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

going on here?" Stella

face flushed with anger and embarrassment, struggling to

Rosie. After making lewd comments multiple times, he

Stella and Jasper had nurtured for years was

was so furious she almost blew his head

"Enough!"

a middle-aged man hurried over,

sighed in relief at his arrival and immediately played the victim, "Mr. Marshall, these thugs are lawless. They not only attacked young Hunter but even had the

down again, nearly shattering his jaw,

his son beaten, the man's brow furrowed

lifted her gun, challenging, "Who

man stepped forward, "What the

mistaken, he was the head of the relief operation. "You're Mr. Marshall,

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

the 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

that, she kicked the gun on the ground toward

the man's expression darkened. That little rascal dared

turned to his

in the relief efforts and your selfless aid to many survivors, I held back from teaching him a lesson right then.

discipline falls on the father. You've worked hard in the rescue,

scolded his son,

it's all lies. Dad, don't listen to their

an angel. "Mr. Marshall, these

And your boy here is nothing

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