18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 500

"Why even ask why?" Little Joe ditched his usual dopey strongman act, his eyes

now ice-cold and menacing. "A Little Joe who doesn't want to be the Big Man ain't a good Little Joe at all."

Mikey had been leaning on Big Bro for decades, even relying on him to defend their turf. Without Big Bro's connections, where would he get any military might?

The chance to strike had been elusive, but as fate would have it, a formidable foe barged in, and Big Bro had already taken out the fourth and fifth in line.

If he didn't make his move now, he'd be the next to bite the dust.

Special abilities? He wasn't dumb enough to expose his mind.

What good were special abilities if you could just crush them? Then the Arctic would be his for the taking.

Mikey hit the floor, his dying gaze fixed on Little Joe. So, he had been using him all along!

Little Joe didn't care for that look in his eyes. He squatted down with a smirk and said, "You got nothing, so what makes you think you could be the Big Man?"

The allies he had secretly bought were all his own plants.

Little Joe wasn't much for talking; a bullet sent Mikey to the great beyond.

Blood splattered across his face, and as he wiped it off and tasted it, a gruesome smile crept over his lips. Then his eyes turned to Stella, lying there, badly injured and unconscious.

Kill her, and it would all be over.

Sure, a lot of people had died at the base, but none of them were his people. Their deaths only made things easier for him.

With weapons in hand, starting over would be a breeze.

He stood up slowly, ready to finish Stella off.

But out of nowhere, Snowflake, lying in a pool of blood, sprang to life.

Not only was its movement swift, but it also bit into Little Joe's throat with the precision and ferocity of a lightning bolt.

"Ahh..."

Armed soldiers rushed over, but no one dared to shoot recklessly. What if they hit the Big Man?

The incident was so sudden that everyone's attention had been elsewhere, never expecting the seemingly dying Snowflake to be faking it.

The wolf is the craftiest of them all.

"Bang!"

A gunshot sounded, hitting Little Joe square in the head.

guns around, only to see Jasper,

deluge of snow fell from above, instantly burying them. Then came several cargo containers, smashing down on top of

the pain as she ran to Jasper,

Arcadia, the two, covered in pig's blood, clung to each other,

"Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?"

the same

the mere thought of it sent shivers down their spines! Stella knew that

exposure was both a

for the rulers of a post-apocalyptic world. They were all too aware

used Arcadia to keep

effects of using Arcadia, making them think they had

set them

all sorts of characters could be found. Faced with such

Stella dared to take

was

each other tightly, unable to control the

go through such an

the midst of their embrace, Snowflake, lying

and crouched down

thigh, causing a lot of blood loss but no threat to its

complex, Stella quickly tended to the wolf, stopping the bleeding, stitching the wound, and

and Jasper stripped off their

swellings all over

but thankfully, no fatal

gear and ate

the situation

they didn't linger in

quiet. Stella collected the snow, the cargo containers, and the buried

there were no

of Big Man, Mikey, and Little

the shadows, and Russian forces

at any moment.

instead searching for the

along, keeping close

didn't take long to find

two bodies lay there,

destroy the equipment but instead packed it

could be

even the power supplies were

the control room, the commotion

likely breached the perimeter.

would likely lead to a direct

along with Snowflake, were not in a condition