APOCALYPSE REVENGE: I RULED THE WORLD WITH MY STORAGE SPACE

CHAPTER 4

Quinn stood inside the house.

It was amazing that such a place already had such nice security.

“It's just a matter of time, Lisa Rodriguez, that your family would kneel down and beg for my forgiveness. This is just the beginning.”

Quinn smiled as he watched her through the camera.

Turning away, he started to calculate what he needed to do.

Exactly tomorrow in the afternoon, there would be news about an incoming typhoon.

Although that would be a fake report, Quinn knew it was where it all began.

First the typhoon news, followed by the update about Hurricane Kasai, and then the massive flood.

Quinn got out a piece of paper.

“Food, water, gas, fuels, clothes. Yes, a lot of thick clothes.” Quinn said.

In his last life, the ice age had lasted for a long time so he knew he had to stay prepared.

“I would be able to stock them in the underground garage.” Quinn noted to himself.

Then he raised his phone to his ear.

“Good day Mr. Benson.”

“Quinn! My boy. I heard the news, massive congratulations.”

Quinn smiled. Mr. Benson was someone who had assisted him in dire times and he knew when to appreciate people.

“Thank you Mr. Benson. I appreciate you and I'd like to place a large order.” Quinn got straight to business.

“Yes, I'd see if I can help. I have a few connections, just let me know what you need.”

Mr. Benson said, and he took a pen.

He was expecting the man to stock up since he had gotten a new house.

It was basically something for the first few months.

That was how most house owners planned their new relocations.

He was familiar with everything.

“I want to order one hundred and fifty cartons of instant noodles, twenty bags of rice and fifty sachets of rice seeds. I want you to also canned tuna, salmon, beef, every food canned. I want them all. About two hundred of each. That would be enough.”

Quinn said. And he kept writing the list down.

Mr. Benson nearly dropped his phone.

“Quinn. I mean, Mr. Quinn. Don't you think this is too much stuff? Are you planning to do charity?” Mr. Benson swallowed, looking at the least in front of him.

Quinn chuckled, “Just do this for me, Mr. Benson. And I'd also advise that you should follow my steps and stock up a bit. The weather is changing and there might be some disasters.” Quinn said and then he lowered his voice.

“Don't say I didn't tell you but it's mainly the hunch of a young man.”

Mr. Benson didn't know what to say.

But Quinn continued speaking, “I think this is a lot to actually talk about over the phone. I have a list that I can send to you.”

“Yes, that would be much easier and faster.” Benson quickly agreed.

He wasn't sure he could handle listening to so much goods

“Thank you Mr. Benson.” Quinn uttered and ended the call.

He forwarded the long write up to Mr. Benson.

It was a list he has seen from a random apocalypse blog

Who would have thought that things like this would actually come in handy.

His phone pinged, it was a text from Mr. Benson.

“These would be very expensive to get access to.”

The text read.

Quinn understood where the man was coming from.

“Please forward your account details.” Quinn replied back and in the next minute, Benson had already sent the numbers.

Quinn pressed the buttons on his phone and the transfer was quickly made.

Mr. Benson looked at his phone after hearing the credit notification from his bank.

“Oh my freaking days. This man is serious! Twelve million dollars. This would be more than enough.”

Then he opened his text and realized that Quinn had sent in another list.

“This is related to more technical goods and materials. I should be able to contact my friends.”

Mr. Benson calculated as he read the list.

“If the money isn't enough, please let me know, Sir.” Quinn's text came in again and it made Mr. Benson nod his head in satisfaction.

It was nice to see that young men like him wouldn't lose their training over getting rich.

Quinn was done with booking the materials.

He simply had to wait for their delivery.

A knock came from the door of his house.

“Good day Sir. I'm the renovation contractor, I'd like to check the place and know what you'd like to do.” The man said from outside the door.

Quinn smiled, his plan was coming together.

“Steel reinforced concrete in these walls and I want you to tear out every single window in this house. Replace them all with impact-resistant glass, and pressure sealed frames. I want you to use the best quality.”

Quinn pointed to each part of the house while the man merely jotted.

“Get all your men on deck, hire more if you have to. I want a basement in this place. Four levels deep and four levels wide. Each level would have a different compartment. One to be heat resistant and another to be cold resistant. I want you to build me a pantry underground.”

The contractor stopped in his steps. It wasn't his place to ask questions but he couldn't help it.

“Sir, this would take us months to cover, are you sure about this.”

Quinn narrowed his eyes, “I was told you were amongst the fastest people in this field. I don't have months. I want it completed in three weeks. I would pay anything.”

The contractor swallowed.

“Even if it's up to a hundred million dollars, just name your damned price. I want everything done to the very detail. Is that okay?” Quinn raised a brow.

If they didn't follow him, a little mistake could lead to his death.

“I need to have generators lined up at the lowest levels of the house in order to power the house in case of a power outage. Also there would be solar panels placed on every part of the roof. I need to have enough life.”

Quinn explained. This was all according to what he was missing in his last life.

If he had all this, he would have lived a little longer.

“Is that all Sir?” The contractor cleaned the sweatdrops across his forehead.

“I also want you to build me a greenhouse and a medical bay. Just let me know the price. Don't worry, I can afford it.” Quinn stated.

After this month, the disasters that would appear would give no chance for money to be spent

So there was no need to keep any money in his hands.

“Okay Sir. You'd have to make a deposit of fifty million dollars, and sign this contract.” The contractor said and then brought out the paper.

Quinn nodded, the transfer was quick and he even added an extra ten million.

“I want it started today, I'd be moving out from the house to give you all a chance to renovate it according to my desire.”

The contractor's hand trembled when he saw the credit alert and he swallowed deeply.

“Yes Sir.”