18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 230

Curses were flying, but no one dared to advance, fearing that a blazing torch might suddenly be hurled their way. The crowd quickly dispersed, keeping a safe distance from building No.5. The leader acted swiftly, diverting the mob to attack other buildings instead. Buildings 1-3 were filled with people, many armed and standing on the balconies, anxiously watching building No.5. They had binoculars and had heard the rioters loudly discussing gasoline.

Seeing the thugs retreat from building No.5, they realized that the thugs had been doused with gasoline. The residents didn't expect that Jasper and Stella were so capable, they'd stored gasoline and managed to repel the mob. Mark reacted quickly, "Quick, make torches."

Residents with firewood quickly fashioned several torches and lit them. Buildings 1-3 were soon illuminated with torchlight.

The rioters were all soaked. If they caught fire, they would go up in flames.

Mark commanded through the walkie-talkie, "Everyone, don't be afraid. If they attack, we will throw torches."

Most rioters were ordinary people who joined only in the past few days, thinking they would get plenty of food and drink. They never expected to fail to take building No.5, which only housed one family.

Suddenly, a shrill siren sounded in the distance. Police sirens!

In the darkness, not only police cars were moving, but also several large trucks were rapidly advancing towards Eastwood Eden.

No, not trucks, military vehicles. Damn, the military was here.

The mobsters panicked, quietly retreating and then turning to run.

Once one started running, others followed. Soon, half had fled. Some returned to the camp pretending to be innocent, while others ran aimlessly in the dark.

With the team dispersed, it was hard to keep them under control. The leaders were furious. As they watched the police cars and military forces getting closer and closer, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and reluctantly give up the Eastwood Eden that was within arm's reach.

They'd thought it would be easy to take over Eastwood Eden with over a hundred people. But they ended up like this.

they run

the darkness, gunshots rang out from all directions, like fireworks on the 4th of

contact Mark and expressed in a tactful manner that he didn't want to be in the limelight and simply wished for

"Okay, I'll handle

intermittently, sometimes near, sometimes far, all night long. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that

the light and went to bed, paying no attention to the events outside. When she opened her eyes

removed. Mark was walking through the

of conversation, Mark returned to Eastwood Eden, while Evan returned to the camp

staff and security patrollers who stayed behind last night were killed, and the remaining

the potential risks of the camp, but they couldn't just abandon

were cooperative, but there were always a few bad apples who incited and tempted the refugees, turning many

lost, the situation changed. There was no room for leniency in handling this situation, especially during such

military worked tirelessly through the night, not only apprehending all the fleeing mobsters but also

thirty instigators were identified. After their

their

were all under arrest. They were doused in gasoline, and even after removing their clothes, they still had gasoline on their skin and hair. Without water, there

was stretched thin, having not slept for two days already. He had barely

that the situation in Eastwood Eden had been pacified, he didn't have time to investigate further. He

were distributed to other camps and

and briefed him on the general handling of the

reported them several times, but without any timely response, they had no choice but to organize

with sharp eyes, but Mark was no pushover either, and his responses were

community survival in the apocalypse. If there were more people