Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 95 Trade Fire for Fluid

"What did you just say?"

Sophie pointed at the plastic bag and yelled, "You’re seriously trying to trade this for our water?"

The three men had just pulled out a bag filled with gold rings, necklaces, bracelets, some jade pieces, and a few watches.

Magnus felt like he was being mocked. If these three didn’t seem like decent folks, he would’ve kicked them off the truck already.

"I’ve got these for a food trade today. You in or not?" Magnus asked, dropping all politeness.

The three looked embarrassed and muttered under their breath. Isabel snapped, "Are you three joking? You tell me - what use do these things have now? If any of you can explain one damn use, I’ll speak for the captain - we’ll take your junk."

"They... they can be collected... can still be used for water trades..." the older man mumbled. The other two dropped their heads, clearly ashamed.

"Collected?" Isabel gaped. She pointed at him, mouth half open, then turned to Magnus in disbelief.

"Fine." Magnus held up a hand to calm her. He faced the trio and asked flatly, "So how much water do you think you can get for that bag?"

The older man stammered on, "We’ve got a lot of people... maybe... can we get one fire truck’s worth? Please?"

Magnus exhaled slowly, frustration brewing. He looked the three over and tried to keep his voice steady. "Put yourselves in our shoes. If we brought this garbage to your place and asked for a full truck of water, would you say yes?"

"Well... we... don’t have water..." the older man stuttered. He looked down, shame finally catching up.

"If you had water, would you trade it?" Magnus raised his voice.

"Of course! We definitely would!" the man responded with more confidence. From his tone, he clearly saw nothing wrong.

Magnus stared at him, speechless. Damn near laughed. But held back, rubbed his face in exasperation. Talking sense into them was pointless. He stood up. "Alright, I’m not wasting more time. You think this crap’s worth something, keep it. We’re not interested. Time to go. Off the truck. Now."

The trio hesitated, not moving. The younger man spoke up, panicked, "Dad! Let’s just trade! You want everyone to die of thirst?"

Their bizarre logic made Magnus pause. Isabel actually laughed in disbelief, "What the hell are you saying? Trade? You think we’re begging you? Are you guys for real?"

"Looks like it..." Sophie grumbled, clearly annoyed.

"No! That’s not it..." the young man waved his hands, trying to explain. "We do have something good... just my dad - "

"Neil!" the older man barked, cutting him off. The kid’s face turned red.

They had something better and chose to peddle this junk? Did they take him for a fool? Magnus had had enough. He stood up, voice sharp as a blade. "You’ve got one minute to get off. Or I’ll personally throw you off. Don’t test me."

The young man blurted, "Sir, listen to me. We really do have good stuff..."

Magnus cut him off coldly, "Don’t care what you got - I’m not trading. You won’t get a single drop of water from me!"

The clampdown was instant. All the women in the bus raised their guns, glaring. The three men’s faces went pale. The young man freaked out, yelling, "Wait, wait! We have gas canisters! We’ve got a whole gas station in the village we took over. Tons of full tanks! Can we trade those for water?"

Gas canisters?

Magnus’s brow twitched. Now that... was something. Inside the sleeper bus, those things meant hot meals on the go - no smoke, convenient as hell.

Sure, Ice Regiment’s bunkers had exhaust systems and power, but when they were out and moving, like now, hot food was a pain. With gas canisters, even if the driver was still on the road, they could eat on the move. That was a game-changer.

The son had spilled it all, and with their cover blown wide, the middle-aged man gave it up too. "Yeah, we got plenty of ’em. Three truckloads behind our convoy. But I’m telling you, they ain’t cheap. At least worth that fire truck full of water."

He was asking for the moon. Inside the bus, the women all turned to Magnus. He weighed it for a moment, then said calmly, "Forget my fire truck. That’s not happening. If you’re serious, here’s my offer - one full gas canister for 10 boxes of bottled water."

"Ten boxes? That’s it? That stuff’s cheap!" the man growled.

Sophie stood up, voice flat, "Two bucks a bottle, right? 24 per box, 48 dollars a box. Ten boxes is 480. You sure one measly gas canister is worth that much?"

The man stammered, stuck. A single canister, no way it added up to 480 dollars.

Magnus watched him, silent. If the guy had shown a little humility, maybe even whined a bit, he might’ve cut him some slack. But with that attitude? The price stood.

After a long pause, the man barked, "Final offer! One canister for 50 boxes of water. Take it or leave it!"

"Then leave," Magnus replied without blinking.

"You - !" The man shot up, words stuck in his throat.

"Pa!" the young man shouted, panicking. Their other companion stepped forward too, trying to smooth things over.

Just then, from outside the bus, heavy knocking. A female team member banged on the door. The driver opened it, and she rushed in. "Captain! Another convoy just rolled in!"

Another batch of survivors? Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Let’s go take a look."

"They’re just decoys! I bet this is all a setup! We’re out! Let’s see how well they act now!" the man shouted, fuming.

Isabel scoffed. "If we wanted to scam you, we would’ve just taken your stuff by force."

Magnus grabbed his gear and stepped outside. Caroline jogged over, handed him a pair of binoculars, and pointed. "Captain, over there..."

Following her finger, Magnus squinted through the lens. What he saw made him narrow his eyes. East of the city... A big survivor team was closing in. He hadn’t expected that.