18 Floors Above the Apocalypse
Chapter 260

Upon seeing Stella, Monkey was overjoyed, "We came looking for the Boss, but these guards won't let us in."

The security team captain explained, "It's not that we won't let you in. We're just looking out for the safety of the community. Non-residents can't enter unless the homeowner comes to fetch them."

The Homeowners Association had made this rule, and it was for the best, especially with the chaos outside. If anyone and everyone could wander in, security would indeed be compromised. However, why hadn't she received any notification? Stella suggested, "Since there's a rule against entering, could you relay a message for us?"

"Sorry, but that's not part of our job as security."

Interesting.

Stella retorted, "So, you won't let people in, you won't relay a message, and there's no phone contact. What exactly are we supposed to do?"

Monkey and the rest were furious, "They're clearly just being difficult."

Neither side backed down, and the tension was palpable.

Despite their savvy business skills, Monkey and his crew were no match for the security team. If a fight broke out, they'd definitely be at a disadvantage.

The security team was clearly being difficult, not letting them in. Stella decided on a different approach, turning to Monkey, "Is it urgent? Wait a bit and I'll pass on the message, let Austin come and fetch you."

Monkey and the rest wouldn't dare let their boss come and fetch them, "No, it's not urgent. We're just here to see him."

"Why don't you guys go back for now? Let Austin register and apply for entry, then you can come in."

This was the only option for now, but everyone was seething. These guards were really pushing their luck! A bunch of bullies!

Stella was equally displeased with the high-handed tactics of the upper class, but the orders had come from the Homeowners Association, so arguing with the security team wouldn't do much good.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she led Rosie inside.

"Ma'am," a security guard stopped her. "You can't go in."

Stella's gaze turned steely, "I live in unit 50. Didn't you see me when I left?"

"Sorry, but we don't have you registered. We can't confirm that you're a resident of unit 50, and furthermore, the homeowner of unit 50 hasn't paid the homeowner's fees."

Stella's temper flared, "Was I informed when the Homeowners Association was formed? When was it announced that homeowner's fees needed to be paid? Was I notified when new entry requirements were implemented?" "We're just carrying out orders."

"So, I bought a house here and now I can't go home?"

"If you can't prove that you're a resident, we can't let you in."

Stella understood then. This was a collective effort by the wealthy to exclude those who didn't fit in their class.

Fine, very well.

Stella's eyes grew cold, "What if I insist on going in today?"

"We'll have to stick to the rules. Please understand."

Stella let go of Rosie's hand and signaled her to move away. Then, she strode towards the entrance.

A security guard reached out, trying to restrain her. Suddenly, Stella clenched her fist and delivered a powerful punch to his belly. Her move was swift as lightning, and she used all her strength.

The guard was sent flying, landing several steps away, and passed out from the impact.

The other guards swarmed in. Jasper took action, and screams of pain echoed. Once in action, he wouldn't give anyone a chance to retaliate.

Two were sent flying, three had their arms dislocated, and one had his neck slammed against the glass of the security booth.

The glass shattered.

Rosie wasn't idle either. She suddenly launched into a spin kick, hitting an opponent in the jaw, and followed up with several punches.

Stella, with her years of experience with pressure points, was extremely accurate with her punches. Of course, she controlled her strength to merely injure, not kill.

They should be thankful this was Newtown, and Stella still had to live here for a few more years. Otherwise, she wouldn't hesitate to bring out her assault rifle.

The security team was quickly subdued, each member groaning on the ground. The other group of patrolling security guards, upon hearing the commotion, quickly grabbed their weapons and rushed over. Monkey almost cheered like a high school cheerleader, Stella was so cool!

Stella didn't even blink at their aggressive approach, unleashing the pent-up anger from all this time onto her fists.

Some people were just born to push the limits. You stepped back, and they thought you were scared, so they took ten steps forward.

You stepped back twice, and they became arrogant, trampling over you without remorse.

If she didn't show her strength today, they'd always mess with her.

Stella stopped aiming for pressure points, and grabbed one of their batons. She started beating the guards, avoiding vital areas but still hitting hard enough to cause serious pain.

A few tried to gang up on Jasper, but he swiftly disarmed them and sent them flying with a powerful kick.

A Maybach roared in from the distance, about to enter the community with the music blaring.

"Crash!"

A figure was thrown hard against the car. The airbags inflated instantly, and Bran, the driver, instinctively hit the brakes.

"Crash!"

"Crash!"

"Crash!"

By the time he pushed open the car door and crawled out from behind the airbags, four groaning security guards were sprawled on the car hood.

What the hell, who was this badass wreaking havoc everywhere?

Men, women, and, what the heck, a child?

"Ah!!!"

A figure flew towards his face, and Bran instinctively crouched and covered his head. That was close!

"Stop!"

A gruff voice of anger rang out. A bodyguard in a black suit appeared, aiming his gun at Stella from a distance.

Stella calmly warned, "I really don't like it when people point guns at me."

"You've got guts, causing trouble in Hopefield Community. Do you know whose territory this is."

"Are you deaf? If you point that gun at me again, face the consequences yourself."

"You're quite arrogant, ah..."

The gun fell from his hand, and a sharp military knife was embedded in the bodyguard's hand.

Jasper had thrown it.

Stella didn't even get a chance to react. She walked over, picked up the dropped gun, and pressed it against the bodyguard's forehead, sneering, "How does it feel to have a gun pointed at you?" Blood flowed freely, and the bodyguard's face turned pale from the pain.

Stella mocked him, "Which blind fool hired a doofus you? You'd probably lose your head without even realizing it."

The bodyguard bit his lip hard, refusing to make a sound.

"I'm confiscating your gun. Consider it the interest for the offense you've made." Stella gazed at the wealthy onlookers in the distance, raising her hand and firing a shot without hesitation. Screams echoed all around, men scrambling for cover, women losing their composure.

Looking at the security guards scattered on the ground, Stella's face was emotionless as she said, "Now, can we go in?"