Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 22: Encounter at City B

Ruel settled into the pilot's seat, his hands gripping the controls.

The holographic displays shifted, providing him with a first-person view of the surrounding city.

It was a disorienting but exhilarating experience.

Mei Feng stood beside him, her initial apprehension replaced by a growing sense of excitement.

"You got this, Ruel?" she asked, her eyes scanning the intricate array of controls.

Ruel winked. "Please. I've played enough video games to know how to drive a... giant futuristic RV."

He took a deep breath, his focus sharpening. "Here we go."

With a gentle touch, he engaged the propulsion system.

The RV Battleship hummed to life, but no thrumming that vibrates the vehicle.

So it began to move, gliding smoothly through the ruined streets.

"Whoa, this is... smooth," Mei Feng exclaimed, her eyes widening as they navigated the debris-strewn landscape. "It's like floating."

Ruel grinned, expertly maneuvering the massive vehicle around obstacles. "Told ya. This thing is a masterpiece."

He steered them away from the city, leaving the carnage and the lingering threat behind.

"So," Mei Feng said, leaning back in her seat, a sense of relief washing over her, "where are we headed?"

Ruel glanced at the holographic map, his expression thoughtful. "I'm not entirely sure yet. But somewhere... better." He pointed towards a less densely populated area on the map, a place that looked like it might have some resources. "How about we check out that way?"

Mei Feng nodded, a hopeful smile gracing her lips. "Sounds good to me. Anywhere is better than here."

And so, with Ruel at the helm, they embarked on their journey, the RV Battleship gliding towards an uncertain future, carrying with it the promise of a new beginning.

- Meanwhile -

As Ruel and Mei Feng journeyed towards their unknown destination, unaware of the turmoil brewing elsewhere,

a city named "City B" was teetering on the brink of chaos.

City B housed a relatively large survivor base, a beacon of order in the post-apocalyptic landscape.

The base was under the firm control of a man known only as "Qingdi".

He commanded a formidable force: hundreds of armed men, wielding everything from pistols and rifles to more terrifying weapons like swords, grenades, and even a salvaged missile launcher.

These were his enforcers, his muscle, ensuring his rule was absolute.

The base also housed around 500 common workers, the backbone of the community, performing essential tasks to keep the settlement functioning.

Life under The Boss was harsh but stable, a fragile balance maintained by his iron fist. Then, one day, everything changed.

"Boss's... he's gone," a grizzled man with a haunted look in his eyes reported, his voice thick with grief. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"The expedition... something went wrong. A horde... bigger than anything we've seen... and a fall. He's paralyzed... and in a coma."

The Boss's most loyal follower, a man named Marcus, had managed to bring him back, a desperate journey fraught with peril.

He was the only one who knew the secret route.

The Boss's wife, a woman named Anya, upon seeing her husband's broken body, collapsed, her wails echoing through the makeshift medical bay.

"No! No, this can't be happening! He can't leave me... he can't..." Her face, usually a mask of stoic resolve, was now contorted with anguish.

The base was thrown into disarray. The fragile order The Boss had maintained was crumbling.

It was decided, in a tense and uncertain gathering of the leadership, that Anya would take charge, at least until her husband recovered.

"I will do my best," Anya declared, her voice trembling slightly, "to lead this community as he would have wanted. But I need your support. All of you."

But her words fell on increasingly deaf ears.

Only months had passed, but the situation within the base was deteriorating rapidly.

Without The Boss's firm hand, factions began to emerge, their discontent simmering beneath the surface.

"She's too soft," some whispered, their voices laced with resentment. "She doesn't have the strength to control them."

"We need a strong leader," others argued, their eyes gleaming with ambition. "Someone who can make the tough decisions."

Small conflicts erupted: a dispute over resources, a power struggle between different armed groups, a challenge to Anya's authority.

Each incident chipped away at the base's stability, pushing it closer to the edge of collapse.

Anya found herself caught in a desperate bind.

She could only wait, her days a torturous cycle of visiting her comatose husband,

hoping for a miracle, and trying to hold together a community that was slowly tearing itself apart.

The weight of responsibility pressed down on her, the fear of losing everything - her husband, her community, her life - a constant, gnawing presence.

She was a woman on the precipice, facing an impossible choice: cling to a fading hope, or watch her world crumble around her.

-

As Ruel expertly maneuvered the RV Battleship, the landscape began to change, indicating they were approaching a more populated area.

"Looks like we're getting close to... according to the map, City B," he announced, glancing at the holographic display.

Mei Feng, who had been scanning the horizon, suddenly tensed. "Ruel, look!" she exclaimed, pointing ahead.

Ruel's eyes got curious as he saw them.

A convoy of vehicles was approaching from the opposite direction.

Not a scattered group of survivors, but a coordinated force:

a dozen or more RVs and Humvees, heavily modified and bristling with makeshift armor and weaponry.

"What the...?" Ruel muttered, slowing the RV Battleship. "Who are these guys?"

The convoy showed no signs of slowing down.

As they got closer, it became clear they were heading straight for the RV Battleship.

The vehicles spread out, forming a semi-circle, effectively blocking the road ahead.

"They're surrounding us," Mei Feng said, her voice tight with apprehension. "They're trying to cut us off."

Ruel's jaw tightened. He gripped the controls, his earlier confidence hardening into a steely resolve. "Alright, hold on. This is about to get interesting."

The convoy came to a halt, the engines of the modified vehicles rumbling menacingly.

Several figures emerged from the lead RVs, their postures aggressive and their faces hard.

They were heavily armed, carrying rifles and other weapons, their expressions a mix of arrogance and predatory hunger.

One man, who seemed to be the leader, stepped forward, his voice amplified by a makeshift loudspeaker.

"Whoever's inside that... that thing! Come out! This is our territory, and that RV... that RV will be ours!"

He gestured expansively to the RV, a clear attempt at intimidation. "You don't want any trouble. Just hand it over, and maybe we'll let you walk away."

Okay, here's the scene where Ruel responds to the group from Eagle Base and takes decisive action:

Ruel, hearing the amplified voice from outside, calmly activated the RV Battleship's external communication system.

His voice boomed out from the vehicle's speakers, clear and strong. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone neutral but firm.

The same man from before responded, his voice laced with arrogance.

"We're from Eagle Base. We run this city. You don't want any trouble with us. Just get out of that thing and turn around. Go back to wherever you came from."

Ruel leaned forward, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. "Eagle Base, huh? So, how many of you are there?" he inquired, his voice deceptively casual.

The man puffed out his chest, clearly relishing the opportunity to intimidate.

"We got a hundred armed men, packing machine guns, rifles, the works."

"And another five hundred ready to go if things get hairy. We're well-equipped, well-organized. You're outmatched."

Ruel paused for a moment, letting the information sink in.

Then, a cold, predatory smile spread across his face. "Oh, well... you know what? Fuck you!!!."

Before the man could even react, Ruel slammed the accelerator.

The RV Battleship roared to life, its powerful engines unleashing a torrent of energy.

The vehicle surged forward, a behemoth of metal and fury, and Ruel was in complete control.

He didn't stop. He didn't hesitate. He didn't swerve. He attacked.

The RV Battleship became a weapon, a juggernaut of destruction.

Ruel drove with a skill and ferocity that seemed almost inhuman.

He drifted, sliding the massive vehicle with impossible precision, sending sparks flying and metal screeching.

He jumped, the RV launching into the air, clearing obstacles and crushing vehicles beneath its weight.

He rammed, plowing through the convoy with brutal force, sending RVs and Humvees flying like toys.

The men from Eagle Base didn't stand a chance.

Their bravado turned to terror as the monstrous RV Battleship bore down on them.

Their weapons were useless against its armored plating.

"aaah help... help me..."Their screams were drowned out by the roar of the engine and the crunch of metal.

Ruel showed no mercy.

He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of destruction, and he left no one alive.

The road behind him was a scene of utter devastation, a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered bodies.

Mei Feng, initially stunned by Ruel's sudden and violent outburst, watched in a mixture of horror and awe.

The sheer power and ruthlessness he displayed were terrifying, yet also... strangely compelling.

When it was over, the dust settled, and the silence returned, broken only by the crackling of burning wreckage.

Ruel brought the RV Battleship to a halt, his eyes blazing with a cold, hard light.

He had sent a message, a brutal and undeniable message: "don't cross me BITCHES!!".