I have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World
After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse. If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation. But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven. Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere. What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day. iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom? Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat. Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time...
Spare No One
Editor: Rainystars
The polar vehicle raced on the snowfield, leaving a flurry of snows flakes and ice shards behind its trail.
Jiang Chen was in control of the steering wheel and scanned the yellow dot on the GPS.
There were more than a hundred kilometers in distance, with his current speed; it would be possible to reach it in an hour or so.
He had taken off the power armor and was thrown into the back seat of the car. When he was far away, he moved it into the storage dimension. There was also a suitcase that was supposed to contain one gram of antimatter. He also moved that into the storage dimension.
After directly passing Wilkes Place and arriving at the shore of George V, Jiang Chen gradually slowed down, pressed the button to open the trunk, and tapped the watch to call out the holographic screen.
The trunk opened, exposing the drone terminal hidden in it, as well as a fixed-wing drone about the size of one person; the Falcon Z-2 manufactured by Camp 27.