18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 296

Two thunderous booms resonated, momentarily silencing the rioters in their wanton destruction.

What the hell? Explosions now?

Stella didn't hesitate. She pulled out a small Bluetooth speaker and tossed it over the high wall onto the street. Soon enough, the shrill wail of a siren pierced the night.

The rioters were taken aback. They had barely started their rampage 15 minutes ago. How had the police arrived so swiftly? Damn it all, bombs and the police?!

The more timid ones, having looted a handful of valuables, bolted at once. But those who were in too deep, caught up in the chaos and destruction, couldn't control themselves. They had unleashed the monsters within, wielding their makeshift weapons and wrecking everything in sight.

"What are we afraid of? They're just cops!"

This was the affluent district. One good haul here could set them up for years. Opportunities like this didn't come often. Everyone living here was fair game. They were all blood-sucking capitalists. If not them, then who?

There were so many of them, and the police had limited manpower and weaponry. They refused to believe they could be so unlucky as to get hit. So, the robbery continued. The rioters vented years of pent-up frustrations on the glittering elite. However, nobody dared approach the blazing inferno at the tail end of the mansion district.

The sounds of rioting and wailing mixed with the occasional gunshot echoed through the night.

They took what they could: canned goods, cured hams, and silk quilts. They even turned on each other in their frenzy. The entire neighborhood was a tragic scene.

The rich really did have it all. One mansion looted was worth more than 10 apartment buildings.

Many were covered in blood, but they left the neighborhood with beaming smiles, their arms filled with stolen goods.

As they exited, harsh sirens and blinding lights swept over them.

surrender immediately." The loudspeakers blared, accompanied by the authoritative voice. Two trucks rumbled in, and disciplined soldiers jumped out, surrounding the main

adrenaline charged on. The sounds of gunfire filled the air, reminiscent of Fourth of

scurrying back into the mansion district. Even the best hiding spots were not safe from the swift and efficient soldiers, while the rioters felt like they were stumbling in the dark. Spotlights illuminated the district, turning the

had

to the Porras family mansion slowly opened, and Shane,

in, instead casting his gaze towards the still burning mansion district. "What happened over

feel a sense of pride. "The rioters tried to storm the mansions, but the owners fought back with gasoline. Burnt a large chunk of them."

"Yeah."

"Just gasoline?"

then

car towards the Building 50. Bran

corpses,

looked up at Building 50, standing

Porras family was allowed to keep firearms due to their special connections, so he said, "Actually, if it weren't for their actions, there would have been more casualties in the neighborhood." Evan seemed surprised. This rich kid who had previously crashed his car

the president of the

pride, "That would be

any trouble. We'll be there as soon as we

police, and the police had to maintain

temporarily secured the neighborhood, they had to rush off to other parts of the city. They neither

ask them to leave some men behind, but he swallowed his words. If it were anyone else, he might have

the weight of his responsibility. "Thank

were no hidden rioters and then left for the next place in need of

Bran began discussing the neighborhood's security with his father. The Porras family had

Shane felt a heavy responsibility. "Let's