My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 871

Chapter 871: Chapter 871 When The Dam Broke

"Sorry to burst your bubble, old man," Rose said with a shrug, flashing the soldiers a playful, almost mocking smile. "But we only provide supplies to decent people. We don’t take kindly to intimidation tactics, especially when someone tries to rob us of the supplies we worked hard to secure."

The platoon captain winced in pain, gritting his teeth as one of his men stuffed a cloth into the deep wound on his leg to slow the bleeding. It felt like his flesh was being torn open all over again. With effort, he was hauled upright by two of his soldiers, standing on one leg as he faced Rose and Fred.

"We didn’t come to rob you, ma’am," he said, voice strained. "We were ordered to seek help from the Minister of Defense. There are too many people in the Capital, too many mouths to feed. Civilians are starving. Dying. We need those supplies."

"Sorry for the late introduction," Rose began, her tone even but firm. "I’m Rose Brigget, Special Agent from Division 1. This is Fred Archer, a former S.W.A.T. operative. We’re both captains of this squad, as you can see."

She didn’t hesitate to reveal her former role in the government. Establishing that connection might serve as a bridge, a way to reason with them. After all, saving good people wasn’t against their mission. Kisha never said they had to kill everyone, only that they needed to let the rotten ones turn on each other and bring back the valuable ones. The bad seeds had to be rooted out. But one thing was clear: the Commander General had to stay alive for interrogation.

"As for your request," Rose continued, her eyes narrowing slightly, "I doubt the lower-ranking soldiers were told the whole truth. But let’s be honest, your superiors didn’t come here to ask for help. They came to take what they wanted. They’ve been trying to bleed us dry, demanding so-called taxes in the form of supplies, leaving us with barely enough to keep this base alive."

She took a step forward, her voice rising with restrained fury.

"We don’t even know how many survivors you have left in the Capital Base, but here, we’re sheltering over five thousand people. Their survival depends on us, on these supplies we risked our lives to gather and protect. Our City Lord has no issue helping others, but your leaders should act with decency, not like daylight thieves, stealing what isn’t theirs and even demanding future supply pick-ups as if we’re some kind of distribution center. Is that reasonable to you?"

Her gaze shifted to the Commander General, sharp and unforgiving. "We sow the seeds, so basically, we should be the ones harvesting them. But your men act like pigs and want to eat them."

That last word struck a nerve.

The Commander General’s composure snapped. Enraged, he reached for his pistol, but before he could lift it, a dagger whistled through the air and buried itself in his hand. With a shout of pain, he dropped the weapon, blood dripping from his clenched fingers.

Rose didn’t even blink.

If he thought Kisha was the only one to be afraid of, then he was sorely mistaken.

Rose was just as fierce, maybe even more so, when it came to dealing with arrogant fools. She had no patience for people who acted high and mighty without knowing their place. But what she hated even more than that was corruption. Especially when it came from those who had once sworn to serve the people.

She may have come from a different branch of the government, but their mission was supposed to be the same: to protect and serve. Watching people twist that oath into a weapon for greed and exploitation made her blood boil. Hopefully, some of the soldiers in front of her still had a conscience and enough backbone to make the right choice before things went too far.

On the other side, Rakan leaned casually against the hood of a rusted-out car, the image of a reformed gangster slipping back into old habits. He crossed one leg over the other, lit a cigarette, and exhaled slowly, unbothered by the tension crackling in the air. His old crewmen who had followed him from Port City to City B flanked him, forming a tight circle just like the old days. One lit his cigarette for him without a word.

Meanwhile, the warriors from the Academy formed a barrier, surrounding the soldiers with grim, unblinking stares. Their presence was like a storm on the edge of breaking, silent, but impossible to ignore. A few of the military officers shifted nervously, their assault rifles still trained on the warriors, though their hands had begun to tremble ever so slightly.

The message was clear: one wrong move, and things would spiral out of control.

"Listen here, Mr. Military Man," Rakan said with a smirk, his tone calm but laced with threat. "I used to be a Mafia boss, I don’t flinch at the sight of a few guns. I’ve taken lives without blinking, so don’t go testing my patience."

He exhaled slowly, sending a smoke ring drifting above him before continuing, voice smooth but sharp like a blade.

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