I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The moonlight was pristine.

On the border between Ecuador and Colombia, an off-road vehicle colored in military green was parked on a hilly slope.

A dense tropical rainforest faced the hill and a river only about knee-deep bisected the rainforest into two. One side was Ecuador while the other side was Columbia.

An Ecuadorian soldier carrying a rifle jumped down from the vehicle, took two steps forward, then used his binoculars to examine the situation on the Colombia side.

After he had confirmed that no border guards were patrolling the area, he turned back to the off-road vehicle, opened the door for the man sitting in the car, and said with his cigar-flavored Spanish.

“Border is in the front. There is a Colombian town about two kilometers away. You can take a bus to the nearby city. It’s best if you cross as soon as possible. Also, remember to be careful of the patrol lights from helicopters and the crocodiles of the swamp.”

“Thank you, I will.” After bearded man got off the car, he smiled slightly and thanked the soldier.

The Ecuadorian soldier grinned.

“You are welcome, our friends’ guests are naturally our guests.”

In principle, Ecuador and Colombia, as friendly neighbors, should not give the green light to the Colombian opposition. There were exceptions to everything, however, especially given Ecuador and Celestial Trade’s honeymoon phase. Tempted by the check of another space elevator, most of the requirements put forward by Xin could be guaranteed.

Even if the requirements compromised diplomatic principles.

With a meaningful smile, Hirst nodded without responding. He picked up his backpack from the back seat of the off-road vehicle, threw it on his back, and walked toward the border under the watch of the soldier.

Stepping across the river, he walked across a kilometer of the tropical rain forest. Then he dragged out his motorcycle from the bushes and dropped his backpack on it.

The roar of the engine alarmed the lizard lying on the tree, and the crocodile by the shoal raised its eyelids slightly.

After he hopped on the motorcycle, he confirmed the direction using the scattered moonlight and then drove straight to the Colombian town not far from the border.

Time gradually passed, and soon it was deep into the night.

Hirst stopped in front of a warehouse at an abandoned farm. He locked the motorcycle in front of the door, glanced at the pitch-dark warehouse, and opened the rusty iron gate.

“Who.”

Not knowingly, a gun protruded out of the shadow, and it was pressed against his face.

With a grin, Hirst raised his hands above his head and said impatiently.

“It’s me.”

As soon as he said those words, the beard faded from his face at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. The muscles on his face seemed to be wriggling like boiled water, followed by the cracking sound of his bones, Hirst’s look had completely changed.

The muzzle against his face slowly lowered.

Hirst lowered his raised hands and complained towards the shadows.

“Is this necessary?”

“Special times, forgive me,” the man said in a hoarse voice.

Shrugging off the comment, Hirst followed the man and walked deep into the warehouse.

They bypassed an agricultural machine, and in the corner of the warehouse, he saw a beam of light leaking from the wooden door.

The beam of light was very fragile and wavered in the darkness, like a boat swaying in the eye of the storm, it was as if it could disappear in the wave in any second.

To some extent, its situation was very similar to the current Kurofune.

Two years ago, the tragedies of City K and Yoto shocked the world. It directly led to the loss of hundreds of thousands of people and the ousting of the two regimes. For the first time, the word T-virus appeared in front of the eyes of all the countries in the world, and the world was caught in an unprecedented panic.

In December of the same year, NATO launched a large-scale military operation in northwest Somalia under the auspices of the United Nations. With concrete evidences, nations declared war on the warlords and set off another sandstorm in Somalia.

In less than a month, the iron fist from the civilized world destroyed the warlords who provided support to the Kurofune and took over the infected area and the T-virus factory on the border between Ethiopia and Somalia.

At the beginning of the following month, Celestial Trade sent troops without authorization to launch an assault in Kenya, destroying the only 1.7 tons left out of the 50 tons of virus stock solution, eradicating everything the Kurofune accumulated over the past decades.

One bad news came one after another, and Tanaka, the spiritual leader of the organization, also lost contact after a duel with Jiang Chen.

Even the most senior member of the Kurofune was only aware that he last appeared in the suburbs of Yoto, not knowing whether he was still alive or not.

Only Tanaka was able to communicate with the Kurofune.

Losing Tanaka meant that they completely lost contact with the “Black Ship”.

In the confusion and fear of losing the unity, the members of the Kurofune were either exhausted by the global pursuit of Ghost Agents or hiding in a remote area under a different name.

It didn’t take long for Celestial Trade to build a space elevator, which began to emerge internationally, and its strength expanded at a geometric speed. In the shadow of Jiang Chen, they trembled like mice in the gutter, and they didn’t dare to look squarely at this behemoth, let alone seek revenge.

Hirst was no different.

As a senior member of the Kurofune, he was not only pursued by Ghost Agents but also topped the wanted list of various countries as a terrorist. But because of his ability to change his appearance and height at will, he barely escaped the intelligence organizations.

Hirst, who fled to South America, wandered in loneliness and confusion for two years and lived a semi-reclusive life while carefully paying attention to the news of the Kurofune.

However, the cruel facts were stated in front of him.

Other than news of Kurofune members being arrested or “accidentally killed”, he could not find any useful information in the newspapers and the Internet.

Just when he was almost in a state of despair, he saw the mark left by members of the Kurofune from a newspaper. Overjoyed, he quickly found a companion hiding in Colombia based on the clues left in the newspaper.

Not only he escaped the pursuit of the Ghost Agents, but three other companions did as well.

Psychic Andrew from Britain, the UA mercenary Gerak, and a person named Sakai with the ability to read minds.

“What if they change their itinerary, or simply end their South America visit?” Gerak asked in a hoarse voice while wiping the sniper rifle in his hand.

“They can’t change the itinerary,” Andrew smiled. “They are Celestial Trade. The CIB is not enough to make them back down, and it won’t happen even with FBA involved.”

And their arrogance will make them pay a painful price for this.

“I hope everything goes well.” Hirst drew the Kurofune mark on his chest and closed his eyes religiously, “I also hope that the sacrifice we offer is enough to show our loyalty to our Lord.

“I just want to avenge Mr. Tanaka,” Sakai said with hatred-filled eyes hidden under his long hair and sitting in the corner with his arms folded.

“We will.”

Andrew’s smile was very gentle as if he were a kind priest facing a lost lamb, “My Lord will bless us to victory.”

If the blood of the immortal people could be exchanged for the favor of our Lord and usher in eternal evolution for this decaying world, no matter how many sacrifices, it’ll be worth it. This was all because all life will finally gain eternity in glorious harmony.

World War III…

This offering should be enough?

With this thought in mind, Andrew reached out his skinny right hand and touched the pendant on his chest.

He looked at the tied-up UA citizen who was twisting in the corner, and his dark green pupils flashed with fanatic colors…