18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 103

Before they knew it, they had spent five hours in the Arcadia. By now, it should be around six in the evening. Under the extreme weather, the sky had completely darkened.

Jasper, dressed in his clothes, awkwardly held his swimming trunks, "Should I wash it and return it to you?"

Stella felt really awkward and responded, "It looks good on you. Consider it a gift."

His body was well proportioned and looked really good. But then she realized what she had just said. It was too late to cover her mouth.

Indeed, Jasper's face turned red. He was a man of reciprocation, "Thank you, the outfit you wore today looks great too."

Stella and Jasper didn’t say anything further. Fine, both of them were of the same sort, and no one should think too highly of the other.

With the bullet loaded, Stella sneaked out of Arcadia.

The room was pitch dark and quiet, and you could barely see your hand in front of you. She stood in the dark for a while, ensuring no one was around, then she turned on her flashlight and dimmed it to the lowest setting.

The door to the corridor was opened, the entire building was silent, but lights could be vaguely seen in the other buildings.

They didn’t know when the law enforcement officers would withdraw, and it wasn't a good idea to just sit around and wait, so they quietly made their way downstairs.

There was a caution line at the main entrance on the first floor, and soldiers were guarding the door.

They returned to the second floor, entered the suite, opened the window, tied the escape rope, and descended to the first floor under the cover of darkness.

Today, a considerable number of people were out for the mission, and survivors were queuing with their heads down, being taken out of the residential area and arranged in a line to board large trucks for transportation.

Some were emotional and unwilling to leave, "I can eat half-full here. Can I get enough food if I follow your arrangements?"

A senior woman clung stubbornly to a tree, emotionally challenging the police, "I haven't done anything illegal. Why are you arresting me?"

A police officer was so infuriated by her that his blood pressure shot up, "You haven't done anything illegal? Do you know how many people have been killed by the things you made?"

He couldn't even imagine the extent of the harm it would have caused to society if The Chaos hadn't been dealt with in time.

"I just did whatever they asked me to do." The senior woman was very stubborn, her voice getting louder and louder, "I'm just an employee. I do what the boss says. How is that illegal? I didn't want to do it either, but you government people don't provide me with foo. How can I feed my children at home?"

As she spoke, she burst into tears. Eventually, she was mercilessly taken away.

Unity Village was bathed in patchy light, and there were law enforcement posts. It wasn't simple to sneak out. The two of them hid in various places. Iit was impossible to exit through the main gate. They could only climb over the two-story commercial building at the base of the residential area and jump onto the road outside.

Just when they reached a secluded corner of the skirt building, they heard approaching footsteps.

The person coming was holding a walkie-talkie, his voice full of excitement, "Notify the Food Bureau immediately. We’ve got a large amount of food here. I estimate at least several hundred thousand pounds. These people not only hoarded protection grain, but also robbed supermarkets and wholesale markets. Tell them to send more cars, transport all of them away as soon as possible, and remember to properly hand over the rest of the supplies."

Several hundred thousand pounds of food?

Stella remembered that in her last life, the public trial revealed it was around one hundred and thirty thousand pounds. They probably squandered it as food became harder to find, or used it for shady deals.

The man hung up the walkie-talkie and was about to leave, but someone else came over, "Evan, we've interrogated all the core members of The Chaos, and checked their handwriting, but we haven't found the person who sent us the anonymous letter."

"None of the two anonymous letters matched?"