18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 380

The tarp was yanked back, revealing a truck bed filled with weathered barrels caked in mud and rust. Each container looked like it had survived a bombing raid, dented here and bulging there. The warehouse worker couldn't help but wonder-what on earth was inside?

He scrubbed off the mud, chipped away at the rust, and finally, the emblem on one of the barrels came into view Titanium?

He cleaned a few more, revealing Tungsten, Beryllium...

"My God, these were rare metals-the kind the base had been scouring the earth for, with no luck. Production at the factory was hanging by a thread.

The worker's jaw nearly hit the floor. "All of this, in both trucks?"

"Yep." Stella wiped her dirt-streaked face, her voice tinged with urgency and anxiety. "Buddy, are these any good to you? We busted our backs and bet the farm to trade for these. If they're useless, we're done for." Considering the barrels' shabby state, the worker wasn't sure whether the contents were still intact.

"I honestly don't know." He got caught up in Stella's dramatic demeanor and grew nervous himself. "Hold tight, I'll get some folks from the research and testing department over here."

He dashed into the office and radioed for assistance.

After briefing the situation, he reminded them, "Yes, yes, it's two trucks full-send someone quick."

These metals were like industrial MSG-a pinch in the mix and you're golden. And this-this was a motherlode!

Twenty minutes later, a vehicle rolled up, unloading a few uniformed personnel.

As they caught sight of the two trucks' worth of barrels, their jaws dropped in shock.

The team leader, snapping out of his amazement, commanded: "Let's move, get these unloaded and sampled for testing."

The trading hub's staff scrambled to help.

Stella hurried over. "Hey, where are you taking our stuff? You haven't even weighed it yet. You aren't thinking of swiping it, are you?"

"Don't worry, we're not thieves. Rare metals just need special storage. The last few years have been rough, and we need to test each one to make sure they're usable." Stella frowned. "How

to get results. If

taking the cargo, just

off the lids, revealing the refined powder inside, the experts were thrilled-the metals had

the metals, but scientific testing was still needed for

staff

metals couldn't be bad, but that wasn't something Stella

weren't idle

the metals, the staff handled each barrel with extreme care. When Stella and Jasper were a bit rough, causing the barrels to roll on the ground, the workers called out anxiously, "Easy

the testing department's demands, cleaning

lone scavengers and groups eager for news. Seeing the haul, they were consumed with envy-if only such fortune had

could secure a

to cozy up to Jasper with feigned camaraderie. "Buddy, where'd you score this loot? Let

a loyal companion? Whether you want a beefcake

darkened.

was frazzled. "Get

hopping mad, declared, "She's

bared his teeth with a growl. "Woof!

lingered until Jasper, without another word, drew his gun and chambered

their dog, the

"Don't let it get to you.

like this, but with scavenging growing tougher, people were getting

exception, endlessly

nuisances was becoming a

their truck to rest

lab, and the trading department was notified the metals were

were ecstatic, quickly arranging for Stella and Jasper to weigh their haul and log the metals. "The ones that just passed the test will be converted into credits for you. The rest, you'll get