18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 498

As they trudged forward, a foul stench assaulted their nostrils, growing stronger with each step.

They finally reached the innermost cell where two to three hundred people, of all races and genders, huddled together. Their clothes were in tatters, their faces smeared with grime, and their eyes vacant and lifeless.

When the prisoners noticed the newcomers - masked in balaclavas and gas masks, brandishing heavy-duty submachine guns - fear initially gripped them. But the unfamiliar attire of the strangers sparked a flicker of hope in some. They began to plead and sweet-talk in every language imaginable.

Among the cacophony, Stella's ears picked up her native tongue.

But freeing them now was a death wish. If she got out, she could consider their fate later.

After a full circuit, Stella emerged from the cell block. Just as she was puzzling over how to crack the quadruple smart locks, gunshots rang out from above.

She immediately grasped the situation - the Russians had arrived!

The Russians, long oppressed by the Union Base, had been keeping a close eye on their movements. They wouldn't miss such an opportune moment.

The base was too vast for just the two of them to tackle over two thousand enemies. Pursuing the escapees was out of the question. Having the Russians pick off the stragglers was fine by her.

Jasper frowned. "A lot of them got away. What if they spill your secrets?"

Stella didn't hesitate. "Anyone who knows, we'll just have to take care of them."

Arctic. This wasn't the well-resourced Ocean Point Naval Station. It was the

...

the base, a fierce

come so swiftly. The seemingly impregnable Union Base

into teams, waiting outside, ready to kill anyone who emerged. They seized a batch

Russian soldier dragged a bloodied base member forward. "Captain, we've got the situation," he reported. "He says two people with special abilities broke into the

Two

on the spot. "You believe these liars? How many times

to trust the enemy's words. They were probably

"Listen up, unless you fancy dying, don't give them a chance to squawk. Kill

now. Just finish them off, no more

never have imagined being driven to a dead end because of one Snowflake. The first sub-level, destroyed. The second sub-level, destroyed. With

liked playing by

special material, after all. Could a living person be killed by holding in urine? First, they used an 1800-degree flamethrower continuously, then bombs or sulfuric acid for corrosion, and they even had high-speed

using the flamethrower, the door to the third sub-level opened. This was the last level of the underwater base. Light shone through. Stella didn't hesitate, cautiously entering with Jasper All four security checkpoints were open, offering no

was a gamble, and they could afford to stay in Arcadia for a few months. What about the Five Eyes Alliance? With the Russians waiting to pounce outside, the base's ventilation system destroyed, and poison gas everywhere, how long could the third sub-level's oxygen supply and power last? So,

face a hundred or so armed base members, the dark muzzles of their guns trained on them. "Whoo... Whoo..." The mournful howl of Snowflake filled the air. Stella followed the sound and saw Snowflake being

surrounded three base leaders as they approached. Stella frowned slightly. Were these Union Base's leaders? They seemed a

straight to the point: "If you want it to live, hand over

chuckle, "You want to trade