18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 230

Curses were flying, but no one dared to advance, fearing that a blazing torch might suddenly be hurled their way. The crowd quickly dispersed, keeping a safe distance from building No.5.

The leader acted swiftly, diverting the mob to attack other buildings instead. Buildings 1-3 were filled with people, many armed and standing on the balconies, anxiously watching building No.5.

They had binoculars and had heard the rioters loudly discussing gasoline.

Seeing the thugs retreat from building No.5, they realized that the thugs had been doused with gasoline. The residents didn't expect that Jasper and Stella were so capable, they’d stored gasoline and managed to repel the mob.

Mark reacted quickly, "Quick, make torches."

Residents with firewood quickly fashioned several torches and lit them. Buildings 1-3 were soon illuminated with torchlight.

The rioters were all soaked. If they caught fire, they would go up in flames.

Mark commanded through the walkie-talkie, "Everyone, don't be afraid. If they attack, we will throw torches."

Most rioters were ordinary people who joined only in the past few days, thinking they would get plenty of food and drink. They never expected to fail to take building No.5, which only housed one family.

Suddenly, a shrill siren sounded in the distance. Police sirens!

In the darkness, not only police cars were moving, but also several large trucks were rapidly advancing towards Eastwood Eden.

No, not trucks, military vehicles. Damn, the military was here.

The mobsters panicked, quietly retreating and then turning to run.

Once one started running, others followed. Soon, half had fled. Some returned to the camp pretending to be innocent, while others ran aimlessly in the dark.

With the team dispersed, it was hard to keep them under control. The leaders were furious. As they watched the police cars and military forces getting closer and closer, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and reluctantly give up the Eastwood Eden that was within arm's reach.

They'd thought it would be easy to take over Eastwood Eden with over a hundred people. But they ended up like this.

Where could they run to?

In the darkness, gunshots rang out from all directions, like fireworks on the 4th of July. Although late, help had arrived.

Stella packed up her things. Jasper used the walkie-talkie to contact Mark and expressed in a tactful manner that he didn't want to be in the limelight and simply wished for a peaceful life.

Mark got it, "Okay, I'll handle what happened tonight."

The sound of gunfire continued intermittently, sometimes near, sometimes far, all night long. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the sound finally subsided.

Stella turned off the light and went to bed, paying no attention to the events outside. When she opened her eyes again, it was already past seven o'clock.

The bodies on the ground had been removed. Mark was walking through the community with Evan, chatting under building No.5.

After a few minutes of conversation, Mark returned to Eastwood Eden, while Evan returned to the camp through the broken barricade.

Two of the camp staff and security patrollers who stayed behind last night were killed, and the remaining eight were tied up.

The government had anticipated the potential risks of the camp, but they couldn't just abandon the countless disaster-stricken people because of the risks.