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?"

few people got hurt, but

base in Lincoln had started developing supplies two years ago, providing large shipments of ammunition, bulletproof vests, stab-proof clothing, and the latest night vision goggles

The security patrollers didn't

the dark. The rioters had nowhere

the police and military in the major cities didn't have to fight hand-to-hand when they ran out of bullets, as they had in

equipment, like pepper spray and blinding

rested her head lightly on his shoulder. "You don't need to feel

it wouldn't be as horrific as in their

knew that

to the balcony and saw

stood on end and he let out

three of them, and the dog, quickly put on their bulletproof vests

refugees surged into the neighborhood like a tide, wielding various weapons as they invaded the

Hitting, smashing, kicking, ramming.

Screaming, crying, wailing.

filled the air, making it

first house they targeted was the mansion in the center of the

cars, flying in private

door, only to be shocked by the electrical system. They tried to climb over the

three-meter fall

distance between the mansion and the gate was too great, and the high walls blocked their view, making it difficult to cause significant harm. But it was enough to intimidate the rioters. After four years

rioters were organized. Among them were several groups of people, quickly dividing up the neighborhood and setting boundaries for

are various factions among these people. Some are from the same village, some are from the slums, and some turned to crime after being

only 50 houses in the neighborhood, and they were quickly claimed like pieces of meat at a butcher's

them used wooden stakes to ram the door and threw stones at the windows. Fortunately, the windows were bulletproof, and they couldn't break

let out a furious

This house