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.

approaching vehicles could be heard in the distance. Stella, on high alert, scoped the area with binoculars. Expecting the kidnappers, she was surprised to see the military convoy rolling in. It was another case of someone swooping in for the spoils. Not daring to confront the military, Stella stayed hidden. With her skills, she

half an hour, the group returned

were clearly frustrated, their loot had been intercepted for the first time. There was still plenty left in the cave, and they had moved less than a third of it before the military arrived. If they had managed to move all the goods and rescue the wealthy captives, they could have even claimed a hefty ransom. Now, it was as if they were setting the table

that night, and with all their goods in tow, where would they hide them? Not in their cramped apartments - even carrying a tattered bag home would

night, it might have been fine, but now, even the wealthy were starving and willing

goods for now.

issue, as they had risked their lives together. And since Stella's truck

the city under the cover of night, splitting up at

in Arcadia,

in turmoil, but

up across from the police station, and Stella fiddled with another set of keys in her pocket, hesitating before

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 past

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

angry, demanded, "Did you get him

the car door, gesturing

seeing Bran's disfigured face, she wailed for her son then fainted on the

clattered to the ground as he nearly

was dead! Could it have been an overdose of chloroform? If he was gone, so was her

she quickly checked for his breath. "He's alive; he's still breathing," Stella

for a closer look and, after 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

reassured, at least his

the unconscious heir inside, calling for the

took it all in, pretending not to notice. She understood the family dynamics; if