I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Twenty to one.

Their disparity in numbers was even more evident in a confined space. Luo Xiaoyong originally thought that it would be easy to eradicate that T-3 Power Armor, but he faced the cruel reality. He did not even encounter it face to face before he already lost a team.

Very good, the current advantage is fifteen to one.

They still possessed an absolute advantage, but he was no longer as certain.

“What was the explosion just now?” A militia soldier glanced at the half-destroyed wall, still shaking from the explosion.

“The radiation value has risen sharply… Maybe they have blown up a nuclear fusion core? Or a tactical nuke.”

“Hell, NAC’s power armor all carry tactical nukes?” Another soldier cussed.

“Shut up and concentrate.” Luo Xiaoyong said, “Attention all team, disperse formation. Team B, use the safety tunnel to get above him. Team C, attack from the stairs in the hall and Team D, follow me.”

“ROGER!”

“MOVE!”

Luo Xiaoyong gestured forward, clenching his hands. He led the soldiers from the side and moved toward the stairs.

The P-series power armor was designed for police use with the ultimate purpose of maintaining security at protest sites. While its anti-armor capability was lackluster, it possessed the outstanding anti-personnel ability and light weapon protection ability.

In contrast, the T-2 was designed as an airborne power armor that required a high degree of maneuverability, hence sacrificed its armor thickness, which was significantly inferior to the P-series. Based on the T-2 power armor, the Sixth Street’s self-designed T-3 type also inherited this feature. This limitation was not improved until the T-4 type designed for surface combat.

Therefore, while the P-series was designed for police work, its combat ability was not inferior compared to the T-3 power armor.

Precisely because of this fact, Luo Xiaoyong was confident enough to surround Jiang Chen.

However, his subordinates were about to pay the price of their life for his self-confidence.

After receiving its order, Team B immediately started charging through the safety tunnel.

However, just as they were about to reach the seventieth floor, they made intimate contact with Jiang Chen’s cannon.

That’s right, cannon!

Jiang Chen, at the entrance of the safe tunnel, was holding a Type-50 electromagnetic pulse cannon four meters long!

The T-series power armor did have the function to attach an external cannon, but where did this cannon come from?!

The soldiers still on the stairs had no time to understand the situation before the electric energy filled in the capacitor was instantly released!

The anchoring device was activated, thus there was no need to aim. Jiang Chen directly fired the cannon at the power armor at the very front. The blinding electric arc instantly disappeared from the cannon as the 5kg shell instantly penetrated all four power armors like a skewer, and catapulted them out of the building along with the wall behind them.

Jiang Chen let go of the cannon in his hands and then fluidly pulled the tactical rifle wielded at his waist and fired at the lucky militia that managed to survive. But unfortunately, the armor of P-series was surprisingly thick as the bullets shredded the armor, but did not finish the soldier inside.

The soldier was dazzled by the bullets raining from above. He desperately clawed his way out of the building as he activated the descending device to escape.

Jiang Chen did not pursue him. He picked up a Type-50 electromagnetic pulse cannon from the ground and deactivated the anchoring device. He looked at the bottom of the stairs and murmured to himself.

“Is there still ten left?”

Judging by the loudness, the sound of the explosion should have already reached the other people and they should be here now.

Putting the Type-50 electromagnetic pulse cannon back into the storage dimension, Jiang Chen took out the tablet connected to the drone hive and set its attack path. Then he followed the way the militia came up and went down the safety tunnel.

“We lost contact with Team B.”

As five new red crosses appeared on the command interface, Luo Xiaoyong only felt an uncontrollable anger burning in his chest as he gnashed his teeth. He could not wait to tear Jiang Chen apart and feed him to the zombies to vent his hatred.

Those ten soldiers were his intimate comrades. They began to train together before the war and were selected into the Second Militia Group of Shangjing as a post-war reserve army in hibernation chambers.

They survived the zombie flood, resisted the nuclear winter, destroyed the mutants, and eliminated the cannibal tribes, but they ultimately fell here! A loss of this scale was unprecedented, and the Second Militia Group could not bear this kind of loss!

“This is Team C, we have successfully reached the target area… Fu*k! We’re under attack! It’s Reptile and Python drones! Damn, how does NAC have all these!?”

The Reptile drone was a well-known fire support platform for the Pan-Asia Army, and the Python drone was renowned as an attack drone that even NATO feared. And now eight of them, and countless Hummingbird drones were closing in on them!

It was easy to distinguish from the chaotic gunshots that Team C was in trouble.

“Team C, retreat!”

“Received, retreating… AHHHH—”

The communication tone was rudely cut off.

As he fixed his sight at the three red crosses that lost communication on the command interface, Luo Xiaoyong’s eyes were bloodshot and they widened in rage.

The militia in Team D cautiously watched their surroundings, on the alert for any possible shadows.

The team full of confidence now began to fear.

Yes, fear!

They did not understand the entire situation. They were chasing a T-3 power armor, at most a negligible girl, but now a tactical nuke exploded, an electromagnetic pulse cannon fired, and even Reptile and Python drones popped out of nowhere…

They did not know what was waiting for them.

However, what they knew was… they did not want to think.

Luo Xiaoyong’s anger was completely detonated.

So far, he did not even catch a glimpse of Jiang Chen and already half of his force had been wiped out.

“Fu*k you, you are a fu*king turtle. Are you not the NAC General? Anyone can hide!” Roaring into the empty hall, Luo Xiaoyong fired into the shadows, screaming in rage, “Come and fight me! I’ll only use one hand”

However, as he spoke, he heard footsteps from the side.

Then, a voice rang out.

“I just heard that you want to fight me?”

All eyes focused on the voice

From the shadow, it was Jiang Chen that made them suffer!

After reading what just happened, Luo Xiaoyong cursed.

“Fight your a**!”

He raised his tactical rifle and all five power armors pulled the trigger simultaneously.

Jiang Chen was already prepared as he activated his nitrogen armor calmly.

The turbulent air scattered, and the orange-yellow trajectories looked like broken toothpicks that were deflected to the side.

Jiang Chen let out a sigh as he saw the muzzles spitting bullets and examined the lacquered black armor illuminated by the fire.

“I knew it would end like this.”

As he finished his sentence, he pressed the button on the tablet…