Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 135: Teammates

The lady of the house panicked. She raised her hand and slapped him hard. "Damn it! Don't touch me!"

"Damn! You dare hit me?!" Tigre flew into a rage. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward the main bedroom. "I'll teach you a lesson! I'll beat you good! Hahaha..."

The man of Villa 36 watched his wife being violated, but he couldn't do anything. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted again from anger.

...

Suddenly, in the Celestine Ridge group chat, someone without a villa number started posting several videos.

When the homeowners opened them, the scenes were horrifying.

Men being beaten. Women being abused. It looked like a war zone.

"This is what happens if you resist! If you don't want the same fate, open your doors, hand over your weapons, and follow Mr. Graham's orders..."

Everyone quickly realized—it was Harvey again.

The chaos in all of Celestine Ridge had likely been planned by him.

After the disaster, the outside world had already fallen apart.

Celestine Ridge had been safe and rich. But now, they were finally facing the same danger.

Mariella took out a small drone and handed it to Chandler. She told him to fly it from the rooftop and check the area.

As expected, he didn't find any ambush nearby. He kept flying the drone and reported that the area was clear.

Number Six had already been let inside.

He limped in, and the iron gate closed behind him. No one rushed in after him.

Back inside the villa, Number Six finally let out a breath.

Clang! The short combat knife in his hand dropped to the floor. His body gave out, and he almost collapsed.

Number One reacted fast and caught him. "Get him some water."

They helped Number Six into a chair.

He gulped down a whole glass of water and panted, still shaken.

Mariella didn't ask what happened right away. She only cared about his condition. "Are you hurt?"

Number Six's eyes filled with tears. His voice shook. "Ms. Townsend, I lost the chainsaw and my tactical helmet..."

Other than the combat knife he had been holding, he had nothing left.

Luckily, he still had his tactical vest on.

Mariella saw that he couldn't explain clearly, so she turned to Matthew. "Check him."

Matthew took a look—and his face changed.

There was a wound on Number Six's leg. When the tight cloth was removed, blood started pouring out.

"It's a knife wound," Matthew said.

Number Six looked at Mariella and said hoarsely, "Good thing you gave us tactical vests. Otherwise, that stab would've hit my waist."

Mariella gave an order right away. "Clear out a storage room and turn it into an operating room. Start cleaning the wound, stop the bleeding, and stitch it up immediately."

...

After Matthew listed the tools needed, Mariella quickly went upstairs to get them.

She came back with a heavy bag. Inside was even a surgical shadowless lamp.

The team brought in a folding cot to use as a temporary operating table and laid Number Six on it.

Matthew gave him local anesthesia first. While waiting for it to take effect, he checked the rest of his body.

There were several more wounds, but luckily none hit any vital organs. About three needed stitches. The others just needed cleaning, medicine, and bandages.

Seeing that Number Six was getting proper treatment, the team felt relieved.

They didn't mind risking their lives. What they feared was being abandoned after getting hurt.

But Mariella kept her word. She wouldn't give up on any injured teammate.

When she first called them "teammates," some of them didn't believe her.

Now, it was clear she meant it.

She had a skilled doctor, enough medical supplies, and medicine. Their safety was protected.

Not wanting to disturb Matthew, everyone left the storage room.

Mariella noticed Chandler wasn't there and asked Number One, "Where's Captain Zimmer?"

"He's still on the rooftop," Number One replied.

Mariella nodded and headed upstairs.

The rooftop had a square entrance about six feet wide, sealed with a thick steel hatch. Easy to defend, hard to attack.

Chandler was still there, controlling the drone.

When he heard her footsteps, he turned and said, "Two groups of raiders are attacking Imperial Crest Plaza and Greenfield Organic Farm. It looks coordinated. There may be insiders helping them."

Mariella wasn't surprised. "If Harvey could bribe Captain Damian and work with the raiders from No. 101, then he must have planted insiders in those two places too."