Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 197: Silent Infiltration of No 101

Mariella stowed the speedboat and pulled a two-wheeled electric bike from her space.

Chandler rode in front, Mariella sat behind them, and the two of them silently moved toward No. 101.

The villa at No. 101 had no blast-proof glass or high-voltage electric fencing—only five or six sentries at the entrance.

Their vigilance was low. They yawned as they complained, "Why are they inside eating good food and enjoying women while we're stuck standing here freezing our asses off?"

"We're just second-class citizens here. Nobody respects us. Damn it."

"Every time there's a charge, we're the first to die. Every time there's food, drink, or women, it's never our turn. So what are we? Just expendable trash?"

"I'm so sick of this life. Let's just fucking do something about it."

"Watch your mouth. If Black Bear's trusted men hear you, you'll get a bullet in your head."

They shrank their necks, fear flashing in their eyes at the mention of Black Bear.

Despite their resentment, they knew their fate was still better than Tigre, who had been shot full of holes.

After grumbling for a while, they fell silent again, wary of being overheard.

Mariella let out a cold laugh.

"Who's there?" The guards immediately raised their weapons.

They had a mix of long guns and pistols—clearly scavenged from various sources or stolen.

They were only allowed to carry weapons while on duty; at shift change, they had to hand them over.

Mariella pulled Chandler into the storage space.

The guards circled the area, confused.

"Huh? I swear I heard a woman laughing just now."

"I thought I saw a shadow by the wall, but it's gone."

They searched around the perimeter of No. 101, splitting up, but found nothing.

Unsure whether they had imagined it, and afraid of disturbing Black Bear's men and getting punished, they eventually kept quiet.

Maybe it was just their imagination.

At night like this, how could there be a woman outside the wall?

They must be losing their minds.

...

Mariella and Chandler reappeared inside the compound, now standing just inside the perimeter wall.

After her space evolved its short-range shift ability, Mariella had also mastered something close to phase-stepping.

The villa walls were usually 10 to 20 inches thick. No. 101 happened to be on the thinner side, and it was about 10 inches.

Before the apocalypse, Celestine Ridge had strong security anyway, so the walls were mostly symbolic.

Only Mariella's own villas—98 and 99—had been reinforced with thicker walls. The others were relatively light.

Even the main villa No. 1 only had a 20-inch wall.

Mariella slipped through the wall effortlessly, appearing right along the inner edge.

Both of them wore night-vision goggles, bulletproof tactical vests, and were fully armed. They also had backup magazines in their pockets, combat belts carrying short knives and triangular daggers, and pistols holstered at their thighs.

A micro-camera was mounted on Mariella's helmet. It would record her process of taking down Black Bear.

Night operations deserved documentation.

If she took down Black Bear, she wasn't going to let it go unrecorded.

They advanced in coordination, barely encountering resistance.

It was around 3 a.m., so most of the men were exhausted, and some were already asleep.

They reached the entrance without issue.

Instead of breaking the door, Mariella pulled Chandler into the space.

When they re-emerged, they were already inside.

The villa was still brightly lit. Diesel generators roared as stolen fuel kept everything running. These bandits never believed in saving resources.

Once they ran out, they simply stole more.

That was their survival logic.

They moved low and silent, rubber-soled boots making almost no sound as they infiltrated deeper inside.

When they encountered sentries, they worked in perfect coordination—one covered the mouth, while the other struck the heart with a blade.

Clean, fast, silent, and the whole process was done in under five seconds.

Bodies were dragged into hidden corners once they were done.

Chandler searched them quickly for weapons, while Mariella stored everything useful in her space.

They moved forward like a quiet harvest of death and profit.

Finally, they reached Tigre's former quarters. This place had once been used to imprison women for his pleasure, but now those women belonged to Black Bear.

Black Bear had also brought his own women and his male companion.

"Black Bear, I really can't take it anymore. Let me sleep for a while..." A woman's coy, sultry voice drifted through the room, dripping with exhaustion and allure, making anyone who heard it feel a chill of disgust.