In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

The view extends across the English Channel.

Beneath the ruins of London lies the core bunker of Avalon, a depth of over 1,000 meters.

This place was once the final refuge for the royal family and cabinet of the Kingdom of John.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the bunker was not one of fear and anger like that on the European continent.

At a massive, classic oak desk, Boris Johnson, the current Prime Minister of the United States, held a cup of black tea, his gaze calmly fixed on the tactical screen in front of him.

On the screen, a blurry satellite image of the Great Xia Mystic Maiden fighter jet streaking across the European continent was playing.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

An elderly butler in a tailcoat bowed slightly.

"The Europa Federation has just sent a top-level communication request, asking us to participate in a joint meeting to discuss strategies for dealing with Great Xia."

"Do not respond."

Boris took a sip of his black tea, his movements elegant.

"Tell the communications room that the equipment has malfunctioned and needs to be repaired immediately."

"clear."

The old butler nodded. "In addition, the White House in the United States has also sent a coded message, hinting at our cooperation..."

"Ignore those idiots hiding in the Colorado mountains."

Boris put down his teacup and let out a contemptuous sneer.

"Those nouveau riche in North America have no idea what real politics is."

He stood up and walked to a pre-apocalyptic world map on the wall.

His finger hovered over the map of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Those people in Europe are still jumping up and down over a few warehouses of supplies. They have no idea what the situation is really like."

Boris's eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

"The old world is dead. Great Xia is the creator of the new world."

"Your Excellency, you mean...?"

The old butler hesitated for a moment.

"Prepare a letter of state of the highest caliber."

Boris turned around, straightened his suit and bow tie, and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"No need for encryption, just transmit in plaintext band."

"content?"

"On behalf of the surviving government of the Kingdom of John, I extend my sincerest greetings to the highest decision-making body of Great Xia."

A shrewd, calculating smile curled at the corner of Boris's lips.

"This also demonstrates our strong desire to join the Great Xia-led new world order."

To demonstrate our sincerity, we will unconditionally open the coordinates of all resources within the Kingdom of John, and request the Great Xia Expeditionary Force... to garrison London.

The old butler's pupils suddenly contracted, and he gasped.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, this is tantamount to a complete betrayal of the Western camp. Those old men in Parliament will absolutely not allow this letter of credence to be sent out!"

"The Western camp? In the apocalypse, that's nothing but bullshit!"

Boris scoffed, his eyes instantly turning sharp.

"As for the parliament? Those bunch of incessantly chattering idiots are only good for being sacrifices to quell the anger of the mob on the ground!"

"When the Great Xia chariot rolls down, those who try to stop it will only be crushed to pieces."

"Only by getting ahead of everyone else to harness the tanks can we get the biggest slice of the spoils."

"But if Great Britain takes over London, we will have to return to the ground."

The old butler remained worried.

"There are at least 600,000 survivors on the ground who hate us to the core."

"Once the bunker doors open, those thugs will tear us to pieces!"

Upon hearing this, Boris laughed smugly.

"Old buddy, you've been with me for so many years, and you still don't understand politics. People are the easiest to manipulate!"

"I will set up a special pension for the survivors on the ground, providing them with material conditions that they could not enjoy before the disaster."

As for hatred? Someone must bear the consequences.

A cruel glint flashed in Boris's eyes.

"I will send troops to arrest all members of the parliament on the spot on charges of 'treason' and 'crimes against humanity,' and hand them over to the mob to be hanged."

Then, I will resign and personally select a compliant puppet from among the survivors on the ground to become prime minister.

The underground elite must relinquish some of their benefits to the mob above ground in order to bridge the gap between the underground and the surface.

And Daxia will clearly see our 'determination' and 'compliance' in rectifying its internal affairs!

"Go do it."

Boris gripped the table tightly with both hands, like a gambler betting his entire fortune.

"Be quick! We must deliver this pledge of allegiance before the Great Xia's fighter planes reach London!"

"Sir, as you wish. Your wisdom will save all of Britain."

The old butler bowed deeply, turned around, and pushed open the door to leave.

……

Meanwhile, high in the sky.

The Xuan Nu fighter jet tore through the clouds.

Su Ran leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest.

"drop!"

The tactical terminal indicator light illuminates.

Li Guodong's voice carried a strange undertone.

"Xiao Su, there's a very interesting unexpected situation."

Su Ran opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"The Daxia Information Command Center has just received a telegram in plain text."

Li Guodong paused for a moment, his tone playful.

"The underground government of John's Kingdom has surrendered."

"They demanded to join the global defense system to be built by Great Xia in the future, and even asked us to send people to take over their underground storage facilities immediately."

The cabin fell silent for a second after he said that.

"John surrendered? Holy crap? These bastards are spineless?"

Ye Xiao leaned over and stared wide-eyed.

"They opened the door before we even got to their house?"

The white deer, who had been sitting in the corner with its eyes closed, also opened its eyes.

"They have no backbone, only self-interest. That does match the assessment of them in history books."

"They're not weak, they're just shrewd."

Su Ran was also taken aback, then a cold smile appeared on her lips.

"Interesting. These troublemakers have a really keen sense of smell. When they realized they couldn't beat them, they decisively joined in."

The Great Xia had just flexed its muscles, preparing to send troops to sweep across the globe, when this first big fish couldn't wait to take the bait.

"What does the central government say?" Su Ran asked.

"The leader's meaning is very clear."

Li Guodong's voice was stern and steely.

"A thousand pieces of gold to buy bones. Since they want to be obedient citizens, Great Xia will give them a chance."

Receive supplies and take over defense.

"Make John's Kingdom a bridgehead for the Great Xia expeditionary force in Europe."

At this point, Li Guodong's tone suddenly changed, becoming menacing.

"However, the leader also said: those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts."

Now that the door is open, how we walk in, and in what manner, is entirely up to us!

"clear."

A fervent ignited in Su Ran's eyes.

He stood up and walked to the main control panel in the cockpit.

Push down the control lever with both hands.

"Old Ye, White Deer, get ready to work."

"We must take everything, not a single thing less; and we must thoroughly discipline the people!"

Su Ran stared straight ahead at the churning clouds, her voice as cold as a knife.

"Now that you've become a compliant citizen of Great Xia, you should properly learn how to abide by Great Xia's rules!"