gave a very vague answer.

“Yes, can you ask a personal question?” Going to his side, Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

“Of course, if no sensitive information is involved.”

“What is your position in the 92 Mechanized Infantry Brigade?” From the full-handed old Jian (cocoon), this guy’s ability should not be small.

“Currently serving as the bodyguard soldier of the Marcanov General.” Boris’s English is fluent and he can actually understand Jiang Chen for the first time, which is only slightly higher than the Chinese level of the six-level English.

“Oh? You should have good marksmanship.” Jiang Chen gave him a surprised look.

“It’s OK.” Boris didn’t seem to want to continue on this topic, but he paused and added, “I’m his nephew.”

The trio continued on for a moment, but at this moment, Nick looked at the roadside and frowned and stopped.

He kept silent and suddenly interrupted and asked, “Has the 92 Mechanized Infantry Brigade advanced to this front?”

“Of course not.” Boris shrugged, and made a statement that made the two men unsure.

Nick reacted the fastest and he touched his waist for a moment. But Boris, who had been prepared for a long time, was obviously a step closer to him. The rifle in his hand had already aimed at him.

“I advise you not to move. Even if I remove my hand, there is still a handful of people pointing at you a few hundred meters away.” Boris grinned, said his tone lightly, but his eyes looked at Jiang Chen. “I am very sorry, Mr. Jiang, someone wants to talk to you.”

“Who?” Jiang Chen smiled and asked in a similarly relaxed tone.

Obviously, this Boris is fake. Makanov should have sent someone over to be killed on the road and replaced it with Boris.

Although Chen Shui-bian had anticipated what trouble it would have encountered, Jiang Chen did not think that the trouble was not from Makanov, but from a force he had never seen before.

Radio communications should have been intercepted. The other party’s strength is obviously not weak. However, even if he knew this, Jiang Chen’s face was still no wave and he looked at Boris with a smile.

Boris did not answer Jiang Chen’s question and looked at him with a slight surprise. “Does Mr. Jiang not worry about his own safety?”

“Safety? Why worry?” Jiang Chen pretended to be strange and spread out his hand. “Since you want to kidnap me, don’t you still protect my safety?”

It seems to have been amused by Jiang Chen’s logic. Boris grinned and lifted his left hand to make a gesture.

Several people came out of the shadows from the side, and from the skilled movement and professional gun position, these guys should belong to a Special Forces.

Looking at the face of the all-Russians again, thinking that Ukraine hadn’t had “Special Forces” before Nick came, Jiang Chen also faintly guessed the identity of these people.

Nick was simply tied up, but they were politely not shooting Jiang Chen. Maybe it’s because from an appearance point of view, Jiang Chen doesn’t look like that kind of “dangerous person.”

“KGB?” asked tentatively, Jiang Chen stared at Boris’s eyes.

It is a professional agent, and there is no slightest wave in the pupil. Boris just smiled and did not answer anything.

“It doesn’t matter who we are. Little handsome brother from the East.”

With a little scornful tone, some of Jiang Chen’s familiar voice came from behind.

That is slightly jerky mandarin.