I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Chapter 1211-1220

1211 The End Of The Chaos

Wan Peng stumbled into Line 0.

When he held the gear-like door, Wan Peng was on his knees and gasped for air. He was glad to be alive.

Just a moment ago, power armors in an organized formation whizzed by him. There was a pungent bloody smell lingering around the power armors. From their deadly aura, they had clearly just experienced a bloodbath.

He did not dare to make a noise as he hid in the shadows. He waited for the earth-trembling noise to disappear before he slipped out from the cracks of the wall.

Fortunately, those power armors passed by quickly, or he could not have escaped.

"FU*K! It didn't feel like anything when I came down, but it's tiring."

He cussed out and wiped the sweat from his neck as he began to move toward Line 2.

He lost.

Whether it was the treasure in Line 0 or everything on Pingan Street. They already lost all the chips in this game.

In fact, as soon as the Russians appeared, Wan Peng already recognized this.

When the Shangjing Survivors Alliance was sandwiched by the two forces, regardless who the victor of this battle royale was, it would not be Shangjing Survivors Alliance on the verge of complete collapse.

However, Ding Liwei apparently did not see this. Until the last moment, he still counted on Wan Peng to play the last trump card to help him turn the defeat into victory, but he did not know that from the moment he jumped off the building and commanded the battle, Manager Wan had already escaped.

When Wan Peng thought of Ding Liwei, he felt sorry for him.

If Ding Liwei was not so obsessed, this would not be the end of him. With more than 70 power armors, even if he lost control of Pingan Street, where else could the Second Militia not go other than Wanghai in the south?

Wan Peng shook his head before he walked along the tunnel and headed in the opposite direction of Line 27.

Pingan Street was no longer safe.

Not surprisingly, NAC already took over the city's defense. If he returned the same way, there would only be one ending waiting for him. Even if the NAC did not do anything, the people desperate to show their loyalty to the NAC and the survivors trapped in Pingan Street would shred him to pieces.

He still left some equipment and people at his old site, the Sunday's Club; some more Men in Black under his order that he had kept below the surface. He couldn't stay in Shangjing anymore. He could only head southeast and avoid NAC's territory.

The area was under sphere of influence of the Southern Surviviors. While those survivors feared the NAC, they were not under the NAC's control. The relatively developed state meant that he could potentially rise again under a different name.

However, at this moment, a glimmer of silver light flashed.

Without time to react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He snorted in pain and collapsed on the ground as he held onto his chest.

He took a needle out.

However, before he could stab the needle into his own chest, another glimmer of silver light appeared and blood sprinkled from his wrist.

"AHHHHH!"

The screams of heartbreak resounded through the tunnel, and Wan Peng looked at his broken hand in distorted pain.