A Doomsday Powerhouse Travels to Ancient Times and Crowns Himself Emperor

She quickly picked the handcuffs open, pulled a Glock from her storage space and tucked it behind her waist, then took out a black combat uniform and changed. Crates of firearms were neatly stacked inside, with mountains of ration bars and canned food, while gold bars and jewelry were scattered in a corner. These were the supplies she had spent ten years gathering in the apocalypse, and they had all come with her.

The sound of hooves approached the ruined temple. A dozen men in black dismounted, and their leader strode through the door with a knife in hand. He paused at the sight of the bodies on the ground, then sneered. “Miss Shen, you’ve got some skills. Too bad you have to die today.”

Shen Zhaoning leaned against the altar table and lazily raised her eyes. “Who sent you? My cheap half-sister, or that scumbag surnamed Gu?”