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.

could they run

the darkness, gunshots rang out from all directions, like fireworks on the 4th of July. Although late,

contact Mark and expressed in a tactful manner that he didn't want

got it, "Okay, I'll handle what happened

sound of gunfire continued intermittently, sometimes near, sometimes far, all night long. It wasn't until the early hours

light and went to bed, paying no attention to the events outside. When

bodies on the ground had been removed. Mark was walking through the community with Evan, chatting under

Eastwood Eden, while Evan returned

security patrollers who stayed behind last night

but they couldn't

a few bad

conflict was inevitable, but once lives were lost, the situation changed. There was no room

night, not only apprehending all the fleeing

hard work, over thirty instigators were identified. After their

a firecracker show, their

after removing their clothes, they still had gasoline on their skin and hair. Without water, there was no way to remove the evidence. In total, over 300 individuals were apprehended and transported away by truck. The coal mines were already at full capacity, so they were sent

broke out not only in Eastwood Eden's camp but also in other places. Evan was stretched thin, having not slept for two days already. He had barely managed

time to investigate further. He handed the case over to the military

military left a squad behind, and the rest were distributed to other camps and to maintain

Mark contacted Jasper via walkie-talkie and briefed him

and reported them several times, but without any

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

to see someone like Mark maintain a positive attitude and organize community survival in the apocalypse. If there were more people like him, the police wouldn't be so overwhelmed. With them nearby, anyone thinking about attacking