Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 239

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 239

Side story 10. New house

“Jeong-gyeom!”

It was James' voice.

News that the crosshairs have been completed.

I followed James to Incheon Airport, joined Cooper, and walked together to the airport runway.

“It’s done······. This is it.”

Cooper pointed with both arms at a large crosshair. He had just placed it on the runway here for modification.

Even though the work was finished, it was difficult to find any significant changes on the outside.

“······Has it changed?”

“It has changed tremendously.”

Chukung!

Wheeeeeeeeeeee······.

Cooper beeped the remote.

Then the side opened completely and the stairs came down smoothly.

It was the so-called 'VIP staircase' that you only see on the news.

'What are you doing all this······.'

Certainly, it was a feature that did not exist before.

Because the crosshairs were just large transport ships with ample cargo space.

As they walked toward the stairs, Cooper pointed to the engine room located on the lower part of the fuselage.

“I used ideological raw materials. It’s a method of storing the direction of ideology on energy plate panels······ It’s safe to say that the fuel tank itself is semi-permanent. It will definitely be able to be used for a long time.”

It was everyone's collaborative work.

Brock had stabilized the ship with reinforcing stones, James had re-engineered the engine to accommodate the new power, and Cooper had painted horsepower circuits throughout the hull.

Even though the performance was already several times superior to that of existing crosshairs, Cooper's explanation did not stop.

“It’s equipped with an automatic navigation device. It can go back and forth without a driver.”

There's no need to make Lee Yong-soo suffer any longer.

However, since the number of aircraft would soon increase to tens or hundreds and they would be used as passenger aircraft, the size was no longer large enough to handle the number of users.

"and······."

“Again?”

I thought I was already amazed enough, but it wasn't over yet.

After entering the hull, my eyes were literally wide open.

'What is all this?'

A modern design lounge and cocktail bar caught my eye.

The storage room next to the bar was filled with all sorts of food items, and it was said that it had a life support device using the World Tree, which almost completely prevented the ingredients from spoiling.

The bathroom and toilet were no exception.

There were six bathrooms, and the huge bathtub gushed out hot massage water.

Having everything you need for survival and living.

But as if that wasn't enough, this time James started whining.

“Oh, Jeong-gyeom. What are you going to do if you stay alive? The main event starts now.”

Beyond surviving, enjoying more than that.

As expected, the space introduced afterwards was a facility that was far from being suitable for survival.

There were various machines placed there.

There was a beer machine, a popcorn machine, and even a wine cellar. On one side, a dark room was lit up with colorful neon lights, and as expected, five large monitors were installed facing each other.

Ten computers are set up to allow for 5-on-5 gaming.

'This is a total mess.'

As we went downstairs, a billiards hall and a bowling alley appeared one after another.

Next to it was a separate area, with soft 'ㄷ' shaped sofas arranged at regular intervals along the long space.

In one of them, someone suddenly sat up.

“Ah, this is the way of life!”

'When did he come in again?'

It was my older sister, Kim Sol, who was so embarrassing that I couldn't show her anywhere.

Judging from the cup ramen piled up next to the cushion, it looks like it's been there all along.

Now that I look, there was a beam projector installed on the ceiling, and Kim Sol was playing a game in real time in front of the sofa.

Cooper stroked his nose as if embarrassed.

“Oh, I asked for advice from Ms. Kim Sol about this space. I think the CEO would really, really like it… What do you think, what do you think?”

It was clear that that bastard had sold my name to satisfy his own greed.

Behind him was a long row of bookshelves, surprisingly filled with all sorts of video game software.

'······Where on earth did you get something like this?'

It's not the item that was in the logistics center.

Of course there were quite a few game CDs, but not this many.

Then someone suddenly sat up on the other sofa.

“I heard they found a broken game store.”

“When did Yongsu come again?”

“I was just trying to look into the cockpit, haha······.”

The sofa where Lee Yong-soo was sitting had another setting applied.

From racing wheels, gears, luxurious pedals and motion simulation chairs.

I understand its purpose, but its appearance is still unusual.

“Mr. James, you put in some effort.”

“Hehehe, you made it very realistic.”

James chuckled.

There was no part of the device that hadn't been touched, from hardware to motion sensors. And as expected, a racing game that everyone knew was running on the screen.

Kim Sol-i is the one who caused Yoo-jeong's father, who was once a healthy person, to fall into the pit of game addiction.

Whether she knew it or not, Kim Sol picked her nose and boasted about her own achievements.

“This is the ark. A sublime sanctuary that leaves behind to mankind the existence of such a game…”

“······.”

This is the completed crosshair.

Most of the materials were brought from the logistics center, but there were also quite a few that weren't there.

Each with their own thoughts, they have unearthed different heritages from the ruins.

Although it boasted that it had everything in the world, the logistics center still needed to be expanded further.

Of course, that doesn't mean I wasn't worried.

This crosshair was supposed to be used as nothing other than a passenger aircraft.

“Is it okay to make it like this?”

It is a huge crosshair that is made up of four layers.

With the facility set up like this, it will be difficult to carry even 50 people.

Come to think of it, there were only about twenty beds in the bedroom.

Cooper reassured me, as if telling me not to worry.

“This is CEO Jeong Gyeom’s private plane. Of course, it was modified to have a different structure than a passenger plane. Of course, it is also luxurious enough.”

“Oh, I see.”

I just happened to have shipped out several units.

One of them was converted into a private jet instead of a passenger plane. Only then did a sense of relief set in.

'Well, if it's a private jet, I guess it's okay to put a lot of things in it.'

I'm not the type to like special treatment, but I decided to give it a go this time.

My subspace that will soon disappear.

This will be a great consolation to him.

***

CLANG!

CLANG!

Thud thud!

The sound of wagon wheels and hammers could be heard everywhere. The station installation work was progressing smoothly.

Construction is being carried out simultaneously in four locations: Earth, Rethel, Veronica, and the Portal Management Agency.

Among them, the facility of the management office where the 'supermarket' will be built was the largest, and it was decided to increase its size by completing it sequentially starting with the important parts.

Crunch!

We also selected personnel to manage this.

Knights and martial artists volunteered for this, and it was decided to replicate and distribute the pistols, swords, and black long coats used by knights.

Like the Videl tribe before, the role is to provide emergency support when help is urgently needed.

The sight of the 'airport guards' moving around with bayonets and long coats fluttering was quite realistic.

and······.

“Well then, shall we go in?”

Everyone is busy these days.

I had my own things to do.

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I entered straight into subspace.

As if time had stopped, the outside reflected in the mirror was pale and frozen once again.

“I’ve roughly established the framework, but······.”

The logistics center is fully equipped.

I don't know the systematic part, but the more complex the equipment, the more it is shipped in bulk.

Fortunately, Pax was involved, and all the equipment that had been taken out were linked together and moved organically.

Now all that remains is to fill the empty shelves.

The logistics center facilities have been moved intact, but the contents have not been filled yet.

In other words, the task of 'getting on and off the train from hell' remained.

I grumbled into the air, as if I was annoyed.

“Hey Pax, I’ll show you the power of human craftsmanship.”

I was the one who cursed Pax for not having affection for him.

What will he think of me now that I miss his convenience?

Of course, it wasn't done entirely by hand, and <tracking delivery> was used appropriately.

"shipment."

Swoosh!

Dulkudung!

But since there was no Pax, I had to roughly guess the coordinates and designate them.

It would be fortunate if it was able to score in one go like it is now, but there were also many cases where it missed and poured down in a torrent.

When I came to, I was holding my knees and gasping for breath.

“When will I ever finish this······.”

I must have worked nonstop for five or six hours, but I think I only finished about 1 percent of it.

The only good thing is that time doesn't pass outside.

The time that no one knew about was inherent in this very thing.

Sizzle.

I took out a chocolate bar and chewed it.

I drank some cool water while enjoying the sweet and crunchy texture.

“Mr. Kim, get to work.”

I pulled myself up by talking to myself in vain.

***

A week, a month?

How much time has passed?

It is a subspace without day or night, just placed under a pure white background.

It's been a long time since I gave up on even guessing the time.

Now, the time is set based on the completion level of the logistics center.

“Is it about 80-90 percent now?”

At first, sleeping was quite a struggle.

It's never easy to sleep alone in an empty, quiet place.

It got a little better thanks to the AGV robots moving busily, but I was overcome by loneliness and fear every time I closed my eyes.

Even though I did everything I could, including putting goose down on an expensive cervical pillow and an electric blanket, I would always wake up tossing and turning in bed with swollen eyes.

'That's an old story.'

But I'm pretty used to it now.

The towel I had taken off my neck was already soaking wet with sweat.

The electricity was coming in, but strangely, the water wasn't coming out, so I took a shower by supplying and retrieving the water myself.

Hurrrup!

I also boiled ramen and ate it.

In fact, I could easily cook complicated dishes if I put my mind to it, but strangely, I kept eating only simple foods.

It was said that it was better to eat fancy food when there was someone around, and it was possible that loneliness was causing me to act in an unnecessary way.

“Ah, this is hard.”

Infinite boarding and disembarking in the room of spirit and time.

One day, I was putting a 4-liter bottle of shampoo on the shelf for daily necessities.

“Huh?”

Wheeeeeeing.

The AGV robot moved towards the mirror.

Then he tilted the shelf and pushed one of the items it was carrying outside the mirror.

A phenomenon I've never seen before, even though I've been stuck here for nearly a month.

It wasn't me who didn't know what it meant.

"······pax."

The guy threw the stuff out.

Perhaps the first time he had conveyed his 'words' to the outside world.

What he sent out was a box of ordinary chocolate cookies.

Wheeing.

This time the AGV robot came towards me.

Then, with a clank, he handed me a small box.