Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse! Chapter 1357 Priorities II

Hearing Mrs. Irene say those exact words with her angelic face, for so reason, sent a chill down my spine and everyone else's.

I an, I guess at was still at in her eyes and even though I'd take a good-ass steak or a crispy-fried chicken any day of the week, there's a reason that bacon's that popular and a staple to one of the countries that were known for guns and people with a high body fat percentage.

So as we continued to spend our ti on Mauricio and Irene's roof, June carefully walked around the nearby roof areas—and tried to take so inspiration from them—and the most common feature was having half or a quarter of the roof covered for privacy while having the rest of the space to take advantage of the sun.

Of course, the presence of a generator, a water tank, and so solar panels couldn't be exchanged with anything else, so roofs just had simple nipa huts or safe areas where their children could play around.

And yeah, those play areas had higher safety railings and other precautions like not allowing them to play without an adult supervising them—and more importantly, the gate to allow them to walk onto the catwalk would be locked tight.

But yeah, there was one warehouse where their solar panels were mounted on the sides of its four walls while there was another that had only vegetation growing above its roof access area. Still, there were also a few that were like Mauricio and Irene's where there was almost nothing atop it, not even a generator to power up the place or even a water tank to take advantage of the extra space.

'However, those areas with comfort won never missed a beat… Just curtains for the bit of privacy and hoping to the divines that a gentle wind would blow so that they wouldn't see the other patrons getting sucked off or whatever the fuck they requested…'

In any case, It didn't take long before we actually decided to have lunch on the roof—not just because we worked and finished more than half of the projects quickly, but also because we wouldn't be able to fit in their small living space.

And please, don't let anyone take this the wrong way but despite Mrs. Irene's vision returning, the food she prepared wasn't that appetizing looking at it smudged together in a large container—but god fucking dammit the flavors were fucking surreal be it this pot of stew or this hodge-podge of this grain, legu, and vegetable dley.

"I-I'm sorry for the display but—"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ?! THIS IS DELICIOUS, MRS. IRENE! NO WONDER MAURICIO'S GAINING WEIGHT!"

"HAH?!"

"N-No, Maui~ You still look great!"

"Who's Maui?"

"Mauricio—"

"HAH! MAUI?! THAT'S— HEY! THAT'S MY BOWL, YOU FOOD THIEF!"

"T-There's enough for everybody! Don't f-fight!"

"WOAH! This salad's also insane!"

"T-Thank you! P-Please enjoy! I promise, I-I'll work on the presentation a little more when I get there! I-I had to work a little faster because of the ti and my cuts on the food weren't that even a-and the colors aren't that vibrant… I-I just made sure to nail the flavors…"

I suddenly smacked my head, "Shit! I got too preoccupied with building you a pool and this garden, we should've helped you cook!"

"O-Oh! Please, d-don't bla yourself! T-The surgery— I can't still thank you enough a-and— I'm gonna cry again, I'm so sorry!"

"There, there, dear… They're also in a rush but they are enjoying the food, am I right? It's all good!"

"Y-Yes, dear! You eat too! But not a lot! You ARE getting fat!"

"WHAT?! You told I still look great!"

"You look great AND fat!"

"N-Nooooo~!!!"

"AHAHAHAHHA!!!"

With that said, after we juggled wharfing down spoonfuls of food and talking about what everyone else did while we were up here, we discovered that not only did Quinn make a big purchase by using Mauricio's na, but Lori also purchased sothing quite expensive using mine.

"T-Tell again, what did you two buy?"

"Hey! Your fucking minions bought shit on your na too! The fuck are you looking at us like that for!"

Mauricio tried to cut in, "Well, I did give you the guarantee—"

I waved him off as I looked at the two, "You should've made the purchase using MY na, not his! How about the economy?!"

"Fuck the economy! I'm going ho in a 911 while she's going ho with a Ducati! It only costs so hair off your backs! Well— I actually didn't ask but they'll prolly send you the invoice soon…"

Lori cut in sheepishly, "I-I didn't actually purchase it… I just found it quite nice and Quinn p-purchased it under and yours…"

I almost pulled out my hair from hearing Quinn pull an Oscar move, "Where the fuck are they getting these vehicles from?!"

Jared cut in, "Bro. Rember that resort we passed by last ti?"

I then had a realization, "Oh, shit— Jed's?!"

"Yep."

"I see, now," then I turned to Quinn and Lori, "Those things were always on display and weren't driven regularly. Even though it ran when you tried to start 'em—"

Quinn shook her head, "I didn't even check, I just bought them on impulse—"

"WHAT?!"

Mauricio tried to cut in, "Don't worry about that, if the vehicles they sold you are defective, I'll make them just give it to you without any sort of paynt…"

Quinn huffed, "You should've said so! I could've made the engine malfunction or sothing!"

"B-Besides doing that, of course. If you break it, you pay it."

"Dammit! I'll just do that next ti!"

Mauricio shook his head as he bitterly chuckled, "Next ti, I'll probably have so people watch over your purchases…"

"DAMMIT~!!!"

However, the mont I learned that the price for the Porsche 911 and the Ducati was 300 sacks of rice in TOTAL, I almost threw myself over the roof and raced for wherever the hell this shop was to see if I could snag myself another vintage ride.

Because of how the world was at the current mont, luxury goods might still be luxury goods but the difference in value between them and essential items had gotten more and more shorter.

It's just that I already have an Impreza on top of a Charger and a Hayabusa—so if I'd go the luxury or exotic route, I might just cross my fingers for an LFA.

While it's true it had so problems and was not as luxurious compared to a Porsche or even a Ferrari, but just the distinct sound it made when running on all cylinders would make the hairs on the back of my head stand on end.

But speaking of things that would make the hairs on the back of my head stand on end, the mont a three-headed white-eyes blue dragon inflatable ca into view, the kid in actually parkoured and free ran towards the roof inflating it and asked if they had more inflatables in stock.

And fucking hear out here, it might really look childish from anyone's perspective—and it is, yeah—but if used in certain situations, with how eye-catching it was, it could be used like a mark or sothing along those lines to easily acquire visibility from drone operators such as June, Ilana, or whoever else was holding the controller.

Of course, it wasn't just inflatables but just straight-up balloons with vibrant colors would do us good if we'd be looking down a carpet of red and grey tones.

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Still, I'd love a Black-eyes, Red Dragon inflatable in one of my owned buildings, and I would like several red balloons to scare the shit out of kids that would sneak out at night.

So yeah, the delight I felt when the inflatable the dude sells could be made to order so I had several ordered on the spot, and we just waited for it to be done while finishing up the rest of Mauricio's roof.

Spending most of the afternoon in the Intercity allowed Quinn and Lori to check their purchases—and they were all a-okay, for the most part—and in addition, it allowed us to get so info from the people that'd co and go places just to trade in items or would rent a place to lay their heads on for a while.

Because while I do trust the reports of everyone else I'd hear from the etings we'd conduct, like the telephone ga, so things might be interpreted or said in a different way via word of mouth, and hearing an overlap from different stories would make the information we received more valid or relevant.

And of course, the place where we had a ton of information was this place's own version of the "Pink House" where n or even so won would pay in goods in exchange for sexual relief or just basic companionship.

I almost made a commotion when this place's won saw walk into their establishnt but the way they all shrunk down when they saw the won walking behind was fucking priceless.