18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 250

A traitor, someone betrayed them!

The fourth shot. The fifth shot.

The bandits had to retreat to the ruins in the distance.

For a novice like Stella, the mission was a bit tough.

Jasper ordered a retreat, "Let them catch their breath."

Rosie and Cooper standing behind him. Rosie had a look of envy on her face, "Jasper, I want to shoot too."

It was not that Jasper didn't want to teach her, but the sniper bullets were limited, and Rosie's height posed limitations, "Don't worry, next time for sure."

The sniper was equipped with a silencer, and the distance was quite far. When the first man fell, Mark didn't react in time.

But then the second one, the third one...

If he still couldn't figure it out, then he would be a real fool.

As the ruffians retreated for the time being, Mark was deeply moved. He didn't expect Jasper and Stella to save Eastwood Eden single-handedly again. This debt of gratitude was beyond repayable.

After shooting, they drew the curtains and went back to sleep.

Their biological clocks were messed up. They didn't wake up until after ten o'clock. After washing up, they had brunch.

Rosie, after washing the dishes, was watering the peanuts and sweet potatoes on the terrace when she suddenly said anxiously, "Jasper, they're back."

A pack of hungry wolves would not give up a fat sheep just because of a single failure.

Jasper didn't rush to take action but taught Stella how to quickly identify the leader in a seemingly chaotic crowd.

Eye contact, body language, gestures, clothing, even posture, all of these can serve as a secret language to convey orders. Obviously, after yesterday's failure, they had switched leaders and continued their dangerous mission. Carefully probing, they approached step by step.

Despite the chaos, Jasper remained calm and quickly identified the target to be eliminated.

Stella was quick to learn. Although she was still a greenhorn compared to him, she had survived two apocalypses, and her insight was far above average. After careful observation, she identified them all.

Jasper praised, "Good job, I only had a 90% accuracy rate when I first started."

They went up to the 10th floor, set up the rifle, and took out the leaders one by one.

Stella turned in a perfect answer sheet and carried the sniper rifle downstairs.

Rosie was a bit disappointed. What happened to the promise of 'next time for sure'? Her brother lied.

Between men and women, there was indeed a difference in intuition. During dinner, Stella noticed Rosie's disappointment. She shut the door and reminded Jasper, "Rosie's grown up. She's not as easy to trick as before. Even if she doesn't say anything, she has thoughts in her mind. You need to be careful."

Jasper, who had no experience with children, reflected on himself and then taught Rosie how to use a sniper rifle.

The gun was unloaded, but Rosie was overjoyed, especially when she received her brother's praise, her eyes full of stars.

Jasper patted her on the head, feeling a bit guilty. He realized he needed to be more careful in the future.

On the third day, the bandits returned, as if they were playing a zombie game.

This time there were no brightly colored clothes. They seemed a bit desperate, two teams of people rushed straight to the cornfield to plunder the corn.

The residents, who had been holding back their anger, charged forward with their weapons.

The mobs were extremely vicious, but they were malnourished and physically weaker than the residents who had received Jasper's training.

Jasper had only trained one group, but he had chosen excellent team members to teach apprentices, and the results were quite significant after a year.

When it came to food and life, neither side held back, and they quickly started fighting.

Jasper had been waiting for this day, the puppet master behind the scenes finally couldn't hold back.

Behind the ruins, a shadow quietly appeared. He thought he was being cautious, but Jasper wouldn't miss the opportunity and directly aimed his gun.

Stella watched the whole process through binoculars, seeing dust rise from the ruins.

The cornfield was filled with blood, but the home defenders won.

Although many people were injured, it was a crushing victory. They didn't let any ruffian escape.

The ruffians in the distance were scared. For a while, no one dared to come forward, and they all retreated back to the ruins.

Two hours later, they started to disperse. They disappeared completely.

Mark led a team, emboldened, toward the ruins. The sight in front of them shocked everyone, causing them to turn around and vomit.

After preparing themselves mentally, they cleaned up the scene and also dealt with the bodies outside the cornfield.

Later, the walkie-talkie rang.

Regardless of whether Jasper and Stella needed it, Mark expressed his gratitude on behalf of Eastwood Eden. Knowing that the two didn't want to be bothered too much, he kept his words short, "Don't worry. The residents know the stakes. They won't talk too much about it."

He was referring to the guns.

In a blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and the ten-odd acres of farmland began to be harvested.

The winter-resistant potatoes didn't taste good, so Mark sent over a dozen kilos of corn, asking them to try. Stella accepted the generous offer.

Interestingly, the corn that grew throughout this kind of weather didn't look much different from the corn from The Garden, but it seemed to have a lighter corn flavor. The taste wasn't too bad.

Perhaps, this was a mutation in the plants after surviving the disaster.

Worried about potential issues, Mark ran to the official work center again, and actually managed to get a large truck. All residents were mobilized. They dug potatoes, harvested sweet potatoes, picked corn - it was extremely lively.

With many hands, they finished everything in a day.

They weighed the crops on the spot. Even with ten-plus acres of crops, there was still a shortfall to meet the housing trade requirements.

Mark had no choice but to call on the families to contribute their dried vegetables.

The greens grew fast, so they were dried into vegetable flakes after harvest. Each family gave out thirty-odd pounds, barely making up the number. Fortunately, they had been digging wild vegetables for the past few months, otherwise they really wouldn't have enough to eat.

But no matter what, they finally had a place to settle down in the apocalypse. Although each family had to squeeze into one room, it was better than being homeless refugees.

And this was just the beginning. Who knows, with hard work, they might be able to upgrade to a bigger house in the future. People needed to have dreams, otherwise life would be too painful.

The houses were not yet finished, and there was still some time before they could move in, so the residents couldn't rest yet.

The women and children continued to plant greens, both their own seeds and those from the Agricultural Institute. They tried to plant several more crops before moving, since they wouldn't have a place to plant them once they moved and their livelihoods were still uncertain.

The young and strong continued to dig sand or scavenge, earning points to decorate their houses. At least, they needed to install doors and windows.

Christian suddenly had an idea, "When the time comes, we can rent a truck, and transport everything that can be dismantled from Eastwood Eden to Newtown. Not only can we use it for our own renovations, but we can also sell it to those in need. We can trade for other resources." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Eastwood Eden had plenty of doors and windows, and they could be easily dismantled.

"That's a solid idea, but where on earth are we going to get a truck?"

"Jasper's always driving those big rigs, ain't he? We'll just ask him where he rents 'em, cover the cost ourselves."

Upon mentioning this, Mark remembered the pressing matter at hand. "We've got enough potatoes stored away, right? Need to pay off that solar generator."

"No worries, we've got it all set aside."

Mark quickly got in touch with Jasper, returning the seed potatoes and an additional twenty percent interest.

Setting a time, Jasper drove the big rig into the yard.