The Collaborative Relations Are Confirmed, The War Between Women

Delia laughed.

This was the first time she had smiled since she met Johnson.

However, there was an interesting meaning to it.

"You don't want me to leave? Which area are you referring to?"

Delia asked.

Johnson spread his hands and shrugged.

"All aspects."

He appeared very relaxed and natural, his eyes filled with confidence.

"I can tell you very clearly that I can guarantee all your living needs.

"Eat, drink. I can satisfy almost all the needs of daily life, including your safety.

"As a matter of fact, I already have a woman in my base, but I don't mind having more."

Johnson let out a meaningful smile.

Delia frowned slightly.

She coldly snapped,

"If you think I'm the kind of woman who would sell her body for survival, you're sorely mistaken."

"No, no, no."

Johnson waved his hand, his smile never leaving his face.

"I've never forced anyone to have sexual relations with me. Such a thing has to go with the flow.

In fact, if you aren't willing, I won't force you either."

"But I think you'll eventually be willing to."

He chose to end it in a half-joking manner.

Delia looked seriously into Johnson's eyes.

She was surprised at what she saw.

This was because the man opposite her didn't seem to be lying and was really confident.

Subconsciously, she glanced at the bread and water in her hand. At the same time, she thought of the pistol at her waist.

His suggestion was worth a try.

"Listen up, what you're expecting won't happen. If you want to do anything rude to me, my pistol doesn't have eyes."

Johnson pretended to be surprised and scared.

"Wow, that sounds very intimidating.

But let's make a deal, be it before or after we get into any sort of relationship."

"You need to contribute to my base. Is that reasonable?"

Delia nodded.

"Sure. It makes perfect sense."

Johnson smiled and walked over.

He easily lifted the hiking bag from the ground with one hand and handed it to Delia.

"Come, it's time for you to contribute. You'll be responsible for carrying this backpack."

Delia was slightly surprised.

She didn't think that Johnson's current attitude of letting a woman carry his backpack was him being a scumbag.

Just the opposite.

Would a person hand over their food so easily for others to keep?

Johnson could see what Delia was thinking. He smiled in approval.

"There's nothing to be surprised about. Didn't I already do it once when you took my gifts to you earlier?"

Delia didn't argue.

In fact, that was indeed what happened. Just now, Johnson had indeed placed the backpack down within reach of Delia, and had maintained a certain distance from her.

In the end, Delia still chose to contribute.

She took the backpack with her left hand and slung it over one shoulder.

At the same time, she couldn't help but feel slightly surprised.

This backpack was not light, it was about 15 kg.

But neither Johnson nor Delia found it a burden.

One was an apprentice Mechanic that had undergone some physical enhancement and strengthening, and his body was much better than an ordinary person's.

The other was a policewoman, or used to be.

Carrying a 15kg bag was naturally very easy for her.

The reason why she used her left hand to retrieve her bag was, of course, to ensure that her right hand could still pull out the gun at any time.

Before seeing the so-called "base" and "food purification", she wouldn't easily trust Johnson.

No, even if she saw it with her own eyes, she would not fully trust it.

She needed to be vigilant at all times.

Johnson had no comment towards their actions.

After they boarded the truck, Johnson drove them to the base.

...

Monica was sitting by the bed, staring blankly at the electromagnetic pistol in her hand.

Johnson had been out for half the day, and she wondered when he would return.

10 days? 15 days?

Or three months?

What would she do if Johnson didn't come back after three months?

The food at home probably wouldn't last that long. Would she have to go to the department store alone to look for food?

After thinking about it, Monica could not help but frown.

Why wasn't Johnson back yet…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a knock on the door of the factory. Monica was so frightened that her whole body trembled.

She subconsciously tightened her grip on the gun but forgot to raise it and aim due to her nervousness.

It seemed like it was useless for Johnson to hand the gun over to her.

"Open the door. It's me, Johnson."

A familiar voice came from outside the door, making Monica reveal an excited smile.

She didn't expect Johnson to be back so soon.

That was great!

She hurriedly ran to the entrance of the factory and pressed the button to open the door.

She was so excited that she even forgot to put on her shoes.

The shutters slowly rose, revealing the feet of the people outside.

At this moment, Monica was slightly stunned.

Two pairs of feet?

And one of them looked like that of a woman?

Who did Johnson bring back?'

All kinds of questions rose from Monica's heart. Along with them rose the shutter door of the factory.

The figures of the two people outside the door were completely revealed at this point.

As Monica looked at Delia, Delia too laid eyes on Monica for the first time.

The temperature in the atmosphere instantly plummeted.