Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 151: Ambush at Celestine Ridge

Villa No. 98 was built like a fortress. There was no way to break in from above. So, they tried a new path and dug a tunnel from underground.

But digging took time and strength. Their tools weren't great either, so progress was slow.

Just as they started to make some headway, a sudden commotion came from above.

"Fuck! No. 98 has a Gatling gun! Run!"

Before the warning even finished, the rapid rattle of gunfire exploded through the air. The muzzle swung straight toward the Five Brothers' position.

Never underestimate your enemy. That's a rule you don't break.

This convict gang had once taken down a fully armed police unit. They had planned every step ahead of time. They even kidnapped a cop's family to force their hand.

On top of that, they fought like they didn't care about their own lives—willing to take heavy losses just to bring the enemy down. Somehow, they won that fight. After that, their name spread fast.

People feared them. Even the authorities kept their distance and stopped going head-to-head.

That kind of success made them arrogant. Over time, they started to think they were untouchable.

From the very start, they never took No. 98 seriously.

Sure, the villa had better defenses and more guards. But there was no way it could match a fully armed police unit.

That's why Black Bear carried himself with total confidence, as if victory were already in his hands.

He was only annoyed that it was taking longer than expected. He never once thought the people inside could fight back.

The Five Brothers kept pushing their men to attack, but they themselves stayed relaxed, barely trying.

No one saw it coming. No. 98 suddenly rolled out a heavy machine gun and opened fire with no warning.

Mariella wore quad-lens night vision goggles. In her eyes, the darkness looked like daytime. She could see everything below.

She aimed past the front-line thugs and locked onto the area around the armored Bentley. Then she opened fire.

"Rat-tat-tat!" The machine gun swept across the ground. Bodies dropped. Blood sprayed.

One of the Five Brothers went down. The rest reacted fast. They were veterans, after all. In a split second, they ducked behind the armored Bentley.

Mariella didn't pause for even a moment. She shifted her aim and kept firing, targeting the crew-cut men.

Chandler led his team forward. With fully loaded AK rifles in hand, they opened fire as well.

They all wore the same quad-lens night vision goggles. In the dark, they could see as clearly as in daylight.

With a clear view, their targets were just as obvious—the crew-cut men.

Those were the real members of the gang. Take out the leaders, and the whole team would fall apart.

If they didn't take out those crew-cut men, it wouldn't matter how many refugees, security guards, or bodyguards they killed.

Those hired hands were just cannon fodder. Kill them, and the gang would simply recruit more.

Like weeds—you can burn them down, but they'll grow back again.

Only by cutting off the source could they wipe the group out for good.

The bodyguard team was trained every day; shooting practice was one of their main drills. Their aim was solid.

Most of the time, they used nail guns. Limited range, limited power. Nothing like holding a real rifle.

Mariella's Gatling gun swept the front line. The others backed her up, finishing off targets from behind. Their teamwork was smooth and tight.

The Gatling had plenty of ammo. It kept firing at full power without slowing down.

Behind her, the team fired in short bursts with their AKs. When a magazine ran dry, they swapped it out quickly and kept going.

Each person carried two guns, extra magazines, and about 200 rounds of ammo. They looked fully loaded, ready for anything.

Following Mariella meant stepping into real firepower. No more worrying about being outgunned.

The gang never expected No. 98 to hit this hard. They were caught off guard. Even one of the Five Brothers went down, let alone the rest.

In just moments, a large number of the crew-cut men fell. The survivors saw things turning bad and ran as fast as they could.

Ironically, the ones in the front—those used as cannon fodder—had the fewest losses. Once they realized what was happening, they scattered too.

Mariella focused her fire on the Bentley's tires. The rear tires blew out. The car couldn't move.

Black Bear crawled out from the other side and ran, protected by his men, fleeing in a panic.

No. 98 won their first battle, and it was a complete victory.

...

The entire Celestine Ridge neighborhood erupted.

Led by Kieran, all the homeowners watched the fight unfold from start to finish. Hundreds of attackers, yet No. 98 stood strong.

That so-called terrifying convict gang? Not so impressive after all.

They looked fierce, but against No. 98, they couldn't fight back.

Even their usual tricks to manipulate people failed. The guard who switched sides was shot on the spot by his own team.

When Mariella stepped in, she shocked everyone. She set up the Gatling gun and unleashed full firepower, and the tough, violent attackers dropped one after another.