Apocalypse: I Chose Apocalypse After My Sister Was Murdered - Chapter 27

Chapter 27 The Doomsday Emperor

After the large box of supplies was moved into the innermost part, the light there became a little brighter.

A steel throne was the most eye-catching in the hall. Although the throne was made of steel, one could see that the throne was covered in expensive fur, and many gold and silver jewelry were hanging on it.

The person sitting on the seat was a muscular man who was about two meters tall. The black tattoos on his body looked extraordinary.

He was the leader of the Bloodblade Survivor Base, Peeps.

He nodded in satisfaction.

His eyes were filled with pride.

This was his empire!

In this doomsday city, he was the only one who could organize such a large survival base.

It was different from the other bases that needed to be moved.

He had resources from the outside, including guns and food.

In the past three years, not only did the location of the Bloodblade base not change, but it had also continuously strengthened its defenses. Now, it was even stronger than many ordinary military bases.

The zombies around the Bloodblade base had also been cleaned up. However, the people in the base liked to drive further away to kill zombies.

This was a special kind of hunting.

Under Peeps were six other leaders, and they were the real power figures of the Bloodblade base.

After seeing the large box in the hall, everyone, including Peeps’ men, smiled. Every time the resources were transported, the Bloodblade base would become stronger.

How could they not be excited?

At this moment, the few of them were also looking at the supplies and discussing among themselves.

“Boss, what did you get this time? I used a few grenades as firecrackers last time. Do you have any more this time? Give me a few more.”

“You didn’t give us a few more powerful guns. We’ve already broken the old ones.”

“Why didn’t you send us a beauty? The b*tches we raised have stopped struggling and lost their fun.”

“Same old habit. I want all the sniper rifle bullets.”

“I say, Fifth Brother, don’t you have any other pursuits? You only know how to play with sniper rifles. Don’t you enjoy playing with women?”

“Let me see. There are a lot of things this time, right? Are there any new missions?”

“Doomsday? How is this doomsday? I think the Emperor is about the same as us.”

“I really don’t know what the other survivors are thinking. Isn’t it good to come to our Bloodblade base? As long as they sacrifice morality, won’t they have everything?”

A few people on the chairs were discussing, and the entire hall was a little noisy.

Since the apocalypse had arrived, they were the emperors of Kerry City. Everyone’s tone was a little presumptuous.

“Second Brother, take a look and see if there’s any news!”

Peeps’ expression was the first to return to normal as he looked at the man closest to his seat.

The man looked very weak and was holding a tablet in his hand.

He was the second brother, Ryder. He was in charge of the communication and planning of the Bloodblade base.

Ryder raised his head when he heard Peeps’ words. He had been in contact with Johansson just now and had already received the mission.

“Boss, Young Master Johansson asked us to put on a show in two days.”

“He said that there will be a live broadcast on drones. He wants us to show the violent side of the survivors. It would be best if we attack other survival bases and cause a zombie wave at the same time. We will do it the way we threaten people.”

“A few days ago, the wall was blown up by other survivors, and it caused quite a stir. Now, the people of the Sky Capital Alliance are demanding to strengthen the defense, and they want drones to broadcast the situation in Kerry City. This is basically what the higher-ups want.”

“He probably wants to scare off the group of little bugs outside so that we can kill the chicken to warn the monkeys.”

Ryder told them the information he had received and provided his own judgment.

Every time supplies were sent over, it was a transaction. Everyone was used to it.

“Showing our violent side? Young Master Johansson, do you think we’re not violent enough?” “I’m dying of laughter. Is there a need for a performance?” “I’ve always wanted to attack other survival bases. It’s time to change servants, and even the b*tch, Belle.”

“Hahaha, acting violent! This is the funniest joke I’ve heard this year.”

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Ryder’s words made the others burst into laughter.

In Kerry City, other than zombies, they were the most brutal representatives. Now that Johansson wanted them to act like they were brutal, he was really looking down on them.