After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 568

Chapter 568: Status of the Rongo Estate (Part 2)
Instead, they just relaxedly stretched their arms, looking around and seeing the previously bustling estate completely empty. “Are we the only ones left here?”

“Nah, there should still be a couple of people inside,” the other said. “The enemy is just a village, after all.”

“I think they still moved too many of us,” Mercenary #1 said in distaste.

They heard that the enemies had yet to show up. He thought it was an overkill to get almost everyone moving.

More accurately, it’s offensive to make everyone from the Mercenary team—one that generally mobilized in towns—move for a mere village. Even if there were only a few of them here, it didn’t mean they were less than their companions currently in towns.

The other shrugged. “Must be fun to go massacre outside.” How could they have so much fun, if the people here weren’t so weak? In towns, they still had to walk on eggshells! Here, they can do whatever they want!

Mercenary #1 looked at him. “You really wanna join?”

“I’m kidding,” he laughed. Who wanted extra work when they can have fun just ‘watching the base’? “Let’s just go have fun with the ladies~”

Hearing this Victor and the others had the urge to just attack and kill.

The men immediately turned, one even with his weapon out, narrowing their eyes in a direction. “Did you sense that?”

“What?”

“I swear I felt violent energy.”

“It’s just you being horny.”

The man’s eyebrows rose. “Ah, you think so?”

And they turned, looking forward to another fun night with the pretty ladies.

Victor and the others gritted their teeth as they watched the two mercenaries leave, feeling heavy and finding it extremely difficult to hold themselves back.

The main goal here was, naturally, for them to help out the victims trapped in the place. The job was especially fitting for them to do as they had been staying in the territory for a long time and may even know of the victims.

It was not the time to rescue directly because they didn’t know exactly how many enemies there were and, from the mercenaries’ conversation, they definitely still had a few companions inside.

The only thing they knew for certain was that the location of the women’s dorm was at the edge—passing through various modules to get there. Without knowing how they’d get mobbed, it would be foolish to barrel forward—no matter how much they wanted to.

They no longer had paralysis or smoke bombs, and they definitely wouldn’t have much effect if the enemy was strong.

Putting aside the fact that the two mercenaries they saw were also higher in level than the previous ones, what if there were people beyond the level cap within the area? Those people might not be able to attack the trespassers, but they could definitely stop whatever plans of rescue they had.

It was simply too risky.

Even if there weren’t, if they went to the women first, the chaos would be much bigger and the enemies could even capture hostages. It was best to weaken the enemy before they rescued the women.

But… what would the women suffer in the meantime? They couldn’t guarantee how long they’d take—

“I’ll distract them,” Amos said, “At least delay their access to the women.”

“What?”

“I… I used to run and hide a lot growing up,” he said, “And I’m not as strong as you guys.”

The soldiers looked admiringly at the young man. This was a risky endeavor, but they knew it was the best course of action.

The boy didn’t wait anymore nor could they stop him. He immediately emerged from their hiding spot.

“WHERE’S MY SISTER!!!” he bellowed, eyes red from anger.

This made the men turn, shocked. “Oi! You—”

The soldiers watched as the young man ran away in the opposite direction, extremely fast, and was quickly followed up by the two men five levels stronger than he was.

Victor and the others immediately went to work, their hearts only praying the boy ran fast enough.

“Let’s go purge their personnel there and take the women,” Victor said, quietly so only they could hear. The others nodded in agreement, completely ready to fight.

They entered the interior of the halls and checked room to room. They had the shieldsmen in front and at the back, with the archers ready to shoot whoever appeared. There were unsurprisingly not many guards, but it wasn’t that there wasn’t—at least after a couple of rooms.

Keeping someone in those rooms meant there was also something or someone important inside. Victor made a signal for everyone to stop. They immediately stepped back when the man looked. Holding his weapon out, he walked over to check.

He did not expect a shield to suddenly appear in front of him, with a few weapons immediately taking his life the very next moment.

This man was relatively weak at level 10, and when they checked the room he was guarding, they saw it was some resources. Some of them were a little familiar.

“These are Alteran products,” Benny said, being one of the people who focused more on what Drake and the others brought in. “They probably got it from Bright.” It was obvious that the mercenary team took importance of these things.

They didn’t stay long, of course, immediately moving to the next areas. They quickly traversed the hallways, ready to defend and attack. Realizing there weren’t many, they favored speed over stealth, attracting the few remaining men in there.

At some point, they ended up in front of the damaged weapons storage room.

They went past the smoking room that had been destroyed by the bomb. Victor looked at Benny, who had been stationed outside before everything happened. “The weapons were all taken care of?”

Benny nodded, “It’s entirely smooth. Miss Juni really helped a lot.” After all, without her figuring out where the weapons were and giving them access, their mission in this area would’ve been a lot harder.

“The actress?” Victor asked, pondering. He had heard that there was a new woman—a very famous actress—beside Fargo. Was that her? So she was an Alteran spy?

“Bombs, huh?”

Their group wasn’t given explosive bombs and, while it probably wasn’t as big as the bombs in Terran, they could see their damage was still not small.

“The more I know about Altera, the more impressed I am,” Ken couldn’t help but whisper as they gestured to go to the next place to clear.

At this, Rasso couldn’t help but look back at the damage with particularly hopeful eyes.

“When this war ends, we’ll be sure to get your son,” Ken said, patting his shoulder.

Rasso’s eyes watered at this. They had been trying to get to the slaves, but after several strategies they found out it’d more likely risk the slaves’ lives instead.

The best strategy was to end the war as soon as possible.

His son had always been his only family since his wife died in childbirth. He would die if he lost that boy.

Thinking of their reunion was the main thing that was keeping his sanity. That, and…

He paused as a pretty face entered his mind, his eyes warming up unconsciously.

The group continued to clear the area, making sure there would be no surprise attacks when they rescued the women.

As expected and fortunately, not a lot of men remained at the base. After all, there was a war going on and the guns were already destroyed anyway, so there was no point in keeping too many guards in here.

After traversing the area for a few minutes, they only encountered a handful—all of which were handled skillfully by their group. The strongest one they encountered so far was a level 13 mercenary who was guarding what was probably the boss’ room. That was to say, Belize’s.

Further, judging by how he held on to his sword and the special aura, this person had the profession of swordsman—which wasn’t something every mercenary had.

This was a pretty strong man to guard a room, and they didn’t hold back with their attacks this time, with the elementalists even using some mana to deal with him.

“WHAT!” The man yelled, “WE’RE BEING ATTACKED!” He screamed as he defended himself, but was shocked to see no one was coming.

Someone was quick to cover his mouth with a dirty rag (due to lack of clothing, everyone had a lot of dirty rags which were their old clothes) that muffled his voice.

The mercenary’s hands couldn’t be freed to take it out because he was too busy defending himself.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

Anyway, even if the Aborigine was a few levels stronger and had a profession, how could he go against a small mob of skilled soldiers?

Suffice to say, he succumbed after some time, with a few soldiers gaining a few minor wounds, but fortunately nothing serious.

A few guards stayed outside the room to see if there was anyone attracted by their fight, while Victor, Rasso, and a few others checked what was worth guarding in the room.

It was a corner room that had better furniture than others. They looked around to clear, and their hearts stopped when they saw a half-naked woman tied to the bed!

They gasped when they saw who it was.”Doctor Wais!”

Rasso was especially pale, immediately running to her. “JULIET!!”