Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 164: Harvest Night

"Ms. Townsend, don't worry," Number Five said calmly. "I know times are hard. I won't waste a thing."

Chandler picked up two large, stuffed duffel bags and said to Mariella, "You should go check the warehouse yourself."

Mariella turned to Matthew. "Dr. Lester, could you work a little late tonight? Edit the footage of me and Captain Zimmer fighting Black Bear's crew outside, and send it to my email."

Matthew glanced at Chandler, almost without meaning to. Then he nodded at Mariella. "Got it."

...

Mariella and Chandler carried the weapons they had taken tonight into the warehouse.

Once the door was shut, she stored everything in her storage space.

In a world like this, full of danger and unpredictable people, it was safer to keep supplies there.

Just thinking about everything they had collected made her restless with excitement. She grabbed Chandler's hand and pulled him into the storage space with her.

They started checking their haul. There were 11 wooden boats in total, all different sizes. The biggest could carry over a hundred people. Even the smallest could hold more than a dozen.

There were also 26 inflatable boats, each with a full tank of diesel.

On the wooden boat, they found seventy to eighty deflated inflatable boats, over 200 life jackets, air pumps, diesel fuel, canned food, and other valuable supplies.

Mariella's eyes curved with a bright smile as she looked at the wooden boats.

With earthquakes happening more often and tsunamis flooding the land, dry ground was shrinking. Boats would only become more valuable.

Yachts were too big and too easy to spot. They weren't practical in many situations.

Inflatable boats were too small and couldn't handle rough waves. Speedboats didn't carry much cargo. Kayaks had no engine and were only useful in emergencies.

But these sturdy wooden boats had come at the perfect time.

They were great for moving people and hauling supplies.

Tonight's mission had been more than worth it.

On top of that, they had taken a large number of firearms—37 rifles, 45 handguns, over 90 magazines, and nearly 2,000 rounds of ammo.

Mariella let out a satisfied breath. "I love taking down Black Bear. He's loaded."

Chandler raised an eyebrow. "Farming?"

She glanced at him, then broke into a grin. "You're catching on. Since we're both awake, let's work overtime tonight."

She was too excited to sleep anyway. Might as well burn off some energy.

But Chandler didn't move.

She handed him a cup of hot chocolate and pointed at the newly collected guns. "Pick whatever you like."

...

They stepped out of the storage space an hour later.

The two of them left the warehouse together and headed back to the villa.

Most of the bedroom lights were off. Only a few were still on.

Mariella didn't care what the others thought about her and Chandler. They were both single. People could think whatever they wanted.

Chandler, on the other hand, seemed to have given up worrying about it. He didn't try to keep his distance anymore. He walked upstairs with her and followed her to the second floor.

Mariella was in a good mood. As she opened her bedroom door, she glanced back at him and smiled. "Want to come in and have a drink?"

Chandler looked at her but said nothing. He didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either.

Mariella laughed first. "Relax. I'm just teasing you."

She stepped inside, then turned back to say goodbye. "Good night. Sweet dreams."

Chandler watched the door close in front of him, his lips pressed tight.

He stood there for a while before finally turning and heading to his own room.

"Good night, sweet dreams," he murmured, closing his door.

...

After going back to her room, Mariella opened her email and forwarded the video Matthew had sent her to the homeowners' group chat.

She put her phone down and went to take a shower.

Afterward, she dried her hair, poured herself a glass of water, and picked up her phone again.

Just as she expected, the video had gone off like a bomb in the chat. It pulled all the night owls out at once.

Something was off. Why was everyone a night owl?

It seems like no one is sleeping tonight.

The video of Mariella and Chandler taking on hundreds of attackers together had blown up in the group. They fought at full force, like nothing could stop them.

The attackers dropped one after another, like rows of wheat being cut down. It was brutal, yet strangely powerful to watch.

And the scene of Mariella firing the Gatling gun—there was a fierce, almost overwhelming beauty in it.

Her eyes were cold. Her expression was steady. She showed no hesitation, no mercy. She looked like a ruthless warrior.

"Rat-tat-tat—" The Gatling gun never stopped. Her aim was sharp and precise.

Only she could wipe out a feared gang of violent criminals in such a short time. Only she could send Black Bear running in panic.

"Mariella is amazing!"

"She's the only one I admire!"

"Mariella's taken Black Bear down twice now. Other than running fast, they didn't seem that terrifying?"