18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 366

Chapter 366

After living with Jasper for so long, Stella knew her way around firearms just as well as he did. One look at the gun in the punk's hand, and she knew it was a fake. But even rubber bullets could be deadly if fired at Angela's temple point-blank.

Angela wasn't one to be underestimated. In a flash, she knocked the gun from his hand and landed a solid punch to his gut.

The cocky kid didn't stand a chance. He doubled over in pain, hitting the ground hard.

The fight escalated fast, with Cody and Lukas taking hits and Kitty nursing an injured arm. Angela and Rosie were in the thick of it.

Furious and humiliated, the young punk pulled another gun from his pocket and aimed it straight at Angela's head...

This one was real.

But Stella was quicker. She aimed her own gun at his arm and pulled the trigger.

A deafening bang silenced the chaos.

The kid's gun clattered to the ground as he writhed, clutching his bleeding arm.

Stella strode over, planted a boot on his chest, and smashed the butt of her gun onto his head, snapping, "You think you're the king around here?"

The kid's lackeys, just recovering from the shock, shouted indignantly, "You've got some nerve! Do you even know who he is?"

"It doesn't matter who he is," Stella said coolly, scanning the group with an icy gaze. "He's someone's son. And since his parents aren't around to teach him, it looks like someone else has to."

She brandished her gun. "Anyone else want a taste of lead?"

They were seething but held back, wary of the weapon in her hand.

Rosie finally let out a

going on here?" Stella

flushed with anger and embarrassment, struggling

little punk thought he could mess with Rosie. After making lewd comments multiple times, he

had nurtured for years

was so furious she almost blew his

"Enough!"

as a middle-aged

not only attacked young Hunter but even had the audacity to shoot him. If you hadn't shown up, Hunter could've been killed by these hooligans." Hunter wailed like a stuck pig, "Dad, help

again, nearly shattering his jaw, and he

brow furrowed in worry, and his aides quickly

lifted her gun, challenging,

stepped forward, "What the

the relief operation.

in charge of the relief efforts. Put the gun down. We can talk this out without

dedicated and responsible person, or you wouldn't be working through your illness.

she kicked the gun on the

expression darkened. That little rascal dared to

turned to his son

it to intimidate survivors passing by, shooting them with rubber bullets, and then he had the gall to harass me. Considering your leadership in the relief efforts and your selfless

father. You've worked hard in the rescue, and we're grateful, but letting your

he scolded his son, "Is

"No, it's all lies.

his son wasn't exactly an angel. "Mr. Marshall, these are desperate times. If you

Like father, like son. And your boy here is

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