18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 520

Stella had a feeling Russia would agree, but she didn't expect it to be this easy. Jasper was on board too, ready to teach the Russians how to fly planes.

Once the deal was set, a few Russians showed up to learn how to grow vegetables, and Jasper went over to teach them the ins and outs of helicopter flying. With snowmobiles at their disposal, commuting daily was a breeze.

Jasper had a daily ritual of heading to the reef where the ice was breaking, marking it and watching it rise a bit more each day. It wasn't growing quickly, but there was always something new to see.

The latest from the Russian hunting squads was that with summer on the horizon, the Arctic ice was starting to melt. Hearing that mountains were forming, some teams that had stocked up for winter were already setting sail for distant shores. They yearned for land, hoping to find a new place to settle.

But they were out of fuel, drifting with the wind and currents, unsure of where they'd end up. Still, hope was alive in their hearts. Was the sea risky? When wasn't there a risk in the face of natural disasters?

The wealthy elite, upon learning that Stella and her crew were planning to leave, were antsy too. Their crew was solid, leaving a hundred people to guard the ships along the coast. These ships had planes and plenty of fuel. The richest folks weren't doing too badly in the Arctic, but who didn't want a better life?

So, they sent someone to snoop around, asking where Stella and her group were headed. With her usual flair, Stella replied, "I'm tired of the Arctic. I'm off to Ocean Point Naval Station for a vacation to clear my head."

The wealthy folks left in a huff, their faces stormy. Stella chuckled. If she had said they'd go wherever the wind took them, would they have believed her? They might have thought she was hiding something.

Rosie always thought growing vegetables was straightforward. But teaching the Russians was a different story. Even her usually good temper was tested.

"Guys, they are really... something else," one of the helpers couldn't help but complain. "Taking notes is one thing, but they insist on using measuring cups for the nutrient solution and weighing the fertilizer. I said just eyeball it, and they ask what that means!"

learn through trial and error. But the Russians were meticulous, thinking Rosie had an attitude and was holding back valuable information. Every question about each vegetable had to be answered repeatedly,

often had to resort to hand gestures. Rosie was going

mind, Stella called Ivans over. But Ivans, that rascal, after spending just half a day with Rosie, couldn't take his eyes off her and even said he didn't want

you're truly beautiful,"

smack Ivans with an airplane wing. Only after noticing their murderous glares did Ivans come to his senses, clutching

was more like Rosie was a blooming

with him. Jasper's lessons also

making many envious. A new day dawned, and the Black Hawk descended, landing smoothly outside. Ivans and a few

greeted them with

Ivans said, "I wish you fair winds.

thank you for all your help." After seeing off the helicopter, the Russians didn't rush to leave; instead, they wanted to stay and help. Stella

items were already stored in Arcadia, leaving only compressed tents, waterproof tarps, clothes, food, and a few boxes of antique artifacts Ivans had sent over. The ice house was a sham, with no containers

the flight instruments, while Stella said her goodbyes to the Russians. Many neighbors came to watch, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy. The propellers whipped up

helicopter took off, the neighbors

got

the first one

eyes filled with malice, almost willing to kill

them all out

left behind many items: unburned crocodile dung in the corners, bones tossed aside, artifact boxes chopped up for firewood, and shattered