18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 261

Howls echoed across the neighbourhood, but nobody responded.

The three of them left the scene with an air of nonchalance, as if they had merely been out for a stroll.

Monkey and his crew, who had witnessed the whole spectacle, were nearly slack-jawed in shock. Holy cow! How did that happen?

Bran was left dumbstruck. Who would have thought such formidable characters resided in their neighborhood, seemingly on par with the elite soldiers from the military base?

Twenty supposed security guards couldn’t even lay a finger on them. What good were they?

The wounded man was kicked off the hood of the car, and Bran tried to move the airbag aside, only to find that the car wouldn't start. Damn, the car was broken!

Worse still, his three super off-road vehicles had mysteriously disappeared. This was his last one. What the hell!

To think of all the money and connections he had spent to get those cars, especially the Paramount Marauder, the wildest armored car in the world. This was the first one in the country, and he had it. In a fit of rage, he lashed out with his foot. Those were his cars!

If he ever found out who had stolen them, he would make sure to get his revenge.

“Ouch!” Sounded like he twisted his foot.

As Bran pulled his foot back, he noticed his sandal was caught. Damn, even his sandal was broken. Those were 20,000-dollar sandals, and his last pair, too.

He angrily pounded on the steering wheel, the honking alarm piercing through the air.

This certainly caused quite the stir among the wealthy residents who had witnessed the trio’s brutal display.

Who were these people residing in Unit 50?

Even the little girl, with her soft and beautiful features, turned out to be a fierce powerhouse, breaking a man's jaw with a single kick. They had even incapacitated their bodyguards. Clearly, they had zero respect for the Porras family.

Could they be involved with the underworld? Heavens, how could such elements infiltrate their peaceful community? What would they do now? Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

They needed to come up with a plan. Now, they needed to stay calm and see what the Porras family would do.

The other wealthy residents, who had always looked down on the last two villas, rushed to hide in their houses at the sight of the people from Unit 50 approaching.

Back at Unit 50, the heavy wooden door was opened to reveal an excited Cooper.

After washing their hands and wiping their faces, Jasper asked Stella, “Are you hurt?”

“Just a bunch of nobodies,” Stella nonchalantly said, “All show and no substance.”

They walked around like they owned the place, but when push came to shove, they crumbled like sands. They were clearly here just for the paycheck.

“Rosie, how about you?”

Rosie shook her head at Jasper's question, “I’m fine, big brother.”

The dog, smelling the blood on his trainer, was immediately agitated. He had missed a fight!

All this excitement had made them hungry. It was time for dinner. They had roast pork, chicken with mushrooms, stir-fried crab, and some greens.

Rosie happily ate her meal, “The veggies I planted are ready to be plucked.”

“Great job, Rosie. We'll have your veggies for the next meal.”

The vegetable seeds were a product of agricultural research. They had thick, wrinkled leaves filled with fibers. They didn't look particularly appetizing, but they grew quickly and could withstand extreme weather conditions.

That night, they had sweet potatoes, frost-resistant potatoes, and veggies. All of it was prepared by Rosie, with Stella guiding her.

Knowing the value of resources, Rosie was extra frugal, even with cooking oil. As a result, the food was hard to swallow. But they had all experienced hunger, and none of them complained. No food was to be wasted.

That night, while they were watching a movie on the couch, their walkie-talkie buzzed. Austin’s voice came through, full of surprise, “What happened today? I just got back, and several people have already asked about you guys.”

“Nothing much, just a little brawl.”

“A brawl?” Austin sounded shocked, “Who did you fight?”

“No, they tried to fight us.”

“That’s impossible.” Stella was usually the one beating others up.

Stella didn't hide any details and recounted the day's events. Austin was silent at first, then he said angrily, “Stay where you are. I’m coming over.”

The upper floor was their private sanctuary, so they could only entertain Austin on the first floor. It was clear that after today's events, they would be at odds with the rest of the community. Austin wanted to come over, likely because he shared their concerns.

Austin arrived soon after, bringing his son, some peanuts, and beer. It seemed like he was planning on getting drunk.

Stella had no choice but to get out the mini electric grill, and asked Rosie to harvest some chives, pick some eggplants, and get some corn.

Dylan promptly offered to help, “Rosie, I’ll help you.”

As the two headed to the backyard, Dylan took out a lollipop from his pocket, “Rosie, why have you been ignoring me?”

Rosie smiled gently, “I’ve been sick and not feeling well lately, Dylan.”

“Is it because you don’t like them that you don’t play with me?” Dylan suddenly held her hand, “I won’t play with them anymore. It’ll just be the two of us.”

Actually, he didn't like them very much either. Whenever he had food, they would gather around, staring at him with their mouths watering. They would touch his clothes with unwashed hands and sometimes even steal things.

Dylan knew that times were tough outside, and he didn't really hate them. But whenever he was with them, he felt out of place. His father, however, seemed to enjoy it and often invited his friends’ children over. During the housewarming party, they had also surrounded Rosie, drooling at Cooper.

“But…” Rosie hesitated, “I’m really busy. I can’t play with you every day.”

“Then we’ll play when you’re not busy.”

Rosie thought for a moment, “Okay, but I won’t be able to play for long.”

Dylan was delighted and handed her the lollipop.

The dried squid was quickly grilled, its fragrance filling the room. Torn into small pieces and dipped in soy sauce, it was crunchy and delicious.

Three years into the apocalypse, Austin didn't expect the high society to be so exclusive. So what if they were high society? They were all human beings. What was so special about them?

“After three years into the apocalypse, most people have become quite courteous. But now that we're all living in the same area, the competition and comparisons have started again.

“They had supplies, some even had minor connections with the government, but nothing substantial. It always seemed like the wealthy big mouths were the ones stirring up trouble.

“But the Porras family was different. Their ties with the government were solid, and they had significantly contributed to the development of Newtown.

“This time around, the return of the Porras family was facilitated by the government. They not only permitted the Porras family's bodyguards to bear arms, but also designated a vast piece of land in Newtown for them. They were to assist in revitalizing the industry, setting up factories and plantations, to foster Newtown's economic growth and job creation.

"Today, you guys fought hard, incapacitating their bodyguards. I'm worried the Porras family won't let this go so easily. You should stay vigilant."