18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 484

Stella gazed at the figures in the distance, a wry smile crossing her lips as she was reminded of characters from her favorite drama series-the traitorous collaborators, only now they seemed to have taken on a more global flair. When they realized Stella was from the East, they sent three of their own to probe the situation.

Stella didn't mince words. "Beat it!"

Instead of anger, the trio seemed oddly pleased at her dismissal.

Dillyn, a master of appearances, nodded and bowed, the picture of polite attentiveness. "Folks, all comers are friends here. We're just looking to make connections."

Vietnam, visibly uncomfortable, stood as still as a statue, while Belarus wore a look of smug superiority, as if the world was theirs for the taking.

To Stella, they were nothing but a bunch of creeps. "I said, beat it!"

Belarus was fuming, ready to spew profanity, but Dillyn clamped a hand over his mouth, muttering a frustrated "Damn it."

Vietnam whispered a word of caution, "Ease up a bit, will you? We're all part of the same cultural sphere."

Belarus, unable to contain their disdain, spat out, "Psh, Confucius is ours, they dare to pilfer and still have the gall..."

Dillyn and Vietnam could only share a look of disbelief at their self-deluding companion. "Do you even care about the mission our leader entrusted us with?"

The mention of the 'big brother' made Belarus grudgingly fall silent.

Dillyn continued with a servile smile, "Friends from Australia, we come with sincere intentions. In times of hardship, those from the East should stick together for survival."

Stella almost laughed, "Who's 'us,' and where's 'there'?"

Sensing a sliver of hope, Dillyn proudly shared, "We represent Union Base, aiming to band together all survivors worldwide to weather this catastrophe. We have individuals from seventeen nations so far." Stella was not interested in his rosy rhetoric, "And who calls the shots at this base?"

"We believe in peace, democracy, freedom, solidarity..."

Stella was losing patience. "Who's in charge, talk or get lost!"

Dillyn's expression soured, but he still managed a smile: "It's China."

"What's required to join?"

Base, surrender all your supplies and weapons. The base

before

meat to eat

line, you'll get

the last time

was confused, unsure of her

long's it been since your daddy China fed you

hold back. "What

together for survival. So why are

the plate clean? Or maybe you three

about to explode, fists clenched. "The world's flooded, lands have sunk; there's no East or West anymore, we're all one

shots-China is? They

now a grimace, "So, you've

us into it." Stella's gaze was icy as she scoffed,

the dogs!" Belarus

are folks from your place in the base too, spineless curs, obeying every command. Left, right, eat this,

at least they enjoyed a communal hotpot now

just scooping from a communal pot, those Aussies in the base didn't even

Australia be any

a shot that grazed

and the shock sent Belarus tumbling to the ground, a wet patch spreading between his

knew

loose tongue and thinking that clinging to 'big brother' meant

who didn't play by their

Belarus's frozen trousers made the panicked curses even more

with pretense, threatened, "You Australians, so

save the food than waste it on the doomed. Vietnam, pensive,

survivors. Why leave your buddy behind?" Belarus continued to curse until his voice faded, his frozen pants

noise, "Shut up. The whole world

Stella and

the East likely to exaggerate their story, and with Russia's recent trouble, they anticipated their own confrontation soon. They called Rosie over to discuss battle plans, not noticing

moved stealthily through the snow, its gaze icy and intent. Approaching the struggling Belarus, it