18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 396

However, Julia, who prided herself on having every angle covered, had failed to account for one critical factor - herself.

The patrolling soldiers were just regular grunts, never getting the chance to even see the top brass, let alone their wives and daughters. In the many years since the catastrophe had reshaped the world, even the most secure stronghold like the Kindle Society saw its fair share of folks driven mad by the brutal conditions of survival. Some claimed they were fairy-tale characters; others believed they were gods. The most vocal were those who fancied themselves as the base commanders, the rulers of their little domains! A warning for such delusions was usually enough, but a repeat offense was treated as an assault on a soldier. Attempting to snatch a weapon? That was a cardinal sin!

The offended soldier showed no mercy, executing a clean judo throw that sent the emotionally compromised Julia crashing to the ground. With a smack that echoed the futile attempt of an egg against a rock - she shattered. Julia's eyes rolled back as she felt her insides churn from the impact, the pain nearly knocking her unconscious. Lillian fared no better. In an instant, she was pinned against the glass by a soldier, "Cool it, lady!"

Onlookers were stunned. How come the ones getting beaten were the ones caught by the soldiers? But it seemed to make sense - after all, they were the ones who had lost their minds and grabbed for the soldiers' weapons. It was like ruining a perfect hand in poker through sheer ignorance.

Lillian could never have imagined being manhandled by a rank-and-file soldier; she was the base commander's wife, for crying out loud! Were they blind and deaf? How dare they! How dare they indeed!

Stella watched with a wry smile, as if observing a monkey perform tricks. Ah, scheming - who wasn't capable of that?

Enraged and humiliated, Lillian struggled violently, her eyes blazing with hatred as she fixed her gaze on Stella, "I am the commander's wife! She's the murderer! We're the victims here!"

Seeing her frenzy, the soldier tightened his grip. A scream echoed as Lillian's arm was dislocated, limply hanging by her side. After subduing the two out-of-control survivors, one of the soldiers approached Stella, "What's the situation here? Who threw the first punch?" Stella admitted honestly, "I did."

expression

Julia, "This woman has been colluding with the scavengers, the Whirlwind Crew, bribing thugs from outside to ambush us on coal transport routes. We were lucky to

Julia and her mother - a bet well worth the risk. She was curious: would Daniel protect this viperous mother and daughter? If he did, she'd accept her loss without much damage. If he acted by the book, they'd be kicked out of the base, and she

have any proof of

voice recorder. "This woman's gone off the

recorder, but she quickly resumed her defiance, "I didn't do it. She's framing me!" What good was a

interrogation, a man burst in, barking,

stepping in front of Stella. Recognizing the newcomer, Lillian's eyes lit

He knew

arm hanging limp and in pain, Lillian's voice mingled

her, nodding slightly as a greeting, then repeated his question, "Who is

stepped forward, "That's

as if putting pieces together. Approaching Stella with his gun still in hand, Julia couldn't help but smirk - Stella was

Heath's men had once offended Julia, and without a second thought, he was ordered to run fifty kilometers - ever since then, he gave Julia a wide berth. With such protection, should Stella speak out of turn or resist, Heath just might

voice quivered as she played the victim, "Be careful with her, Sergeant!