Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 694: A taste of revenge.

Gasps ripped through the crowd. Wealthy elites who had been hiding in their armored cars poked their heads out, looking like startled gophers. Some people whispered about aliens finally revealing themselves. Others returned to their bunkers in fear that more mutants had arrived.

"It’s a mother ship." A man screamed. "I told you all, that they are here. I can see them up there, coming through holes in the sky."

"Shut up Looney tunes." Someone shouted.

Hades raised his brows. That was probably the only person in New Eden who knew what was truly going on. And they called him ’looney tunes!’ They thought he was crazy.

"What the hell is that?" Finch stammered, his tough-guy act evaporating.

"It’s an aircraft," Carson said, his voice dry. "It flies. Usually."

Samson Carter, the president’s security advisor, pushed to the front, his jaw practically hitting his shoes. "Where did you find that? Is it pre-war? Is it alien? Can we buy ten?"

"Yes, but we cannot give you the same model of course," Hades answered.

The Dragonfly hissed as it touched down, the landing gear crushing the pavement. A few rich onlookers tried to scramble closer to touch the shiny hull, but the Fortress Four squad stepped into their path. One look at the heavy weaponry the squad was carrying made the wealthy "VIPs" back up very quickly.

"Put up the sun!" Hades ordered.

"Yes sir," The engineers answered as they got tow work.

"Sun?" Finch asked.

Dr. Roy nodded, "I had to buy one sir, and we learnt how it operates. Half of the gold you gave me was spent on a single sun alone."

Within minutes, the sun was up and shining brightly.

"Oh God!" Finch murmured.

"Amazing, right?" Dr. Roy, asked, almost jumping like a kid. "They made this in their workshops."

"I need to visit this place." Finch murmured.

The side door of the dragon fly hissed open. Nusra and Janet stepped out, dragging a man between them. Caesar Rommel looked like he had been through a car wash filled with bricks. He was pale, shaking, and walking like his legs were made of wet cardboard.

The moment Caesar saw Finch, he stopped dead. He looked at the ground, probably hoping a sinkhole would open up and swallow him whole.

"Well, well," Finch said, walking toward him with a terrifyingly wide smile. "Look at the biggest traitor of all time. You look... broken, Caesar. I guess life as the new president didn’t suit you?" He laughed, "Tell me, how do you want me to kill you....old friend?"

Caesar shut his eyes tight. "Just make it quick, Finch. A bullet. Just one. For old times’ sake."

Finch laughed so hard he had to lean on his knees. "For old times’ sake? After what you did? How dare you ask me for a quick death? No, no. I’m going to give you the exact opposite. I’m going to chop you away piece by piece until there’s nothing left but a head in a jar. And you will watch as my pets eat your flesh."

"He’s already missing a few bits," Carson, piped up with a grin. "No fingers,and let’s just say he’s traveling light in the pants department."

Finch’s eyes lit up. "Truly? No penis or balls? Oh, this day just keeps getting better!" He turned to a guard. "My machete. Now."

A long, heavy blade was placed in Finch’s hand.

Caesar began to tremble so hard his teeth were clicking. "Finch, wait! We can talk! I’m useful and you know it! I know things that is why you need me; I can help you take over fortress four.... I have a plan already! I’ll be your dog! I’ll bark! Just don’t_"

Finch didn’t even let him finish the sentence. Only a fool would trust a snake twice. With a grunt of effort, he swung the blade. Caesar’s scream was cut short as he collapsed, holding a bleeding stump where his right hand used to be.

Hades winced.

Carson grinned.

"Drag him away," Finch spat, wiping the machete on his sleeve. "Put him in a solitary cell. Keep him alive. I want to spend at least a month finishing this."

As Caesar was dragged off, crying and pleading, Finch turned back to Hades. The greed in his eyes had been replaced by genuine gratitude. "You have no idea what you’ve given me today. I’ll repay this favor. I promise you."

Finch then noticed the crates being unloaded from the Dragonfly. He walked over to inspect them. Roy began to open the lids, acting like a proud shopkeeper.

"We bought these from Fortress Four," Roy explained. "Seeds that actually grow, medical supplies that aren’t expired and new types, oh... well, take a look."

Liana, Finch’s new wife, reached into a crate and pulled out a bar of chocolate. Her eyes went wide. "Is this... real? It’s not moldy. And these fruits... they’re fresh."

The wealthy onlookers started whispering. The greed in the air was thicker than the exhaust from the aircraft.

Samson Carter leaned into Finch’s ear. "Sir, you’re the President. If this Fortress Four has all this..., why are we trading? You have the title. We should just move there. Take it over. It’s for the good of the country."

Hades heard him. He didn’t even turn around. "There is no country, idiot. There are just people who can fight and people who can’t. We can. You can’t."

Roy jumped in, trying to keep the peace. "Mr. President, it’s safer to be allies. Trust me. You don’t want these people as enemies."

One of the rich men in a silk suit_ somehow still clean despite the apocalypse_ shouted, "Samson is right! Use the army, Mr. President! Take their territory!"

Finch hissed, "Silence!" He looked at the crowd, then at Hades, then at the blood on his machete. "These people brought me my greatest enemy. They showed me they value loyalty. I am not attacking Fortress Four. I’m not a moron and I plan to outlive the damn apocalypse. In case you haven’t noticed, there is no sun or moon. We are blind everywhere. How many of you want to risk leaving the base for war?"

Not a single person raised their hand.

Hades gave a small, approving nod. "Good choice. I hope that doesn’t change. Because what we did to those gorillas? We can do that to humans, too. And there are more weapons from where these came from."

Finch scoffed, amused by the threat. "I’m a man of my word, Hades Quinn. Samson, get the trade agreement ready."

"No need, I came prepared," Hades said.

Raydon stepped forward with a stack of papers. They spread them out on the hood of a nearby military car. Finch signed them with a flourish, and Hades added his own jagged signature.

"We’re done here," Hades said. He signaled to his team. "Back to the dragon fly."