I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World (Web Novel)

The next morning, the three packed up the gasoline stove and their sleeping bags, and continued with their journey.

Jiang Chen was the last one to be on guard. After getting in the vehicle, he napped against the window. However, when he woke up, he found his head on Natasha’s lap.

Although separated by jeans, it still felt quite soft.

“I suddenly found out that you have a cute sleeping face.” Meeting Jiang Chen’s eyes, Natasha mocked him.

He sat up while rubbing his eyes and with a yawn, then asked.

“What’s today’s date?”

“April 25th.” Ayesha, who was driving, replied.

“It’s already April 25th?” Jiang Chen looked at the scenes disappearing from the window, as well as the smoke rising in the south, and then said, “We should go back soon. I have a feeling something is going to happen here.”

What’s more, it would be May 4th in a week, and the Stingray sent to the UFO would be back by then. He was quite curious about the UFO. Half a century passed since humans began to explore extraterrestrial civilization, during which countless postcards symbolizing friendship have been launched into the universe, but they have never been answered.

Even in the timeline of the apocalypse, Jiang Chen never heard of any record of extraterrestrial civilization. If the unidentified object really belonged to an extraterrestrial civilization, it would mark the start of the contact between human civilization and the extraterrestrial civilization.

“What are you thinking about?” Natasha gently poked Jiang Chen’s arm.

Jiang Chen smiled.

“I was thinking… about something far away.”

To avoid the patrols of the border guards, Ayesha once again released the drones, confirmed the patrol route of the border guards, and found the right time to rush through.

On the way to the border, Jiang Chen also saw ragged smugglers. Most of them were poor people displaced by the war, and some were deserters from the frontline. From their lifeless and colorless eyes, there was hardly any hope.

Perhaps it triggered some unpleasant memory, Ayesha’s expression changed and she began accelerating.

Someone waved to stop the car, but they didn’t stop. No one could be certain who really needed help, and who held sinister thoughts. What’s more, there were so many people. They couldn’t save everyone.

No longer focusing on the refugees, Jiang Chen then glanced his watch.

It was almost eleven o’clock, which means they shouldn’t have any problems with cross the border before lunchtime. Perhaps it’ll even be possible to have a hot meal in a Russian town.

Just then, a brief from Ghost Agents’ headquarters was sent to his watch.

There were only two words.

[Rescue Successful]

…

In the eyes of Mario’s neighbors, he was just a coffee shop owner. However, few people knew the other side of the kind-hearted Slavic man. In addition to being a great coffee grinder, he also served as an informant of the Russian Security Service in the underground intelligence network of Kiev.

In the Kiev intelligence system, he served as the microphone, the information transfer station. He was responsible for assigning the task of the superior to the informants, and for sorting out the information collected through the encrypted radio and broadcasting the information to the receiving station on the border.

As usual, Mario made breakfast for himself and enjoyed his meal while watching TV before heading to work. Recently, he heard that a front line, Ukrainian military officer named Skanov was transferred back to the capital. His real identity was the informant of the Russian Security Service.

Just as Mario wondered who he should assign this work to, the doorbell rang.

After hearing the doorbell, he paused for a moment.

It was 8:00 in the morning. No neighbor would visit at this time.

When he thought about this, he became more cautious. He carefully walked to the door and peeked through the peephole.

Two men in black trench coats were standing at the door. The man in front wore a cap, and his narrow face gave off a sense of sophistication. The other hooked nose was particularly eye-catching. Mario immediately analyzed they were two intelligence workers from their appearance.

First, they carried guns.

Second, the man leading was a soldier.

When the door didn’t open, the man pressed the doorbell impatiently and gestured to the other. The hooked nose understood and went to the other side.

Mario knew that the other man was going to the back of his house to prevent him from escaping.

Now he knew that the people outside were not here to investigate and collect evidence. They likely already obtained enough evidence and had come to arrest him.

He cursed under his breath, hurriedly put on his shoes, and ran to the stairs.

When he had just gotten to the second floor, a loud noise came from the living room.

When the man found that there was no response after pressing the bell three times, he had realized something was wrong and decisively chose to break in.

Mario rushed into his bedroom, took out a Glock pistol and two magazines from under the bed and then ran to the bathroom. He loaded the gun and then locked the reinforced glass door, before sliding into the bathroom.

Behind the bathroom curtain, there was a wooden door that he designed specifically for escaping. He never thought that he would use it one day, but as he pulled out the key to open the door, the door of the bathroom was gently pushed away.

He jerked and lifted his gun. The muzzle was shaking in fear.

Although he received military training, he never killed anyone before, and he never thought that he would have to fight with a gun. After all, he didn’t serve combat duty nor did he need to risk his life to collect intelligence. Before he became an agent, he was just an ordinary person.

No one came in through the open door. Mario was gasping heavily and tried hard to stop his hands from shaking.

However, at this moment, his vision suddenly blurred and his gun became unloaded. Before he could react to what just happened, his hands were reversed and he was pinned down against the edge of the bathtub. Despite how much force he used, he couldn’t break free.

A figure emerged from behind him. Like a ghost, he didn’t even notice where she came from.

“Don’t move.”

“Friendly.”

One hand was enough to pin him down. Mario then noticed that her other hand was holding a dagger, and the dagger was stained with blood.

No doubt, the blood was fresh.

He felt extremely relieved.

It should be the blood of the man that broke in earlier…