Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Meng

‘Oh, so being the trash guy means I don’t have rights?” The Blue Owl member cranked up the volume, making sure every eye was on him. “Look at the mountain of junk you guys dump every single day! My cart is already overflowing. If I’m stuck here all day, what happens to the rest of the base? You’re doubling my workload. I want more money, or I’m out of here!”

Just like that, a shouting match broke out.

The other guards took the bait. They crowded around, eager to get in on the argument.

Now.

osie grabbed the chain on the window. She triggered her Metal Manipulation, and the lock melted like butter. In a blur, she slipped inside.

Holy shit. Talk about a jackpot.

une really was a packrat.

All five floors of the villa were packed to the rafters.

Every door was locked, and every single room was crammed full.

The stash was insane. We’re talking mountains of staples–flour, rice, millet, sorghum, black rice, red rice. You name it, she had it. Then there were the stacks of self–heating hot pots, compressed rations, and military MREs.

Dehydrated veggie packs and rows of canned goods meant for the long haul.

f it wasn’t food, it was gear.

Two entire rooms were stuffed with clothes, boots, and hats.

t was all heavy–duty, military–grade stuff. Perfect for the apocalypse.

Then came the appliances–everything from big kitchen tech to small gadgets.

She even had raw materials: piles of metal, ceramic, and wood.

And the real gold mine–precious meds. Hard–to–find stuff for diabetes, high blood pressure, and heart conditions.

Then there’s the water–mostly just bottles and gallon jugs.

Then there was the fuel–gas and diesel. The high–stakes stuff. In this world, that was harder to find than anything.

It had literally everything.

This stash alone was way bigger than what Zane had stored.

osie rubbed her hands together. “Thanks for the donation, June,” she smirked. “Don’t mind if I do!

She raised her hand. Swipe. Everything vanished into her

space.

Loom after room, she cleared them out.

One floor down, then the next,

Once the top floors were empty, she headed downstairs.

The massive basement storage was packed to the brim with fresh fruits and vegetables.

This was the freaking apocalypse.

Fresh produce was worth more than gold Only the ultra–rich could afford to eat like this

And yet, June had a whole damn basement full of it

No wonder everyone said June was loaded.

Loaded‘ didn’t even cover it. The girl was filthy, stinking rich

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These supplies alone could feed a crew of a thousand. Easy.

And now? It was all Josie’s. Every last scrap, sucked straight into her Space.

Once the place was picked clean, Josie didn’t hang around. She turned and bolted.

She got about ten paces away before letting out a sharp, cat–like meow to signal.

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The Blue Owl Squad member out front, who was busy distracting the guards, caught Josie’s signal. He snapped at them, “Whatever. I’m done wasting my breath on you idiots. I’ll just let my boss handle this.”

He shoved the trash cart and stormed off, acting like he was in a foul mood.

t was pouring. Between his heavy raincoat and the trash cart, June’s team actually believed he was just the guy on garbage duty. They didn’t suspect a hing.

They had absolutely no clue they’d just been robbed blind.

Meanwhile, in the middle of a fight with the Undead, June felt a sudden wave of dread hit her. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She couldn’t shake he feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

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