18 Floors Above the Apocalypse
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. lit 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 replace, 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?"

"None."

"That's not possible. The anonymous letters detailed everything minutely; one even drew out the sentry posts and passes. The whistle blower must be a high-ranking member of The Chaos who has access to confidential information."

The man was suspicious, not only about the anonymous letters, but also about who created the opportunity for them today. This was a bikini party, apart from the people in The Chaos, who else could bring weapons under their watch? The shooting skills were also impeccable.

"Do we have results on the bullet that shot the head?"

"The medical examiner just gave the results. The bullet is from our internal system, but it doesn't belong to Griffith."

The man frowned, replaceing it contradictory and illogical.

Could it be that this person had been undercover for a long time? But now that their nest had been taken down, there was no reason for him not to come forward.

"Interrogate them more thoroughly, and pay attention to the rescued survivors."

"Okay, Evan."

The man noted it down and asked, "The city council sent people to ask, how do we plan to deal with these criminals?"

"I suggest severe punishment to curb this wrongdoing. Anyone who has killed should be executed, as for those who haven't, they should be sent to prison and then to the west mountain to dig for coal. After a six-month observation period, if they show signs of repentance, they could be released. In addition, we should mobilize the public to report any members of The Chaos on the run. They must all be caught and punished."

He didn't expect the nest they took down to be so large; they probably wouldn't be able to rest for a while. With the walkie-talkie in hand, the man was arranging tasks as he walked.

Stella hid in the darkness, listening to the conversation clearly. Two anonymous letters? She subconsciously thought of Jasper, the one who understood The Chaos even better than her. Besides him, who else could it be?

But Stella wouldn't be stupid enough to ask.

In the apocalyptic world, you can have anything, but curiosity was something you couldn't afford.

Curiosity killed the cat, and never try to peek into someone else's secrets.

As for Jasper, she had a vague guess, but she decided to keep it buried in her heart.

When the man left, Jasper climbed up the building and then pulled Stella up with a rope. Just as they got up and started to leave, a beam of light suddenly shone from a distance, "Who's there?"

Jasper pulled Stella and ran, rapid footsteps following, "Stop, or we'll shoot!"

With agile movements, he climbed the window and landed firmly on the street. "Jump down. I'll catch you."

The soldier from the skirt building was quickly climbing the wall. Stella had to jump whether she wanted to or not. She hoped that her good neighbor would definitely catch her. She didn't want to be smashed into pulp. Relying on her trust in his abilities, she gritted her teeth and jumped. She didn't fall to the ground, and was actually caught by Jasper, who rotated to absorb the impact.

Feeling a bit dizzy, she hadn't recovered yet when he pulled her hand and started running.

Good neighbor Jasper had long legs that were out of this world, running like a speeding car.

Stella was once the sprint champion in the school sports meet, but she was still being pulled along by him, almost flying.

Really, it's like her body was flying in front while her soul was chasing from behind.