18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 92

Stella motioned for Katie to go back and secure the door, and then turned to Korey and said, "Let's go."

As they approached the stairway door, Stella reached to open it, but Jasper suddenly pulled her back, taking the lead and descending the stairs first. Suddenly demoted to a secondary role, Stella gave a resigned sigh.

Well, the SWAT officer was indeed experienced in combat, and leading the charge to distract the enemy was a smart move. However, the situation was now chaotic. No one wanted to take the lead, especially when the enemies had real weapons. The extent of their arsenal was yet unknown.

Faced with a life-or-death situation, Stella decided to take a backseat.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

They had only made it a few steps down when a deafening noise exploded around them. The attackers didn't intent to fairly fight, and they had an ample supply of ammunition. They opened fire without hesitation, aiming to wipe out everyone on the 18th floor. Jasper positioned himself carefully. Due to the angle and perspective difference when shooting from the 16th floor upwards, the bullets either hit the railings or came into the wall, but none hit Jasper's foot.

That was right. He only exposed his foot.

As the gunfire erupted, Katie screamed, "Watch out!"

"Bang!"

A gunshot echoed from the 17th floor.

Jasper was indeed an expert. The recoil of her shotgun was considerable, causing Stella's arm to go numb, but she managed to land a shot.

As they descended, she discreetly unsheathed her samurai sword. The reflection in the polished blade revealed Korey suddenly rising to stab her in the back. She didn't look back. Instead, she used her right hand to shoot around her left underarm. She didn't hit his heart, but she did hit his belly.

Korey screamed in agony, clutching his belly as he stumbled backward. Katie, who had rushed over, smacked him over the head with her cane. Blood gushed out, and he staggered a few steps before collapsing on the ground.

second door, while the people on the 16th floor had just managed to pry open the first door, aiming their guns up

object was thrown down, and a dense

"Ah, a grenade!"

yelled, and everyone turned

causing people to choke and their

again. Stella, still on the stairs, wondered if it was her turn to go down now. It seemed there was no opportunity to

downstairs, followed by the sounds of a fierce

are you okay?" Angela's

What

replied, "We've taken care of them

with a sled, hoping to finish their task and return as soon as possible. However, upon reaching the bottom of the building, they heard gunshots. So, they dropped their firewood and ran upstairs. A few of the attackers were dead, and the surviving ones were wary of the people upstairs, looking for opportunities to rush up again. It was a fight to the death. They hadn't expected

between the two groups, the attackers were helpless. They couldn't defend themselves against both sides, with no

grenade, and the pungent smell was unbearable. The three of them, holding their noses, searched the bodies. In addition to weapons like knives and steel pipes, they also found three guns. The guns were crudely made, clearly produced in a black market workshop. Anyway, they now

was a total of 34. They also found two large gold chains, three gold rings, two packs of cigarettes, a watch and a lighter. Finally, the 18th floor had some serious firepower. If anyone dared to rush upstairs again, they would threaten to

need to

need to rise

and Cory's spirits were high, and their confidence boosted. From now on, they would be fearless, ready to kill any strong enemy that blocked their

one cared about their enthusiasm. Angela, holding her nose, rushed upstairs.

was bribed by the gang, and tried

pitifully, "I didn't want this, but they kidnapped my son and threatened me. If I didn't cooperate, my son wouldn't have a chance

right or wrong, you know it in your

But when at the crucial moment, he turned against them. If Stella hadn't been vigilant and suspicious, she might have already been killed by him. Korey was not the only one in room 1703. Angela went over and kicked the door, shouting, "You people inside, if you don't

Korey's bleeding wound. Did they think the people

Korey wailed in pain.