Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. Chapter 160: President Finch finally communicates.

Sunshine thought Damien and Morris’s awakenings would be the end of surprises that day but an expected and yet, still surprising thing happened.

President Finch addressed the nation or as much of the nation as he could.

Government drones had flown over different cities, starting from 2:30, just as lunch was being wrapped up on Fortress Four. Each drone carried a per-recorded message that was aired to the people at exactly 3:00 p.m.

The transmission ended there. The drones continued their flight, casting shadows over the ruined cities as they continued on their way to spread the message further.

Someone jeered.

People mumbled their dissatisfaction. In all that they had heard, there was no promise to send help of any kind. There was no plan for how they proceed. Just an affirmation that Finch was still the president.

He was such a coward that that he did not even share his location.

"What a clown." Hades sneered.

Sunshine laughed. This message had actually come earlier than in her previous life. Finch had escaped the white house after winter. In this life, he had escaped much earlier, it seemed.

Why was that?

Was it because of the attack by the watchers?

While she was asking herself this, some people were eyeing the watchers that were sunbathing on the bubble nervously.

In that speech, they were said to have destroyed the White house. Was it there intention to destroy their base? Is that why they were not going away?

Major Elio was not interested in that speech. It was time to test the new weapons and that was all he cared about.

Him, some soldiers, Sunshine and Hades were all out if the field in the first wall. Targets had been set up at the furthest end of the field and a variety of guns were laid out on the table.

Meanwhile, the walkie-talkie around Hades’s belt crackled with static and a comms officer’s voice came in.

"Sir, your friends are requesting for a channel to be opened so that they can communicate. Do I have permission to establish a communication?"

Hades grabbed his radio. "Permission granted."

There was some more crackling and then Jon’s voice came in.

"Did you hear this shit?" he asked.

Sheldon laughed. "He is inviting us over. What for? His presidency was not favorable to the rich and he wants us to use our money to solve his problems."

"I am not going." Jin declared.

Hades rolled his eyes. "You are not the only rich people in the nation. Stop making this personal because it is not about you specifically."

Jon snorted. "He called for rich people and we are rich people. It does not get anymore personal than that?"

Suddenly, they heard some scrambling and Tracy’s voice came through the walkie-talkie. "Bob, I am finally hearing my baby. Hades Quinn, return my baby to me and I order you to get rid of whatever you are using to block me from listening to him. It is bad enough that you catnapped him and now you are...."

Hades made static noises with noise...."Can’t....signal....." and then he threw the radio to Owen. "Tell them that we have guns for sale, some blankets made from the mutated sheep wool and their share of the things we hunted and gathered in the forest. Give them a price list."

When Owen left, he turned and looked at the soldiers. "Testing time everyone, these guns are not going to shoot themselves."

O’Toole sighed and mumbled. "More money, more drama."

Major Elio fired a weapon, and it hit a target five miles away.

Through binoculars, they saw a soldier waving a green flag. It was being used to signify that a perfect shot had been made.

While others whistled or clapped Sunshine frowned. The results could not be trusted because the shooter had super sight. They needed accurate data when they were selling the guns.

"Let someone else try." She ordered.

Nimo stepped up.

Hades cozied up next to Sunshine to share an idea that had been running through his mind for a while now. "On a scale of one to you must be out of your mind, what do you think about us teaching children ten years and above how to shoot?"