18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 577

Mark didn't waste any time bringing Evan on board. One would manage the paperwork, while the other kept the peace. They had worked together back in Griffith, so they knew each other well. This partnership was bound to be seamless.

Stella walked up to them. "Evan."

Evan nodded. "Perfect timing."

Seeing Poppy, both angry and helpless, Stella asked, "What's going on?"

"Stella, someone's stolen the livestock from the farm."

Stella was stunned. ".

"..."

So, the big-shot head of the Inspectorate came all this way just to investigate

some missing farm animals? This was Evan, a key figure in Griffith's justice system, usually dealing with high-stakes cases. And now, he's chasing after stolen poultry?

But then again, in these catastrophic times, human life had become cheap.

No joke, livestock was now incredibly valuable. It wasn't just about feeding people; they were crucial for maintaining ecological balance.

To put it bluntly, these animals weren't just livestock; they were symbols of civilization.

Overnight, more than twenty animals had vanished from the farm: chickens, ducks, geese, quails, and turkeys, all ready to lay fertile eggs. It was downright infuriating.

The worst part? The thief knocked out the farm guard. In the freezing cold, the poor guy bled out in the snow.

Security at the base was tight, with firearms and ammunition strictly prohibited. Petty theft happened, but the farm was owned by the boss's daughter, and the base had a 20% stake in it.

Poppy couldn't figure out who would be so bold as to stir up trouble like this.

Nearby, the victim's family wailed as if the world was ending.

brow furrowed. “Evan, can you catch the

had a lead. He was calm and steady. "Not a big deal, but it'll take some

a piece of cake for him. Stella wasn't worried. "Alright, then I'll leave

ordered the body to be taken back to the station. Aside from ensuring the farm's cooperation, they had to console the victim's

Stella readily agreed.

walked away, she turned to Poppy. "What's your

"Don't worry, Stella.

an air of seasoned wisdom. Stella's

this messed-up world, life's cheap. They're making a scene to get a better deal,

plan. "I suggest we give them a pair of breeding chickens and offer the guard's son his father's job to

if they

killer is the one who owes them, not the farm, which is also a victim. We're offering this out

truly

comes up, you know where to find

structure

one of the greenhouses. Stella didn't disturb her

were thriving,

the care of an agricultural expert appointed by

and honeysuckle saplings with a smile breaking through

is a blessing. The base has

had sickened many survivors and devastated many crops, but it only invigorated

was infectious. Stella asked, "Uncle, what

now, with snow to nourish the soil, and they'll make it through the planting season. These plants love sun and withstand drought. If we can establish a

with optimism. "I know you understand agriculture. These seedlings are cold-resistant and

and the others. "Youth is hope. With your perseverance, the

attitude and eloquent speech made Stella inquire.

was Horace Hsin, a national-level

his mentor was none other than the renowned agronomist known

I could get you hybrid rice seeds, could

of thought, he replied. "It's tough, but with the seeds and five years, I'm

them, salvaged from a high-tech agricultural outpost. She had barely planted