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.

finally let out a

going on here?" Stella

flushed with anger and embarrassment,

cursed, "That little punk thought he could mess with Rosie. After making lewd comments multiple

Stella and Jasper had nurtured for years

she almost blew his head

"Enough!"

a middle-aged man hurried over,

his arrival and immediately played the victim, "Mr. Marshall, these thugs are lawless. They not only attacked young Hunter but even had the audacity to shoot him. If you

shattering his jaw, and he

brow furrowed in

her gun, challenging,

forward, "What

wasn't mistaken, he was the head of the

charge of the relief efforts. Put the gun down. We can talk

survivors, including my family. I believe you're a dedicated and responsible person, or you wouldn't be working through your illness. You're a good man, but a neglectful father. Do you have any idea what your son

that, she kicked the gun on the ground toward

man's expression darkened. That little rascal dared

turned to

took a speedboat out for fun, using 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 aid to many survivors, I held back from teaching

the man coldly. "A failure to discipline falls on the father. You've worked hard in the rescue, and we're grateful, but letting your son

flared as he scolded his son, "Is any of

it. "No, it's all

guessed he was well aware his son wasn't exactly an angel. "Mr. Marshall, these are desperate times. If you can't teach him how

father, like son. And your boy here is nothing

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