I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“Here’s the command center… What? There’s a riot at the refugee camp. How’s that possible?”

“I repeat, the transport team was attacked! We need backup! Sh*t—”

Following an explosion, the communication ended with static.

At the military base, several communication officers stared at each other in shock while conveying the confusion and shock through their eyes. Fortunately, the head of the command center responded quickly as he immediately grabbed a radio and connected to the rapid response force at the base, then reported the news to the person in charge.

In two minutes, two heavy transport helicopters and four Blackhawk helicopters took off and brought 32 heavily armed special forces. They wore “Lightning” exoskeletons and were armed with a special shell-less rifle newly developed by the Krupp Group. They were armed to their teeth.

However, they still underestimated the scale of the riot. When the helicopters arrived on the scene, the narrow streets were filled with the wreckage of Hummers. More than half of the hundred mercenaries were killed, leaving the rest of the mercenaries struggling to fend off the siege from the refugees.

Indeed, the enemy was a mob, but they clearly underestimated the numbers of the mob. The most important thing was that these refugees were very familiar with the layout of the refugee camps. Even if the mercenaries who lost communication with them were brave and courageous, they could only find cover under bullets coming from all directions.

The eyebrows of the team captain, Bruno, twitched a few times as he examined the battlefield below. Then he picked up the intercom on his shoulder.

“Well, guys, let’s bring our brothers back. Hunter-1,2, descend in height, prepare to lower the rope, deploy defense lines at the evacuation point, and cover our brothers as they retreat. Hunters-3, 4 cover in the air, get ready to fire the Gatlin and don’t worry about refugee casualties—fire at any refugee you see with guns!”

“Hunter-1, roger. Deploying.”

“Hunter-2…”

“…”

More than half of the thirty-two special forces descended to the ground, and these warriors with mechanical exoskeletons were indeed not comparable to the average soldier. In the dark alleys, under the cover of the Gatlin machine guns, they managed to clear out a way through the chaos.

Krupp certainly had a different perspective on weapon design. After discovering that “Lightning” was useless against EMP, it gave up on the lightweight design. The use of steel instead of functional plastics turned the exoskeleton into a power armor mold. The formed Faraday cage shielded them from electromagnetic pulses.

In addition to the EMP protection enhancement, the armor’s defense also improved drastically. Looking through a binocular on the battlefield, Jiang Chen discovered that the 5.56mm used by the refugees couldn’t penetrate the steel plates in front of their chests.

Of course, the cost of this type of improvement was exceptionally high—at least five times the cost of the previous version.

Sure enough, war was a lubricant of a civilization. The problem they previously didn’t understand could be resolved after taking two punches to the face. Perhaps they could give Freemasonry another decade, and they would find a “trivial method” to deal with the advanced technology of Celestial Trade. Just like how the US military managed to avoid roadside bombings in Iraq.

“We can’t wait any longer.” Jiang Chen put the binoculars into his pocket and took out his PK2000 assault rifle, which was rusting in the storage dimension. “If I don’t help them, the mob will collapse. At least I have to take out those two Blackhawks.”

There weren’t many people who were directly killed by Gatling guns on the street, but the firepower exerted immense psychological pressure on the people taking cover.

Ayesha nodded and was preparing to go forward but was stopped by Jiang Chen.

“Hey, wait, what can you do if you go empty-handed? Can you dismantle a plane with your bare hands?” Jiang Chen dragged her back and confirmed no one was nearby. Then he took out two portable air defense missiles from the storage dimension.

“This is the ‘Viper’ Rocket Launcher air defense model—you should know how to use it. Inside the box is a replaceable warhead; bring two rounds. You can have two Blackhawks while I take the other four.” Jiang Chen picked up a launcher from the ground and loaded the warhead into the tube. He turned around and raised an eyebrow. “Which two do you want?”

Ayesha looked a little hesitant.

“Can you leave them all to me? I’m worried about you…”

“No worries; this isn’t difficult at all. Well, since you aren’t picking, the farthest two are up to you. I’m going to go now.”

After that, Jiang Chen jumped from the three-story building, rushing forward with the launcher.

Since Jiang Chen had already set off, Ayesha sighed. She shook her head and picked up the launcher and warheads from the ground then also jumped downstairs.

On the other side, Bruno, sitting on the Blackhawk helicopter overlooking the battlefield, didn’t realize that disaster was about to come. Rather, he felt somewhat relieved. The wounded and the mercenaries preparing to retreat gathered near the evacuation point, and the four Blackhawks ascended in height again. Now, four Gatlin guns hovered in the area. The situation was slowly turning in their favor.

As long as they repelled the mob, the two heavy transport helicopters could land and take everyone away.

However, at this moment, his right eye twitched, and a strong uneasiness suddenly overwhelmed him.

It was too late to understand the cause of this uneasiness. A rocket from the ground flew to him and smashed into the tail of the helicopter without warning. Bruno only heard an explosion that broke his eardrum, and the entire helicopter was sent into a tailspin.

“Damnit! We were hit! Hunter-3 is calling command center. We’re falling!”

The first officer roared into the intercom, and the pilot clutched onto the stick, trying to control the rotating nose or at least adjust the helicopter to better prepare for a crash landing.

“Get up! Sh*t—”

The helicopter crashed into a residential building, and the flare was visible even two streets away.

Looking at the smoke rising in the air, Jiang Chen put down the launcher. Under a reverent look from the refugees, he switched onto the second warhead. He aimed at the second helicopter then pulled the trigger.

The crash of the Hunter-3 shocked all the mercenaries. The tail flame was obviously not from some smuggled RPG—it could only have been a portable air defense missile.

Why did the refugees have air defense missiles?!

It was too late to think about this issue. The evacuation plan was temporarily canceled, and the remaining helicopters immediately ascended in height to avoid the range of the air defense missiles. However, from the moment they were targeted by Jiang Chen, their fates were already doomed.

The second anti-aircraft missile hit its target, and another Blackhawk crashed to the ground. Under the horror of all the mercenaries, the explosion sparked a fire in all directions…