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 the neck twist that Stella had

behind Stella, suddenly closing in like a bolt of lightning, one hand reaching for her slender neck, the other grasping her jaw. A fierce aura swept over her, and Stella instinctively wanted to resist. But before she could, he moved in close, targeting her hamstring, holding her

transported Stella back to her past life, where she was on the brink of death. She

came from above her head, "Stella, don't be afraid, I won't hurt

calm, deep,

realizing that Jasper

too traumatic; even if everything started

the past with the present. What she was doing now was for her own improvement. Only by becoming stronger could she prevent others from bullying

noticed Stella's abnormal reaction last time, and promptly withdrew his hands, "I

Stella composed herself and

Everything was different now.

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

her the key points, they switched roles. However, Jasper was too tall for Stella to even dream of twisting his neck. Stella, standing at 5'6", was not short,

especially this intimately. Her fingers glided over the bones in

grabbed her hand and moved it a bit to the

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

The dog seemed to say,

a dog's

"Yes."

to continue the lesson, so Jasper

a strong sense of self-preservation and sensed his ill intentions, instinctively baring his teeth. Jasper put on a stern

and stood at attention, ready to listen to

when Stella touched him, his body was as soft as cotton, his tongue hanging out as it kept leaning

on, owner, hurry

also needed to seize every moment to improve herself. Now was the end of the world. Countless people, whether they were from this apartment building

to twist a neck.

Which bone should she target for a fatal strike? Which acupoints would make the body go weak and limp if hit? These were all

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

medical book, came over to comfort the dog,