18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

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.

let

on here?"

with anger and embarrassment, struggling

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

had nurtured for years was being

furious she

"Enough!"

voice called out as a middle-aged man hurried over, accompanied by

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,

nearly shattering his jaw, and he

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

gun, challenging, "Who dares

"What the

of the relief

the relief efforts. Put the gun down. We can talk this out without any rash

person, or you

kicked the gun

man's expression darkened. That little rascal dared to steal his

gaze turned to his son on the

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 him a

stared at the man coldly. "A failure to discipline falls on the father. You've worked hard in the rescue, and

scolded

"No, it's all lies. Dad, don't

reaction, Stella 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 to be a decent human

son. And your boy here is nothing