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?"

relocate to Union Base, surrender all your supplies and weapons. The base

before

there meat to eat inside the

the line, you'll get

the last time you had

confused, unsure

skin and bones. How long's it been

himself to hold back. "What do

together for survival. So why are you all kowtowing to westernized

"Does daddy feed you meat and let you lick the plate clean? Or maybe

to explode, fists clenched. "The world's flooded, lands have sunk; there's

the shots-China is? They send

forced smile was now a grimace, "So,

icy as she scoffed, "I've

dogs!"

There are folks from your place in the base

at least they enjoyed a communal hotpot now and

pot, those Aussies in the base didn't even get

Australia be any

Belarus ranted, Jasper fired a

to the ground, a

saw the accident and knew they were in

this weather, Belarus was as good as dead-a loose tongue and thinking that clinging to 'big brother' meant the world had

faced with someone who didn't play

trousers made the

done with pretense, threatened, "You Australians, so ungrateful.

food than waste it on the doomed. Vietnam, pensive, followed Dillyn

about uniting all survivors. Why leave your buddy behind?" Belarus

irked by the noise, "Shut up. The whole world is

drama over, Stella and Jasper returned

the East likely to exaggerate their story, and with Russia's recent trouble, they anticipated their own confrontation soon. They called

and intent. Approaching the