18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 269

Bran was dazed from the impact, and the scolding from his own father made it even more painful. “Dad, I just wanted to test them a bit,” he complained.

“Test?” Shane nearly whacked him with his cane. “You're testing your own life!”

Despite his anger, Shane couldn't ignore how audaciously the residents of building 50 had behaved, ramming the Porras family's Maybach several times, even bringing out explosives and grenades.

What, they thought the Porras family were play-dough, to be messed with however they wanted? Furious, Shane called upon the butler to bring over the chief of police. Such people were too dangerous to be left in the community.

“Dad, let me handle this. Don't call the police.”

“You handle it, my foot!” Shane, exasperated, gave him a whack with his cane. “Haven't you caused enough trouble? One of these days, you won't even know how you died!”

If Bran weren't his own blood, Shane would have kicked him out long ago.

With the standing of the Porras family, Evan, the police chief, was quickly called over. Before entering the Porras residence, he first inspected the damaged Maybach, and listened to eyewitness accounts; whether they were security guards or rich onlookers, their testimonies were surprisingly consistent.

The residents of building 50 were a nest of extremists. They had explosives, grenades, could disarm people barehanded, fought twenty with just three of them, and would slap someone at the slightest provocation. It did sound very violent.

Once inside the Porras residence, Evan asked Bran, “Mr. Bran, could you tell me what happened?”

Bran was astonished at how big the incident had become. He was indeed interested in building 50, but couldn't find a suitable reason to approach. So he went for a bit extreme method. But he never expected Stella’s reaction would be even more extreme.

“Actually, my car isn't damaged.” After much deliberation, he finally told the truth.

Shane's expression instantly changed.

Evan knew Bran well. The son of the richest man in Griffith, a notorious troublemaker. If he weren't wearing his uniform, he would have said, "Finally, someone who can handle him." This kind of people really had it coming.

Evan was curious about the residents of building 50. They challenged the entire community single- handedly, blatantly displaying dangerous items, and didn't give the Porras family a chance to maintain their image.

Bold.

The residents of building 50 hadn't returned yet. Evan asked, “Do you have their photos?”

Of course, there were records in the security room. Evan stared intently at the photos. They looked so familiar. “Do they have a massive, handsome German Shepherd?”

“Yes, they do have a dog. It almost killed someone's alpaca a while ago.”

As Evan staring blankly at the photo, not reacting for quite a while, Shane felt something was amiss.“Evan, is there something wrong with these people?”

There was definitely a problem, but how to say it? Evan mulled it over in his mind.

Their first meeting was at the public trial. The second meeting was at Silver Asylum, where they left him quite a few gifts.

Although he didn't see them personally, according to the survivors' testimonies, a dog that can carry explosives and climb trees, he couldn't think of a second one.

The third meeting, Mark hid it well, but not everyone in the neighbourhood had his calm demeanor. Evan didn't even need to ask, knowing there was a dog was enough.

Now, they had come to Hopefield.

How to put it, Evan always felt that the first meeting was not at the public trial, but earlier, like in Unity Village's The Chaos. Of course, this was all his speculation. If his speculation was correct, they were really interesting.

Evan thought for a moment, then slowly said, “Shane, can we talk privately?”

Shane was taken aback, immediately asked his son and everyone else to leave.

Once the room was cleared, he said solemnly, “Evan, what have you find out?”

Evan composed his words, “The identities of these two people are indeed special. As for how special, I can't explain it to you right now.” Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

He paused for a moment, then continued, “You know about the two private bases involved in the underworld that were taken down a year ago?”

“I've heard something about it.” Two underworld bases were taken down by the police in one day.

“Half a year ago, there was a riot in a temporary settlement. Over three hundred refugees tried to rob the residents of Eastwood Eden, but not only did they suffer no casualties, they drove the

refugees back. Do you know about this?”

The Porras family had returned to Griffith and naturally needed to find out everything. Shane knew that, but didn’t know the details.

“The more we face the end of the world, the more we need to treat each other with respect and understanding. As long as you can do this, I believe Hopefield will be safe.” Without revealing too much, Evan decided to stop here, “We will continue the investigation. We will inform you of any new developments.”

Shane's expressions changed, and he personally escorted Evan out, “Thank you for your efforts, Evan. This mess was caused by my son, and I will give him a good lesson.”

“The case shouldn't be publicized. Before we have a result, I hope you can keep it confidential.” Evan reminded again, “Also, in the face of natural disasters, people should show kindness. I hope Hopefield can work together with the city government to build a new era of prosperity in Griffith.”

Instead of focusing on internal strife.

Shane, who had been in the business world all his life, could understand what he intended to say, “You're right, Evan.”

If it weren't for the natural disaster, the police chief wouldn't have the audacity to say these to the Porras.

As soon as Evan left, Shane called his son over. Without a word, he threw a coffee cup at him. Bran quickly dodged, “Dad, what now?”

Shane was furious, “If you don’t want to die, stay away from those people living in building 50!”

“What happened?” Bran was curious, “Are their identities very special?”

Shane didn't believe this son of his. Someone who could make the police chief vouch for them was definitely not to be underestimated. No wonder they acted so arrogantly.

He warned his son, “Don't take my words lightly. If I see you near them again, I'll break your legs.”

Afterward, Evan didn't rush off. Instead, he had his squad car parked at the entrance of the suburban neighborhood.

Approximately half an hour later, a Hummer gradually came into view, and the person of interest emerged.

Upon seeing the police car, Jasper slowed down, "Should we stop?"

"Let's stop," Whatever was meant to come would eventually come, there was no escaping it. So the Hummer pulled up next to the squad car, and the window slowly rolled down.

Evan stepped out of his car, eyed the Hummer up and down, and said with a grin, "Nice ride. Did you have it customized before the natural disasters?"