18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 188

The window rolled down, leaving the man hit in the thigh by Jasper collapsed on the ground.

The Marauder blasted through the wall, as if it was crushing a muffin. Stella demolished all the roadblocks before parking the car. She stepped out, walking over to the injured man with a cold, killing glare.

Craving some pot roast, huh? Wanted to take Rosie to see cocks? Tossed a bomb on the 18th floor, almost blew her to bits, was it thrilling? A real rush?

These people set up roadblocks, collected tolls, and treated lives like weeds.

Stella was just about ready to pulverize him, but she held back for the upcoming mission. She stepped on his bald head, her face full of contempt and mockery, "This is all you got? What an embarrassment. I'm ashamed for you.

"Tell your boss to get lost if he knows what's good for him. If he dares to mess with Alpha Outpost again, he'll be using his skull for a piss pot.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare your life. Now, get lost!"

The bald man's face contorted with pain and anger, but he didn't dare to resist. He limped away, his thigh bleeding heavily.

Back in the car, Jasper handed Stella a bottle of cold water. She gulped down several mouthfuls, calming her rage and frustration. She drove the car into the deserted woods, wiped off her makeup and changed into clean clothes.

Switching to the Hummer, they headed towards Silver Asylum.

Stella warned the dog, "Cooper, we're going to blend in at the base for a few days. Play your part and don't show off too much."

Cooper cocked his head, as if trying to decipher his owner's words.

Jasper, on the other hand, was much gentler, "Don't worry, Rosie. I'll protect you."

It would be a lie to say she wasn't scared, but knowing she had Jasper, Stella, and Cooper with her, Rosie felt a bit more at ease.

Stella noticed that Rosie had matured significantly since she stabbed that guy. With Jasper's rigorous training over the past two years, her combat abilities were not bad. She just lacked cruel experience, making it easy for her to be fooled by the seasoned.

Rosie knew the risks involved, but her eyes gradually hardened, "I'm not scared."

When the bomb exploded, her ears rang and her mind went blank. The endless waiting reminded her of when her parents left, smiling at her, "Wait for us at home, Rosie. We'll be back soon."

But they never came back.

She was terrified that Jasper, Stella, and Cooper might not come back either. No. Even if it was dangerous, she didn't want to be separated from them.

Silver Asylum was close, just thirty miles from the post, nestled in a village at the foot of the mountain.

With rows of buildings, one after another, it was not hard to figure it out that these were once the houses of the village residents. As for where those villagers had gone, Stella didn't want to think about it.

The village was surrounded by a concrete wall and the entrance was guarded. The Hummer was stopped from afar, and Stella and the others were once again surrounded, "What are you doing here?"

Jasper lowered the car window, his expression stern, "We're from Sunrise Sanctuary on the 18th floor. Your boss invited us."

It was probably because the people from the 18th floor were too famous, and it had made Silver Asylum's death list, so all eyes turned to them. There was anger, contempt, scorn, even astonishment or shock.