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?"

hurt, but overall, we're

police and the military had been prepared for this eternal night. The military base in Lincoln had started developing supplies two years ago, providing large shipments of ammunition, bulletproof vests, stab-proof clothing, and the latest night

them had been given equipment. The security patrollers didn't have guns, but

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 a

These were things she hadn't had in her past life. With the support of the military base, the police and military in the major cities didn't have to fight

to worry about it," Cody assured her. "The police have prepared a lot of equipment, like pepper spray and blinding flashlights. And I heard that reinforcements from

head lightly on his shoulder.

violence would continue, but it wouldn't be as horrific as

said so, Stella knew that things were different this

went to the balcony and saw countless torches in the darkness, swarming into the neighborhood. They were here. The rioters were

atmosphere. His fur stood on end and he let

them, and the dog, quickly put on

the neighborhood like

Hitting, smashing, kicking, ramming.

Screaming, crying, wailing.

of sounds filled the air, making

the

driving fancy cars, flying in private jets. It

system. They

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 of surviving in this post-apocalyptic world, the rioters were more cunning than ever. They swiftly changed their target, launching a ferocious attack

were organized. Among them were several

factions among these people. Some are from the same village, some are from the slums, and some turned to crime after being robbed themselves. Each house is like a team,

in the neighborhood, and they were quickly claimed like pieces of meat at a butcher's shop. Over a hundred

the Building 50. The smarter ones among them used wooden stakes to ram the door and threw stones at the windows. Fortunately, the windows were

let out a

dog! This house has a