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.

while the people on the 16th floor had just managed to pry open the

fist-sized object was thrown down, and a dense fog began

"Ah, a grenade!"

and everyone turned to

pungent, causing people to choke and their eyes to water, blurring

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

screams erupted from downstairs, followed by

are you okay?" Angela's worried voice

fine. What about

panting heavily, replied, "We've taken care

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

attackers were helpless. They couldn't defend themselves

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 had weapons that could kill and

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

to

to

were high, and their confidence boosted. From now on, they would be fearless, ready to kill any

no one cared about their enthusiasm. Angela, holding her nose, rushed upstairs. Seeing Korey bleeding profusely on the ground, she asked in

bribed by the gang, and tried to backstab

kidnapped my son and threatened me. If I didn't cooperate, my son

wrong, you know it in your heart. Since you've done it, you

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,

forward, stomping on Korey's bleeding wound. Did they think

Korey wailed in pain.