18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 50

It took two days of hard work, but all seven water towers were finally installed.

The guys from 1803 had three, Stella and Jasper each had two, ready to be used with just a twist of the faucet.

Stella used water from Arcadia, but she still put on a show every day.

Before she knew it, two months had passed since the flood. The second batch of hydroponic vegetables had been planted, Snowy seemed to be pregnant again, and the first litter of rabbits had grown to over a pound. Angela couldn't sit still; as soon as her injuries were somewhat healed, she would occasionally go out. Stella was growing lazier by the day, always pushing off tasks and fully embracing a laid-back lifestyle. Even Jasper, who used to be tirelessly working like a machine, took a break. Apart from his daily dog training sessions, he would spare two hours to spar with Stella, then it was time for cooking.

He was flawless in every other aspect, but his culinary skills were subpar. Under Stella's guidance, his cooking was barely tolerable, a far cry from delicious.

"Not bad, congrats on your graduation."

Even though it was a bit heartless, Stella craved for some alone time. Arcadia had stocked up on a lot of delicious food, which she couldn't take out in front of Jasper.

Jasper, unable to repay her, handed her a walkie-talkie, "You can contact me if anything comes up."

Stella paused, why hadn't she thought of stocking up on these? Maybe she hadn't anticipated the possibility of teaming up.

"Thank you." This was much more convenient; if anything came up, she could just buzz him - no need to run around knocking on doors.

Jasper didn't visit again, allowing Stella and her dog to enjoy a hearty barbecue. They guzzled down soda, having a truly grand time.

In the morning, the walkie-talkie rang, and Jasper's voice came through, "Stella, are you giving Rosie her lesson today?"

"Yes, around ten o'clock."

"Why don't you come over?" Jasper suggested. "While you're setting tasks for Rosie, I can teach you some stealth and infiltration techniques."

Stealth and infiltration, that's the legitimate skills of an assassin, including silent killing, various moves to strangle from behind, punching the throat, twisting the neck, and charging and pushing down to strangle.

Stella was instantly interested. Her own living room was indeed a bit cramped, so she readily agreed, "Alright."

was close combat, involving physical contact

out some crash pads on the floor, and the first move was

her, and Stella instinctively wanted to resist. But before she could, he moved in close, targeting her hamstring, holding her neck and jaw steady with both hands. One strong squeeze, and her head would snap right

back to her past life, where she was on the brink of death. She couldn't die

back, a voice came from

voice was calm, deep, but

shook off the chaotic thoughts in her mind, realizing that Jasper was touching the joints of her neck, "Focus, don't

the apocalypse were too traumatic; even if everything started anew, she was still extremely resistant

kept taking deep breaths, telling herself not to confuse the past with the present. What she was doing now was for her own improvement. Only by becoming stronger could she prevent others

and promptly withdrew his hands, "I didn't mean

Stella composed herself and forced

Everything was different now.

the joints and pressure points. He did twist her neck, but without

of twisting his neck. Stella, standing at 5'6", was not short, but

was the first time Stella was touching a man, especially this intimately.

right, so Jasper grabbed her hand and moved

was sharp, easy to grip. Both of her hands started to applying force simultaneously. Stella, being a medical student, had studied human anatomy. Once she overcame her psychological barrier, she spent half an hour twisting Jasper's neck. Rosie, having finished her homework, opened the door, and Cooper dashed out. Seeing his owner playfully twisting the instructor's neck, the dog instantly

pushing him with force. The dog

dog's

"Yes."

it impossible to continue the lesson, so Jasper squatted down to feel the

baring

his playful demeanor and stood at attention, ready to listen to orders, but his

his body was as soft as cotton, his tongue hanging out as it kept

on, owner, hurry

needed to seize every moment to improve herself. Now was the end of the world. Countless people, whether they were from this apartment building or survivors from the outside, were becoming more and more ruthless in the harsh environment. If

ways to twist a neck. She was a quick

quickly ate some cereal, then sat on the sofa to study a diagram of the human skeletal structure. Which bone should she target for a fatal strike? Which acupoints would make the body

that the dog was throwing a tantrum. He refused to eat his dog food and even had his butt turned

quickly put down her medical book, came over to comfort the dog,