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.

Stella, Rosie finally let out a breath.

on here?" Stella

anger and embarrassment, struggling

little punk thought he could mess with Rosie. After making lewd comments multiple times, he tried to drag her back to Raven

and Jasper had nurtured for years was being targeted by some entitled

furious she almost blew his head

"Enough!"

as a middle-aged man hurried over, accompanied by

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 hadn't shown up, Hunter could've been killed by these hooligans." Hunter wailed like a stuck pig, "Dad, help me! I'm

boot came down again, nearly shattering his jaw, and he howled

beaten, the man's brow furrowed in worry, and his

gun, challenging, "Who dares

man stepped forward, "What the hell

of the relief operation. "You're

charge of the relief efforts. Put the gun

or you wouldn't be working through your

she kicked the gun on the ground

man's expression darkened. That

to his son

harass me. Considering your leadership in the relief efforts and your selfless aid to many survivors, I held back

father. You've worked hard in the rescue, and we're grateful, but letting your son terrorize and harass people, does that

man's anger flared as he scolded his

not admit it. "No, it's all

son wasn't exactly an angel. "Mr. Marshall, these are desperate times. If you can't teach him how to be a decent human being,

right. Like father, like son. And your boy here

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