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

The light bulbs flickered in the room. Cham supported his body with a rifle and shook his cloudy head to drive away the dizzy feeling. He struggled to get up from the ground. Gasol, who was previously sitting next to him, was similarly holding himself up with a rifle.

Just a moment ago, the entire embassy shook violently as if it was hit by a missile. The huge impact shattered all the ceilings and everything smashed on the ground. At the same time, the two were toppled and they also lost their balance.

“Sh*t, what happened?!” Gasol spat out and subconsciously glanced out the window.

Fortunately, the UA soldiers made no further moves.

“I don’t know.”

Cham, with an uncertain expression, squeezed the sentence out of his mouth and turned off the safety of the rifle.

“Should we execute the hostages?” Gasol said gravely.

“Execute some.”

If they didn’t respond to such provocative actions and allowed the other party to think they were bluffing, it would be problematic.

After finishing this sentence, Cham pulled out his pistol, and looked at where the girl on the ground.

However, to his surprise, the blood on the ground was still there, but she had disappeared.

Cham cursed.

He was careless. When the bullet broke through her combat suit, the optical illusion stopped functioning. Because he thought she lost her combat power and she wouldn’t have lived for long after the loss of blood, he just tied her up and tossed her to the corner.

Unexpectedly, this combat suit didn’t completely fail from the breakage…

Nor did he expect she could move even while being that injured…

Cham and Gasol raised their muzzles immediately and their narrowed pupils scanned the room. When the optical illusion moved, it would cause a slight ripple around the individual. With enough concentration, it wouldn’t be difficult to identify her movements.

Half a minute later, dense gunfire came downstairs, and a strong of sense uneasiness entered his mind.

What happened next confirmed his instincts.

The door was kicked open and Gasol lifted the muzzle out of his reflex. However, at that time, Zhu Yu moved.

With one hand, she pulled out the dagger on her waist, and in a flash of a second, the dagger cut open his throat. Not far away, Cham turned his gun, but he didn’t have time to aim before a dark shadow slammed from the doorway, sending him flying.

Cham was coughing out blood. He pushed off the body of a mercenary on top of him and he desperately tried to reach for his gun. However, three shots shattered his hopes.

“AHHH—” His left hand held onto his broken right hand. His face was twisted because of the sharp pain.

A flash of resoluteness entered his eyes. Relying on his strong will, he let go of his left hand holding onto his right arm and he reached for the detonator around his waist. The modified van parked in the garage was filled with 200 kilograms of explosives. As long as he pressed the detonator, the entire embassy would be lifted from the ground up.

However, when he pressed the detonator, the expected explosion didn’t happen.

The optical illusion was forcibly deactivated. Zhu Yu appeared beside Gasol’s body. The bloodstain on the body couldn’t be distinguished. A round tube resembling a can of Coke was nonchalantly tossed out from Jiang Chen’s hands and rolled slowly in front of Cham. However, he didn’t notice it. He just looked at the detonator with disbelief.

“Have you heard of EMP? You guys just don’t remember.” Jiang Chen shook his head.

“Impossible. It’s impossible… There’s a heating wire in the bomb. Even if there was EMP, it should directly trigger the bomb,” Cham mumbled, even forgetting his pain.

“We can make EMP bigger and naturally, we can also make it smaller. For example, the round pipe in front of you – we call it the EMP grenade.”

Without bothering with Cham, who was completely stunned, Jiang Chen went to Zhu Yu’s side and kicked away the fallen Gasol on her. He examined the gruesome wounds on her shoulders, sighed, and picked her up from the ground.

“You did a good job. Just rest for a while,” Jiang Chen whispered. He placed the unconscious girl on the couch, released the Beta-4 medical drone from the storage dimension and pointed it in her direction.

Cham stared blankly at this scene and was even more shaken and stunned.

He couldn’t understand where the drone came from.

He didn’t need to understand.

Because soon, he would take his last name with him and go to hell.

Jiang Chen walked in front of Cham, ignored the shaking pistol, nonchalantly took it away from him and threw it to the side.

“I heard you’re the Gatekeeper.”

Cold sweat rolled down from his forehead. Chan said with difficulty, “You…are you Jiang Chen?”

“Yes.”

“…” From Cham’s eyes, Jiang Chen saw a lot of emotions, and the most dominant emotion was disbelief.

Perhaps because of his position of high power, the Freemasonry had already equated him to the likes of Carmen Rothschild and Luke Joyce. They had forgotten about his past when he once single-handedly penetrated into IS territory and the Ukrainian theater. Before gaining today’s achievements, his combat power was already at the human pinnacle.

Even if he rarely used his own force, even Robert Downey Jr., the successor to Stark Industries, didn’t give his steel suits to his subordinates and completely retire behind the scenes.

Realizing he had underestimated Jiang Chen’s abilities, the detonator fell to the floor, and Cham’s fingers slowly slackened.

“I won’t tell you anything.”

Jiang Chen raised one of his eyebrows, and a needle emerged from his hand covered in steel.

“You don’t get to make that choice.”

In the eastern suburbs of Los Santos, on the 13th street of Knights Road, the originally illuminated streets had already merged into the curtain of the night. On the roof of a shopping mall building, the cold wind gusted wildly, but it still didn’t manage to cool his pumping heart.

Standing behind the roof’s water tank, Steven looked in the direction of the stairs. He repeatedly put his hands into his trench coat pocket, as if that cold metal texture could cool the restlessness of his heart.

[Will he come?]

Steven was unsure.

Jiang Chen wasn’t in the embassy and the operation already failed. The change from assassination to kidnapping was a forced change of plan, and this phone placed on the roof was the only insurance of this mission. However, no one could guarantee this insurance would work.

Based on the previous CIB mission in Gya, the other party had a record of them stepping into danger for the female CEO. However, people could change. If he really chose to collect the corpses for the entire Xin Embassy, they couldn’t do anything about the fact.

At that moment, a faint sound came from the stairs.

Steven immediately focused his attention. His hands slowly left his pocket, exposing the pistol hidden inside his trench coat.

The door quietly opened.

However, no one was there.

Steven stared at the stairway not far away, slowly turning off his pistol’s safety while holding his breath.

However, at that very moment, a cold sensation was pressed against the back of his head, causing his frantic heart to suddenly fall to the bottom.

A female voice came behind him.

“Don’t move.”