The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 650

Chapter 650

Seeing that the thief had already been tormented half to death, Nicole showed a rare bit of mercy and told him to get lost.

If the dogs actually mauled him to death, she wasn’t taking responsibility for it.

Nicole was genuinely angry and punished both dogs by making them skip dinner.

The world had already fallen into chaos after years of natural disasters. If they attacked someone who tried to hurt them, that was one thing. But today, they caught a thief and treated him like a toy.

Sure, the guy had it coming, but what if the dogs got used to this and started doing the same thing to innocent people?

Those two dogs couldn’t be left together for too long. Sooner or later, they were going to cause serious trouble.

Nicole had always been fiercely protective of her own, so she immediately called Marcus over the radio and snapped, “Come get Dumbo and take him home.”

Her Cola was such a good boy. Dumbo was obviously the bad influence here.

“I can’t. He’s got four legs. If he wants to go somewhere, how am I supposed to stop him?”

“Come get him. I’ll owe you a meal.”

“Barbecue?”

“Fine!”

Marcus showed up in a Land Rover, then leaned against the hood with his hands in his pockets like he was posing for a magazine and whistled at the mastiff.

Dumbo clearly didn’t want to leave, but he still obediently climbed into the car.

Nicole casually asked, “Jason’s arm healed yet?”

“Nope. Broke it again.”

Nicole rubbed her forehead. “Did they ever find Valerie?”

Marcus gave her a sideways look. “You’ve already got Zeph. Should you really be this interested in another guy?”

What the hell? Nicole nearly choked.

This was coming from the guy who used to party nonstop and blow money on multiple women in one night. And now he was lecturing her?

Natural disasters really did change people.

Nicole shot him a look. “What’s your problem?”

The three of them took the deeds and made a special trip to the real estate trading center.

In exchange, they received more than a dozen varieties of heirloom seeds, over a hundred pounds in total, along with two truckloads of books.

Jeremy and Hughie’s apartments took two weeks to sell. Since they were farther from downtown, they went for a little less, but the two families still made out pretty well.

They sold the red Ferrari as well. With the money from the car and the apartments, they pulled a few strings and actually managed to get enough glass. To finish enclosing the rooftop, they even hired Weasel and the others to help.

The smog dragged on, but life still had to go on. Sven found a way to get glass for his group, too, and one rooftop enclosure after another started going up.

After the polar night and the smog turned everything upside down, most of the homeowners in the neighborhood had fallen on hard times. Meanwhile, people like Sven, Jeremy, and the others kept doing better and better.

Their situations had completely reversed.

The more glamorous someone’s life had once been, the worse off they seemed now.

The temperature eventually climbed to 133°F and stayed there for two full weeks.

The crushing heat was brutal, but the virus seemed to be fading. New infections became rare, and hardly anyone was coughing up blood anymore.