18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 125

30 planting pots, made of plastic that was not resistant to low temperatures and could become brittle when frozen. However, they were thick, so as long as handled carefully, there shouldn't be a problem. Four packs of compound fertilizer, each weighing about 50 pounds.

Satisfied with the goods, Stella pulled out a flask of liquor from her bag.

Monkey, initially upset about not making a profit, was pleasantly surprised. The liquor alone made the deal worthwhile.

Having secured his goods, Monkey departed.

Jasper, to make Stella's job easier, had stayed out of the transaction, waiting outside with Rosie. Once sure the coast was clear, Stella stowed the items away in the Arcadia.

As she was about to leave, she noticed Jasper talking to Monkey at a distance, apparently negotiating a deal.

Only after Monkey had left did Stella come out.

Back in their neighborhood, Stella didn't rush home. She let Cooper out of her bag for a walk around the block. This guy was well-behaved and knew better than to whine while tucked inside the backpack.

While Stella walked the dog, Jasper watched over Rosie. They stood sheltered from the wind, quietly watching the two frolic in the cold.

The items exchanged were paid for by Stella, to which Jasper asked, "What do you want for today's deal?"

They usually split the goods, but as Jasper was the one primarily looking after the potatoes, Stella didn't want to take advantage of him. So, she included the cotton shoes in the deal, "Any chocolate left?" It was delicious, a bit addictive. "Yes," he replied.

Back on the 18th floor, the planters and fertilizer were temporarily stored in the Arcadia, and the cotton shoes were given to Jasper.

Jasper brought out two boxes of chocolate. Stella, being fair, only took one.

Once inside, Rosie looked up, "Jasper, I want some chocolate."

has alcohol, kiddo. You can have

later, Jasper dropped Rosie off at 1802, "I need to step out for a bit, can

been taking turns watching over

to make some instant soup for lunch at noon, Jasper

him with longing,

his dog had been fed by him, Stella felt obliged

surprise, Jasper

more packs of soup to the pot, threw in some hams and fried an egg for each

more cramped. But the presence of a dog and a child somehow added a

later, the residents of 1803 returned safely from their day shifts. This time they looked

they only suffered minor frostbites, thanks to the

including a piece of gold weighing almost half a pound. All of these were handed over to Stella for safekeeping and to trade for more useful items in the future. Work was different from school, but in just two months, Angela and Lukas had

dangers but made it through each time, gaining valuable experience and

who it is, as long as I look closely at them in a crowd, I can tell from their gaze, body language, and the way they walk if they're a good or bad person, or even if they're a petty

you?" Stella said, digging in her ear. "You're a security patrol officer, so the police station

was speechless for a moment, before managing to stutter out, "Stella, are

little, and doctors said he should eat digestible foods. Now he had finally cured his

bad." Stella

pretty sensitive lately." Okay, as

they were well off with their food stocks,

At the same time, they made a good fortune, which boosted unit 1803's confidence. They invited two neighboring families to a meal. There was meat,

police had also provided training, but their techniques were no match for those of a SWAT officer. Their jobs were different, and their techniques were different. The police taught arrest techniques which focused on reforming criminals, while

the training seriously, practicing over and

news, Angela, thanks to her impressive combat skills, had caught the eye of the chief of security and was promoted to

envious and vowed to toughen up. They couldn't be outdone

in the hallway, but also in their beds at night, discussing how they could be

at night, they practiced choking