18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 311

Regrettably, to the raiders, it was like scratching an itch through a boot. They had not even left a mark. Their bullets couldn't pierce the glass, so in a fit of rage, they aimed at the tires. "Damn it," they cursed, "can't even shoot through a tire. Where are my armor-piercing rounds? Where the hell are they?"

Stella didn't give a damn about their impotent fury; she just revved up her engine and roared away.

Some foolhardy thug, with more guts than brains, raised his gun and charged. Poor guy didn't even value his own life-who else would?

Stella plowed straight into him and blasted through the wall, crunching over the broken bricks and debris with a fearless drive.

No obstacle was truly an obstacle; she raced through the darkness with reckless abandon. It was a rush like no other.

As they cruised through the old town, things felt a lot safer, although now and then, some thug would jump out only to lose his nerve at the sight of the marauder's massive vehicle. They made it to the outskirts of Newtown unimpeded and switched cars. Flying in and driving back would be too showy.

Dressed in bulletproof vests and steel helmets, they rode their trusty scooters home. Only after a little excursion did they realize that Newtown had been cracking down in the past few days, and no thugs dared cause trouble. Stella had anticipated this; otherwise, she wouldn't dare ride a scooter.

The military police had cleared out the hideout. They would surely strike while the iron was hot to interrogate the three injured men, uncovering their ties to the city's gangs. Then, they took them down with a thunderous force. After a heavy crackdown, who would dare to run into the line of fire?

Anyone foolhardy enough to do so would end up at the waste-to-energy plant. Their remains would light up the eternal night-and never let the light dim!

Stella didn't rush to collect fuel after hiding the helicopter. It was too soon and would draw attention, possibly allowing the Porras family to deduce their route and location. This would be troublesome if they sent trackers. One truckload a day, it took four days to complete the collection.

enough, as soon as they left the neighborhood, someone followed but was led on

was just small-time thugs trying to scavenge around the villas. The thugs didn't get any spoils. Instead,

proud owner of her own aircraft. It was time to divvy up the loot back

the others to come over.

brought out the ledger. "I've taken stock of the supplies and noted the quantities

supplies, and you'd been scrapping through the apocalypse, nobody was a fool. They

tons of fuel from the Porras family are in our

pondered for a moment.

together. It might just save our skins if we ever face an inescapable disaster. If not, I'll find a way to trade for equivalent goods for you." They considered the share of supplies they'd get-tea, salt, liquor, medicine-could be traded

spoke up, "Stella, we don't want

was taken aback but replied, "Well, tell me what you need, and I'll make

for you and Jasper joining in, we wouldn't

over the years, Stella had helped Angela and Cody

of success and because they had pulled off some underhanded deals in the past. In a world ending,

four reflected deeply. This wasn't a partnership of equals. Even though the value of the helicopter and fuel

to claim a larger share of the profits. Their discretion was their own, but that didn't mean Kitty and the others could feign ignorance. Since their

they could offer, Stella didn't need. After much thought, giving up the helicopter and fuel seemed the right thing to

surprised by their decision. She definitely wanted the aircraft, but as everyone had their own households, she still needed to keep

others were adamant. "Stella, this is our mutual decision. We're all family