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.

she said with a mix of gratitude

could the ever-dutiful Jasper

grim task, decided to

to their underwear, the clothes

the

take a shower and

offering not only praise but also a soothing massage

later, they found the ice hut had melted in flames, charred bodies sprawled atop the icy

barrier against

the blackened ice, laid down a fresh layer of snow, and placed wooden boards on top before retrieving the shipping containers. They reinforced the ice with water,

dark, Stella visited the spot where the

explosives were potent, blasting a

time to refreeze. After half a day, only a thin layer of ice

and dumped the

ocean was swift, and soon there

defeat, and their retaliation would

just wanted a simple life, but some wouldn't grant her that

a disaster of both nature and mankind, with no room for notions of good, evil, or

at home, Jasper

the patrol deputy, and

Stella was still asleep when an excited Cooper burst in,

its mouth, it dropped a gift for its beloved

first, Stella thought it was an egg stolen from Arcadia, but upon closer inspection, she realized it

goose egg, perhaps? Yet

Stella discovered it was

did you find this?" she

his tail, eager to show his master where to find

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

the hole had become

from the hole to

cracked an egg into a

was unfrozen and fresh, though it

kind of

expression grew serious, "Could be

aback, "But crocodiles

years of calamity, it was possible that species evolved to survive, migrating to the ocean and breeding frantically

many of these eggs

snow, a nest with at least a dozen, some even

scalp tingled at the