Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 152: A Fortress That Won't Break

She was the real force behind No. 98. The bodyguards were just backup and sidekicks that supported her.

The moment Black Bear and his gang of hardened criminals surrounded the villa, the homeowners' group chat exploded. Messages flooded in the chat room in no time.

At first, they were nervous. Could No. 98 hold off the attackers? Then they were amazed by its fortress-like defenses. And in the end, they were completely stunned by Mariella's firepower.

"No. 98 is insane! Steel gates, blast-proof glass, high-voltage fences... every guard has an AK, and the homeowner is running a Gatling gun?"

"Damn, that gun hits hard! If we want to protect our homes, we all need gear like that!"

"Yeah, weapons are crazy expensive right now, but it's still better than trading a small helicopter for a few spots at some official base!"

"A yacht only gets you fifteen spots. With that kind of money, wouldn't it be smarter to buy more heavy guns?"

"Calling Mr. Hancock—we don't need those base spots anymore. We would use all our supplies to trade for Gatling guns!"

...

Kieran didn't respond.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Two more supply helicopters just took off! Are the Hancocks moving their stuff to an official base again? No. 98 just won, and they're still planning to run?"

"Wait, no—the helicopters lifted off from No. 6. That's the Grahams!"

"That snake is running too?"

"Haha. That coward wanted to sit back and let others fight, then take the reward. Didn't expect No. 98 to crush the gang like that. He's probably scared we'll team up and come after him later."

"We need to take turns on watch. If the Grahams try to fly out again, we work together and shoot them down!"

...

Mariella had just come down from the rooftop. She had only taken a few steps when her phone rang. It was Kieran.

She answered, and his excited voice came through, almost shaking. "Boss, you were incredible!"

Her lips twitched. So now he was calling her that? Still better than the way he used to.

She kept walking without slowing. "Just shoot. I'm still in the middle of something."

"You handle your stuff first. We'll talk properly later." Kieran hung up quickly.

Mariella reached the second floor and passed her room. She turned to Chandler. "Send a few men outside. Clear the field and collect anything useful. And bring that Bentley back."

She carried the Gatling gun into her room.

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Harvey had already prepared backup plans. One of them was retreating.

He knew exactly how dangerous Black Bear and his gang were. He didn't think he could beat them.

So behind the scenes, he pulled some strings and started moving his supplies to an official base.

Storing supplies there came at a steep cost. The longer you left them, the more you lost. After six months, half would be taken. After a year, everything would be gone.

Even so, Harvey paid a high price to hire helicopters and move his hidden stockpile out.

He knew what kind of man Black Bear was. Ruthless. Greedy.

Anyone who joined him—refugees, guards, bodyguards—got squeezed dry. They lived like dogs, following him around and picking at scraps.

Harvey was too proud for that. He had no intention of working under Black Bear, and no interest in sharing control of the two companies' supplies.

He had only followed Roxanna's plan to use Black Bear to get rid of Mariella.

But Black Bear turned out to be useless. Nothing like the fierce reputation people talked about. The moment the fight started, he fell apart.

While Harvey was busy moving supplies, Connor rushed over.

"Harvey, I heard you're sending supplies to the official base." Connor wiped the sweat from his forehead, forcing a flattering smile. "Can you help me move a batch too?"

Harvey glanced at him, expression cold. "I thought you said you used everything to get Roxanna back. It turned out you were hiding supplies after all."

Connor looked a little awkward, but he had thick skin. He quickly forced a laugh.

"I had to keep something for myself. You know, just in case. So I don't become a burden on you and Roxanna later."

Harvey let out a quiet, mocking snort. "If it's your last savings, then keep it hidden. Don't hand it over so easily."

Connor grew anxious. "But you're already moving your supplies... Are you planning to leave Celestine Ridge and go to the official base? Harvey, you can't leave me behind. I'm Roxanna's father!"

Harvey was clearly fed up. "One small helicopter only gets five spots at the base. And my helicopter? Your useless son already burned through it."