18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 295

"Don't patronize me." Bran sounded surprised as he heard her indifferent tone. "After ignoring all my calls, I thought you'd been taken by them." "Don't worry. They stand no chance against me."

"Just so you know," Bran boasted, "I shot six of them with a single bullet, scared the hell out of those bastards and they all ran off in their cars." Bran went on and on, waxing lyrical about his own bravery. "Stella, the neighborhood is safe now. You can take a stroll around if you like." Stella had had enough of his chatter and hung up.

It wasn't Bran's heroics that had secured their safety. The security team, except for those who resigned or refused to go along with the criminals, had only about twenty-something people in total. They had looted several homes, gaining a lot of supplies, so of course, they had to make a quick getaway. If they pushed the residents of the neighborhood to their limits, they wouldn't stand a chance.

After all, many homeowners had guns.

They had stolen a lot of supplies, yes, but they had also lost several of their own, thanks to the Porras family's guns. They had probably lost at least a third of their numbers.

If they didn't leave now, when would they? They couldn't risk the mob breaking in.

"We can't let our guard down," Jasper warned, his expression grave. "They know the neighborhood too well. Even if the mob doesn't break in, they might gather forces and come back."

Hopefield was a prime piece of real estate, dripping with wealth. It was inevitable that someone would want a piece of it. Stella felt the same way.

After breakfast, the two of them started training, working to keep their physical condition at its peak.

Rosie was busy pounding the couch with her fists, and Cooper was hanging out in the hallway.

Around noon, Cody got in touch again. "Stella, are you guys okay?"

"We're fine. How about you?"

"We're okay. Just a few minor injuries."

Cody's end was quiet, probably safe. Stella thought about Jasper's past life and couldn't help but ask, "How's the police station?"

got hurt,

for this eternal night. The military base in Lincoln had started developing supplies two years ago,

didn't have guns, but they had high-voltage

they made it possible to see people clearly in the dark. The rioters had nowhere to hide. However, the rioters' momentum was too strong. If they surged forward like

and military in the major cities didn't have to fight hand-to-hand when they ran out of bullets, as they had in their past life. They didn't have

lot of equipment, like pepper spray and

on

continue, but it wouldn't be as horrific as in their past

that things were different this time because of

to speak, they heard a chilling sound in the distance. They went to the balcony and saw countless torches in the darkness, swarming into the

in the atmosphere. His fur stood on end and he

dog, quickly put on their bulletproof vests and headed to the

of refugees surged into the neighborhood like a

Hitting, smashing, kicking, ramming.

Screaming, crying, wailing.

of sounds filled the air,

the mansion in the center of

family in town, living in luxury, driving fancy cars, flying in private jets. It was time to take them

electrical system. They tried to climb over the wall,

three-meter fall left them

view, making it difficult to cause significant harm. But it was enough to intimidate the rioters. After four years of surviving in this post-apocalyptic world, the rioters were

the rioters were organized. Among them were several

are from the same village, some are from the slums,

were only 50 houses in the neighborhood, and they were quickly claimed like pieces of meat at a butcher's shop. Over a hundred people rushed towards

used wooden stakes to ram the door and threw stones at the windows. Fortunately,

on the rooftop let out a

This house has