18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 270

In response to Evan's question, Jasper answered honestly, "There were some modifications made before and after the disasters."

"Quality work, I must say. You rammed a Maybach into oblivion, yet your car didn't have a scratch. You must have spent a hefty sum on modifications, huh?"

"Not much, really. Just some tinkering on my own," Jasper shrugged.

Evan glanced at the two of them, "Can you tell me what happened today?"

Women were proficient in verbal warfare, Stella shared the story of how the wealthy residents of the community ganged up against them, all the way to Bran charging at them with his vehicle. It took her a good hour to cover everything. Evan, fighting off drowsiness, barely managed to suppress a yawn.

"According to witnesses, you guys were armed with explosives and grenades, both of which are legally prohibited."

"Nonsense," Stella retorted without batting an eye. "They were just trying to frame us. If you don't believe me, feel free to search."

Evan did conduct a search, ordering his officers to thoroughly inspect the vehicle.

Next, his eyes landed on the timid little girl, "Sweetie, are you sure you didn't have any explosives or grenades?"

Scared, Rosie hid behind Jasper, peeking out from behind him, "Officer, we didn't have any of those. They're the bad guys. They wouldn't let us into the community and even had an alpaca spit at us. I'm really hurt, I got hit by the seat belt." She was telling the truth, Rosie's small shoulders bore injuries from the seat belt.

After a thorough search of the vehicle, they found nothing. Evan's gaze was intense and sharp, "May we check your residence?"

"Sure," Stella responded confidently.

When the they left the house, she made sure to hide anything questionable in the Arcadia.

Just as they were about to leave, the walkie-talkie rang, "Evan, there's been a murder in the west of New Town. Six people are dead."

Regret flashed across Evan's face, "We'll have to leave it at this for today. We will contact you later."

the police car drive off, Stella and Jasper remained silent, driving their Hummer back

sound of their car, Cooper, was scratching at the door. As the door opened, Cooper charged at Stella, "Woof, woof, woof." Once they parked the car in the garage, Jasper checked the surroundings to ensure nothing was amiss before

they

safe than sorry. Ordinary people might not, but the police

they locked

asked, "Why do you think Evan gave up

the Porras family exerting pressure, they should have taken

might

that they looked familiar, but he might have guessed

life, Jasper had worked with him. He was a wise, brave, and open-minded man,

if he couldn't guess that Stella had

tell the truth, just to put

own considerations, including today's incident. Regardless, they couldn't

those people, "Do you

but troubles would follow

from the police station, there were two available apartments. They could move anytime, but where there were people, there were disputes. In the tiny room, even turning around could result in bumping into someone, and there were endless troubles

the Porras family threw a bomb in, there was a ten-foot wall protecting them, making it

as long as Stella and

"Woof!"

and also

by ear. There was no use worrying too much

Stella sorted out the information provided by Collin and planned to redesign

were still short of around ten types. It seemed they had to venture into the deep mountains again to find as many seedlings as possible, in case the unpredictable

family to swallow their pride. Whispers spread around the community, causing

even mention the incident. And Bran actually came to apologize. God,

at the building.

didn't want to respond, but Bran refused to