Episode 85: Excitement day.

The next day arrived, and as agreed upon last night, I decided that we would still open our stall—but only with a limited stock. Instead of our usual full-scale operation, we would sell just a quarter of our normal merchandise, enough to last only about an hour or so. The purpose of today was not just business but also reconnaissance of a sort.

"We still need to sell our stuff, even for a little…there were a lot of people waiting for us to come, it would be bad to left them all hanging right?". Natasha supported my suggestions, ever the voice of care and kindness.

"Thank you, Nat".

"Well, gathering more info would be great as well," Scarlett dampened her excitement a little bit, whilst all of us were feeling proud of her now renewed positive feedback.

By nature, I was a cautious person, and when it came to dangerous operations, my careful planning intensified tenfold. I wasn't the type to charge in blindly. No, I was the kind of person who took 100 preparatory steps before making a single move, ensuring I had at least 500 backup escape plans to go along with it. Only when I was fully in control of my fate did I feel at ease.

Meanwhile, Scarlett, Selene, and Alfred wasted no time in reinforcing our preparation. The first thing they did that morning was install a .50-caliber machine gun at the truck bed. This weapon would serve as my primary post during our assault on CLUB MED. With such immense firepower, I could cover the others from a stationary position, eliminating threats before they even got close.

Our arsenal was vast—enough to level an entire battalion if necessary. This wasn't just a random stockpile either. It had been carefully built up over time. Our original armory had already been impressive, but I had expanded it even further with steady, methodical purchases.

Every day, when I browsed online for supplies, I made it a point to buy firearms and ammunition. Bit by bit, I accumulated more stock, and soon enough, it had reached staggering numbers. It was astonishing just how many people in America were willing to sell their weapons and bullets, many even offering them in bulk.

One of my most recent suppliers was a man named Remmy from Florida. He was a bit of an eccentric character, but he had a business I couldn't ignore—selling bullets by the bucket. Unlike major manufacturers, Remmy crafted his own ammunition, and since I had become one of his regular customers, he eventually trusted me enough to sell in mass quantities. Hundreds of buckets filled with all sorts of bullets flowed through our deals.

Of course, everything about our transactions was highly illegal, but that didn't matter to me. If he was selling, I was buying. In a world like this, having a surplus of ammunition was as valuable as gold, if not more.

As we set up our limited stock for the day, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Today wasn't just about selling—it was about gathering the final pieces of information we needed to execute our mission. Everything was falling into place, and soon, we would be ready to take the next step toward CLUB MED.

The day arrived, and as agreed upon last night, I decided that we would still open our stall—but only with a limited stock. Instead of our usual full-scale operation, we would sell just a quarter of our normal merchandise, enough to last only about an hour or so. The purpose of today was not just business but also reconnaissance.

While we were at the stall, we could gather more intelligence on CLUB MED. By nature, I was a cautious person, and when it came to dangerous operations, my careful planning intensified tenfold. I wasn't the type to charge in blindly. No, I was the kind of person who took 100 preparatory steps before making a single move, ensuring I had at least 500 backup escape plans to go along with it. Only when I was fully in control of my fate did I feel at ease.

Meanwhile, Scarlett, Selene, and Alfred wasted no time in reinforcing our preparation. The first thing they did that morning was install a .50-caliber machine gun at the truck bed. This weapon would serve as my primary post during our assault on CLUB MED. With such immense firepower, I could cover the others from a stationary position, eliminating threats before they even got close.

Our arsenal was vast—enough to level an entire battalion if necessary. This wasn't just a random stockpile either. It had been carefully built up over time. Our original armory had already been impressive, but I had expanded it even further with steady, methodical purchases.

Scarlett inspected the new combat armor I had purchased for her, Selene, and Natasha. "Honey, this is seriously impressive," she said, running her fingers over the sleek plating.

"And it was comfortable as well…. Scarlett, Look…TING! …. even a knife can't stab through it…amazing," Natasha just happily and casually pulled out a knife and stabbed herself, watching in awe to see the knife unable to pierce through.

"Ladies, stop trying to test the armor," I am rather worried on how they all decided to test the new armor, they have no sense of a complete safety test.

"Sory darling, we just got too excited" Selene said with a smile, I can understand their excitement, as this sort of stuff not available in this post-apocalyptic world.

The armor was the most advanced I could find on the market—something straight out of a sci-fi movie. It wasn't just bulletproof; it was slash-proof, stab-proof, and puncture-proof. I doubted even a zombie could bite through the high-tech plating. To add another layer of protection, I had also purchased thick combat fatigues for them to wear underneath.

Rather than looking like simple merchants, we now looked like an elite squad of soldiers. The camouflage fatigues were both practical and comfortable, perfect for the harsh conditions of this world.

Additionally, I had a personal reason for choosing these outfits. Natasha, Selene, Scarlett, and even Layla were all strikingly beautiful women, their usual wasteland attire often revealing more than necessary. With these combat fatigues, they were not only protected but also fully covered, reducing unwanted attention.

Men in this world were savages, unable to control themselves. Just the other day, a fool had dared to lay his hands on Scarlett. He grabbed her forcefully, but she shot him without hesitation. Thankfully, Rooney, John, and the people of Rat Town had witnessed the entire event, clearing us of any wrongdoing.

It was incidents like these that made me realize I couldn't rely on this world to be civilized. I had to take precautions for the safety of myself and my women.

At 8 AM, we left home and headed to Rat Town. Our plan was simple—sell for a bit, gather intel, and keep a low profile. Yet, as I drove, I could feel the energy in the air. The excitement was palpable.

Not gonna lie—I was excited too.

"Alright, Ladies! Let' go~". I excitedly shouted as Scarlet pushed on the pedal.