18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 488

Over a hundred people had shown up, scattered across the snowy expanse, and Belarus was the loudest mouth of the bunch. But when it came to a real fight, he was the first to back off. The snow didn't hold them down, no surprise there. Once they were sure it was all clear, the duo rushed back.

Sure enough, a few stragglers were clawing their way out of the snow, only to be swiftly taken down by Jasper's deadly precision.

Even with bulletproof vests and steel helmets, caution was key. The trio ducked behind a trench, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as their enemies emerged.

After about ten minutes, a few more managed to crawl out.

Their minds fogged from suffocation, they couldn't muster the strength to fire their weapons, even though they held them in their hands.

Stella, armed with a crossbow, took aim and sent them to meet their maker.

No more came out after that.

After lying low for a good two hours and ensuring there were no prying eyes, Stella deftly cleared the snow-covered area and stored it into Arcadia.

The family followed her in, shovels in hand, ready to dig through the remains.

The fallen had come prepared; the spoils were rich and made Stella so thrilled she nearly shouted out in glee.

Her guess was spot on: Union Base was indeed divided by skin color.

Aside from those who had perished in the icy blaze, there were 20 soldiers smothered by the snow, and the rest were ordinary members.

The soldiers were geared up with top-of-the-line military submachine guns, body armor, and some even had military exoskeleton suits.

The ordinary Blue Eyes had civilian submachine guns and no body armor.

As for others with different skin colors, they carried mere pistols, their bodies leaner and their clothing clearly less insulated.

The hierarchy was severe, with no equality to speak of-it was survival of the fittest in its rawest form.

After stripping over a hundred bodies, they had amassed 3 flamethrowers, 20 military submachine guns, 23 civilian ones, 60 grenades, hundreds of pistols, and a treasure trove of ammo. There were also knives, watches, cigarettes, canned spam, and more.

Such bounty was like a generous gift from a loving father.

Stella was most pleased with the flamethrowers; she had been lacking such a tool.

The model they had acquired could spray over a wide area with a range of up to 50 meters, reaching temperatures of up to 1800 degrees Celsius.

After gathering the weapons, what came next wasn't for the faint-hearted. Stella took Rosie back to the villa for some rest, leaving Jasper to handle the grim task.

worked hard," she said with a

the ever-dutiful Jasper say

the grim task, decided to help

to their underwear, the clothes were tossed into a

by the

take a shower

Jasper," she said, offering not only

ice hut had melted in flames,

barrier against the wind and

had no desire to relocate, and together they cleaned up the charred remains, leveled the blackened ice, laid down a fresh layer of snow, and placed wooden boards on top

spot where

a ten-meter hole in the

in constant motion, and the hole would take time to refreeze. After half a day, only a thin

pole to break the fragile ice and dumped the bodies into

was swift, and soon there was no trace

another defeat, and their

simple life, but some wouldn't grant her that

disaster of both nature and mankind,

at home,

deputy, and

Stella was still asleep

mouth, it dropped a gift for

egg stolen from Arcadia, but upon closer inspection, she realized it

egg, perhaps? Yet it seemed

Stella discovered it was a fertilized egg with

find this?"

wagged his tail, eager to show his master

shook off the snow before entering, "Something's off about the ice hole; we

the hole had

had emerged from the hole to lay its

an egg

the extreme cold, the egg fluid was unfrozen and fresh, though it had a strong fishy

what kind of egg

expression grew serious, "Could be crocodile

"But crocodiles are freshwater

that species evolved to survive, migrating to the ocean and breeding

of these eggs are

the snow, a nest with at least a dozen, some even holding fifty to

scalp tingled