Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 181: A Fortune Found

Next to them was a rough table and a few chairs made from scrap boards. There were even cans of beer on the table.

Four guards had already sat down there, drinking and complaining. "Those guys are inside having fun with women. Why do we have to stay out here on watch?"

"Didn't you hear? Black Bear ran into tough enemies at Celestine Ridge. Lost a few times already."

"I heard it's a woman? Haha! Since when can't Black Bear handle a woman?"

"The boss is furious. This time we're going all in. We'll take her down for sure!"

"When we catch her, we'll—"

The rest of their words were too ugly.

Chandler's face went cold. He raised his AK, already fitted with a suppressor, and fired four quick shots.

The four gossiping guards went silent.

Some slumped to the ground. Others collapsed over the table. Blood seeped from their foreheads, temples, and backs.

Four shots. Every one hit a vital spot.

It all happened quietly.

Mariella didn't even get a chance to act before Chandler finished them. She gave him a thumbs-up, impressed, and then moved in to search the bodies.

The guards had to be carrying keys.

But Chandler beat her to it again. So she took his rifle and stood watch nearby.

"No keys," Chandler said after a moment. "Black Bear probably keeps them with his trusted men. He doesn't trust anyone with supplies. The keys are likely handled by his inner circle."

"So what now? Go back and fight?" Mariella asked.

Chandler pulled a thin piece of wire from his belt and said calmly, "Let me try this."

Mariella almost forgot this. He was great at picking locks.

Give him a thin wire, and there wasn't a lock he couldn't open.

After five or six minutes of quiet work, the warehouse lock clicked open.

They pushed the door and stepped inside. When the lights came on, both of them paused.

The place looked like a supermarket. From food to daily goods, everything was sorted and lined up neatly. It was easy to see at a glance.

Mariella was surprised. She raised a brow and let out a small laugh. "Looks like someone in this gang knows how to organize. Saves me the trouble."

Black Bear's group had taken over the estate. They looted everything from the homeowners and stored it all in the central villa's warehouse.

To make it easy to use, they sorted everything like store inventory.

Grains and cooking oil. Frozen food. Fresh produce. Seasonings. Drinks and alcohol. Snacks. Daily supplies... The warehouse was about the size of a medium-sized supermarket.

Mariella didn't hold back. She took everything—goods and shelves—into her storage space.

She worked fast. With a simple touch, an entire shelf vanished.

Even the freezers from the frozen section were taken in one go.

She gained thousands of bags of flour and rice. There were also all kinds of beans. Packaged seeds, mostly vacuum-sealed and still within shelf life.

Most residents here were middle-class elite workers. They cared about quality, so their homes were stocked with natural, organic food.

The daily goods section had clothes, shoes, bedding, kitchenware, and appliances. There were also bicycles, electric scooters, and motorcycles.

Some were brand new. Others were slightly used.

Mariella didn't care. She took everything.

But she stored clothes, kitchenware, bedding, and vehicles in the basement level of her storage villa.

Her static zone was reserved for food that needed preservation. That way, she could use the space more efficiently.

After about ten minutes, the warehouse was nearly empty.

Still, she didn't believe this was all Black Bear had taken. There had to be more valuable supplies somewhere else.

She clicked her tongue. Maybe she should've left one guard alive to force out the location of other warehouses.

Chandler looked around, then walked to a hidden door tucked in a corner. He pulled out the wire again.

Mariella only noticed the door now. She couldn't help but admire his sharp eyes.

Using the same method, Chandler picked the hidden lock and pushed the door open.

Inside was a bigger warehouse, and the supplies were far more valuable.

The layout was similar: rows of shelves. But instead of regular food and goods, these held medical supplies. Injectables. Medical equipment. Birth control supplies.

There were also several large refrigeration units, storing vaccines and temperature-sensitive medicines.

Mariella's eyes lit up. She was aware that professionals had managed these items during storage. That meant their quality hadn't been compromised.