Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 196: Clashing opinions

Sitting on the improvised sofa, Elena quietly observed the people gathered in the unit.

Jetro had invited her to witness the officials’ absurd demands—and to back him up if things got out of hand.

She listened as tension filled the room.

Voices clashed in a heated argument over recent events, with officials demanding answers about the residents’ behavior.

And Jetro had no intention of backing down or letting the government take control of their building.

As the officials kept quoting laws, Elena’s patience started to wear thin.

She felt an urge to intervene and put an end to their pointless arguments.

The official’s arrogance had become increasingly difficult to tolerate.

She couldn’t tell if this was truly the government’s will or just the scheme of a few officials with hidden motives.

If it was the latter, then there was something seriously wrong with the government.

In her past life, the government hadn’t survived the brutal disaster. So she never had high hopes for them in this one either.

"If you’re so eager to take over Camel Tower, then go to Building B—they need more help than we do," Jetro barked.

The leader sneered upon hearing his words.

"The higher-ups want this building to be the central evacuation hub. All you need to do is cooperate. The government, along with our people, will make sure peace is maintained here."

Elena had heard enough.

She reached out to her husband through [Telepathy], urging him to step in—before she lost her patience and acted on her own just to get some peace of mind.

"Husband, my head hurts just listening to them. Tell them to piss off already."

"Wife, we really do think alike," Ethan replied, shooting a cold look at the officers.

He could also tell that the government had no real plans for the people of City A. It felt like they were only working for their own interest.

He coughed lightly to get their attention.

"Are you done? I suggest you wrap this up," he said in a cold tone, a clear warning that his patience was running out.

The officials flinched at his deep, icy voice.

They were confused—unsure of who he and Elena were, sitting so casually on the sofa like they held real authority.

"Who are you to interrupt a government discussion?" one of them demanded.

Ethan sneered.

These people still acted like they had power, pretending to be big shots in the middle of a disaster.

Just then, an officer leaned in and whispered something to the leader, giving him information about the two people on the sofa.

"So you’re from Paradise Shop. Good. I wanted to speak with you anyway."

"I’m all ears," Ethan replied calmly.

"The government wants your supplies."

Pretending not to understand, Ethan nodded.

"As long as the price is fair, we’ll sell you as much as you need."

"I think you’ve misunderstood."

"Then enlighten me."

"Given the disaster we’re all facing, wouldn’t it be better to donate your supplies for the greater good? The government would praise your sacrifice—and once we set up our base here, you’ll be rewarded for your support."

Elena nearly laughed out loud.

How could they think of such foolish idea? They wanted her supplies handed over just like that.

’In your dreams.’

"What did you say?" she asked, her voice dripping with mockery.

"Oh, didn’t you hear me? The gover—"

Before the leader could finish, a sudden crash echoed across the table nearby—a glass had shattered, sending shards flying.

Panic rose among the officials as they tried to understand why the glasses had suddenly broken.

"What if we say no?" Elena pressed, giving them one last chance to think again.

The officials snapped back, glaring at her with annoyance.

"The higher-ups have already given their orders. Just follow the rules."

Seeing his wife ready to slap their nonsense away, Ethan quickly grabbed her hand.

"Alright, before you talk to us about our supplies, why don’t you prove you can keep peace here? You keep talking about protection—start by dealing with that unknown creature that has been killing residents near Golden Tower," Ethan said, buying time for the military to arrive.

Elena had already told Ethan that she didn’t want to wipe out the government—after all, they weren’t the real enemy—but she also refused to be bullied.

Ethan then thought it was best to let the military and government deal with each other, keeping themselves out of the conflict.

"Why should we listen to you?" one of the officials challenged.

"Oh, so your so-called protection is just a bluff. You have no real plan to keep this area safe and secure," Ethan shot back.

The leader stiffened, as if Ethan had seen right through their intentions.

"What are you talking about? Of course, we will maintain this area safe. Fine—we’ll eliminate the beast in the next few days."

Jetro sneered silently, already imagining what would happen to these officials.

He had a feeling the creature wasn’t just some wild animal from the forest—it was something far worse.

"Alright," he said at last.

"We agree. If you can kill the beast, we’ll support your plan to use this building as a new evacuation center. But for now, stay in Building B. There’ll be no more talks until the beast is dealt with."

"This..." an officer wanting to object.

He sensed something was off—the way the discussion shifted toward the beast felt too smooth, almost intentional.

But the leader cut him off and agreed to the terms.

A single beast in exchange for their cooperation seemed like a fair deal. Surely, the higher-ups would approve.

"Then we have a deal. Just make sure you stick to what we discussed here." freeweɓnovel.cѳm

With that, the officials were the first to leave the unit, eager to return and rally more forces to hunt down the beast.

When everyone left the unit, only Jetro, Ethan, and Elena remained in the living room.

Jetro glanced at the staff from the Paradise Shop with a guilty expression.

He had, indeed, used them—but if things had turned ugly, he would definitely have fought by their side. That much, he could promise.

"Well, it’s all thanks to you that we managed to push them back for now," he said sincerely, his eyes fixed on Ethan.

Even with the mask and altered voice, something about him felt familiar.

Ethan looked at his former subordinate from the police station with a blank expression.

He knew Jetro was cunning, but that didn’t matter. They still saw his value—especially in situations like this.

"Do you want to be part of our organization?" Ethan asked, his voice calm and commanding.

Jetro was good with strategy. He could serve well as a spokesperson for their organization.

Hearing the offer, Jetro was stunned and looked at Ethan, trying to gauge his true intentions.