18 Floors Above the Apocalypse
Chapter 229

Indeed, the sudden departure of armed police was a golden opportunity for these ruthless thugs.

If they decided to storm Building 5, she could take refuge in Arcadia and even manage to wait until military support showed up. But what about the other residents of Eastwood Eden? Over a hundred lives were at stake.

Sipping her apple juice, Stella asked, "What would happen if they really did it?"

Jasper thought for a moment. "They could seize the building, take the other refugees and Eastwood Eden residents as hostage and food, and establish a private base against the authorities." "But even if the official manpower is lacking, the military will eventually come. Can they resist that?"

As long as they could seize control of Eastwood Eden before the arrival of the military, take a large number of hostages, and use them as human shields, they could gain advantages in the negotiations. Moreover, they were just low-class thugs, greatly underestimating the strength and iron-fisted tactics of the military.

How to describe them? In short, they had a casual attitude towards life and death, were ready to take action if challenged, and believed that to thrive, one had to take risks.

In this post-apocalyptic world, there was no shortage of such desperadoes.

Dinner was unusually lavish that night.

Not only was there a seafood feast, but also chicken, duck, and fish. It was even more extravagant than a Thanksgiving spread, leaving Cooper and Rosie both dumbfounded. Stella picked up her fork. "Eat up, everyone. Make sure you're full."

During his conversation with Mark, Jasper voiced his concerns. "If they really try to break in at night, the patrol team won't be able to hold them off. You guys just take care of yourselves and don't bother coming to Building 5." The goal was to avoid any innocent casualties.

After hanging up, Stella asked with a smile, "Jasper, are you planning to go all out?"

"No matter what, we can't let them hurt you."

They had explosives and Molotov cocktails, and even some submachine guns. If things got out of hand, they could leave under the cover of darkness; hopefully they wouldn't put Mark and his people in a difficult position.

However, they didn't expect that the thugs couldn't even wait till midnight. They were already getting restless at nine o'clock.

The dog started growling as a warning. Following that, there were cries of agony from outside, likely someone being killed.

Stella's heart tightened at the thought of the innocent people being harmed. Wearing her night vision goggles, she went to the balcony and saw shadows moving across the building. Some were even carrying knives as they emerged from the prefab houses. These prefab houses were where the staff lived.

Soon after, the barricade vibrated, and people started overturning it, forming human pyramids and cutting through the wire. Hundreds of people gathered beneath the barricade, resembling dark wolves in the night.

No matter how high or sturdy the barricade was, it couldn't withstand their onslaught. They quickly tore a big hole in the barricade, and a massive crowd surged through.

Jasper warned them over the walkie-talkie. "They're coming, be careful."

After hanging up, he noticed that there were leaders among the attackers. After days of observation, they had discovered that only one household was living in Building 5. It was the easiest target. So, they all headed towards Building 5, trying to push the doors down. Suddenly, there were screams as several people fell down. Yes, Stella had turned the electric fence to its maximum. She would take no responsibility for anyone who got electrocuted or stunned.

They quickly realized that it was an electric fence. Some tried to build a human ladder to climb to the second floor, while others searched for wooden stakes to ram the door.

"Bam, bam, bam!"

Fireworks suddenly lit up from the roof of Building 1. And there were several in a row, which were particularly beautiful in the pitch-dark night sky.

This was Mark's signal. He had agreed with the government that if he set off fireworks in succession, it meant that they were under attack from the refugees and needed urgent help. Now, it was a critical moment!

He stood on the roof, watching hundreds of people surrounding Building 5, his forehead covered in sweat.

This was an organized and premeditated attack. Once they broke into Building 5, they would swallow Buildings 1-3, and the fate of the residents was unimaginable.

As the fireworks exploded, he kept calling for help over the radio, but there was no response.

Seeing the fireworks, the thugs did not back down, but instead, they sped up their attacks. Tonight was the best opportunity. They wanted to completely seize and occupy Eastwood Eden before the military arrived. They found some insulated wood and rammed it hard against the door. As the crowd gathered, Stella uncovered the canvas-covered object, a spraying machine and a cylindrical metal oil drum.

200 liters of mixed diesel and gasoline, they were in for a treat.

She pulled out the spray head, stood on the fourth floor balcony, and aimed at the crowd below, pressing the switch without hesitation. The diesel and gasoline sprayed out in a fan shape, falling like rain.

Monkey was indeed a trustworthy businessman. The quality of the spraying machine was top-notch, and the spray was very even. She must thank him the next time she saw him.

The cool liquid fell on their faces and bodies, and the thugs below were taken aback. Was it raining?

Wait, why did this rain smell so pungent? Damn, it was gasoline!

They never thought that gasoline would rain down from the sky. Those who were slow to react looked up and saw someone spraying gasoline from the building.

"It's gasoline. Get out of the way!"

Someone shouted, and the thugs who realized what was happening started to retreat. But it was useless, by the time they retreated to a safe distance, they were already drenched in gasoline.

Stella continued to spray, trying to treat everyone equally, ensuring that all the thugs were doused in gasoline, so no one could accuse her of playing favorites.

After the gasoline drum was emptied, she threw away the hose, lit a torch from Arcadia, and said to the crowd below with a cold smile, "Come on, keep pushing. Why stop now? You couldn't even break down a door, pathetic!"

The insulted thugs shouted obscenities at Stella. However, before they could finish their words, they were shot in the heart by an arrow and died on the spot.

Fearing it would attract the attention of the military and police, Jasper didn't use guns. Instead, he shot several arrows in succession, killing off several thugs. After plotting for several days, killing the staff, and launching a large-scale attack, the dawn of victory was in sight, and the thugs were more excited than ever. What they didn't expect was that they couldn't even break down the door of the apartment building, and were soaked in gasoline, with several people dead. Damn unlucky!