18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 309

Stella waved Kitty and the others back, raising her arm and firing off a quick burst of shots. They thought they could fool her? Not a chance!

They were smart enough to have dressed up in the wealthy boys' clothes as a disguise, but in their haste, they had forgotten to change their pants and shoes. Screams erupted as three assailants flipped over and aimed their guns to fire - but Jasper was quicker, shattering their arms with precise shots.

The assailants' weapons clattered to the ground.

Recalling the words of those kidnappers who had gone to collect the ransom, Stella knew they had dealings with these thugs. So, she pulled out a handkerchief soaked in chloroform and clamped it over their noses, swiftly knocking them out cold. They wouldn't be waking up for at least 12 hours.

She tied them up tight, so no matter what tricks they tried, there was no escaping. Not just them - the rich kids got the same treatment to prevent any more surprises.

The room holding the captive women was quickly found; indeed, there were thirty of them. But instead of freeing them, Stella added two more locks to the iron bars. There was no rush - the goods could be moved first.

Kitty and the others were after the supplies. After sweeping the cave and ensuring the dead were truly dead, they swiftly gathered the weapons.

They hoisted the valuable items - spices, wine, medicine, and grains that could last 3-7 years well-preserved, whereas items like sealed flour and rice were likely spoiled.

Unable to carry much on their shoulders, they used ropes and poles to fashion makeshift carriers, heaping on the valuables.

Only four of them carried the load while Jasper shouldered the unconscious Bran. He meant one helicopter, which was the goal of this trip.

Stella just stuffed her backpack, leading the way and keeping watch. Cooper stood guard, his senses on high alert. The ransom collectors had likely run into trouble; they hadn't returned.

With their goods shouldered and carried, the group loaded up the vehicle and hid it in a secluded spot near the cave's entrance.

alert, scoped the area with binoculars. Expecting the kidnappers,

hour, the

If they had managed to move all the goods and rescue the wealthy captives, they could have even

was unsafe that night, and with all their goods in tow, where would they hide them? Not in their cramped apartments - even carrying

the eternal night, it might have been fine, but

the goods for now. Once it's safe, we'll

risked their lives together. And since Stella's truck had remained hidden

under the cover of night, splitting up

car in Arcadia, and walked back

was in turmoil, but thankfully,

station, and Stella fiddled with another set of keys in her pocket, hesitating

the others enter the building, shaking her head at the sight of the rich kid still out cold in the back seat. Shane must have been some galactic supervillain in a

the gated community, the Porras mansion was ablaze with lights. Upon seeing the Hummer, the gates were

angry, demanded, "Did you

the car door, gesturing for

saw Stella's serious expression and hurried over. Upon seeing Bran's disfigured

cane clattered to the ground as

it have been an overdose of

breath. "He's alive; he's still breathing," Stella exclaimed with

a while, recognized his son despite the bruises. With the helicopter still in play, Stella tried to put in a good word. "Bran is one of the Porras. He refused to let his dignity be trampled by those

at least his son

rushed to carry the unconscious heir inside,

his son back, though the looks from the rest of the family were... intriguing. Stella took it all in, pretending not to notice. She understood the family dynamics; if she were from