Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 48: Worsened Flood

The footage showed police wearing life vests, heading out in inflatable boats and kayaks to carry out rescues.

The typhoon had weakened slightly, but the rain hadn't eased at all.

The water level kept rising, flooding low-lying areas all the way up to the second floor.

Aside from houses built on hills, almost every slum had turned into a vast swamp.

Everyone stared at the screen in shock, their fried chicken suddenly tasteless. No one could swallow another bite.

Celestine Ridge sat on high ground. Even if the city's buildings were flooded up to the tenth floor, it still wouldn't reach this villa district.

If they hadn't moved here...

Just imagining the outcome made their scalps tingle and a chill run down their spines.

They all looked at Mariella with complicated expressions, their respect now mixed with gratitude.

Someone spoke up first. "Good thing we moved here. Thank you, Ms. Townsend."

Others quickly followed, expressing their thanks.

Mariella waved it off. "Finish eating first. We'll have a meeting after."

...

After two days in the hospital, Harvey finally began to recover.

The Grahams had paid a heavy price to keep him in the hospital instead of being sent back to detention.

That decision had saved his life.

The detention center was located in a low-lying area, and the holding cells had quickly been flooded.

It was said that from the moment the evacuation order came down to when they began retreating, barely an hour had passed, yet some people never made it out.

The flood hit hard. Traffic was paralyzed, and all vehicles were rendered useless.

Even the officers guarding the prisoners were swept away. Those in handcuffs had even less chance of survival. More than half drowned.

Hearing this, Harvey broke out in a cold sweat.

Roxanna, who had stayed by his side, was still shaken. "Harvey, I almost lost you! Mariella went too far this time. She nearly got you killed!"

At the mention of Mariella, Harvey's lingering fear twisted into anger.

He called the bounty hunter again, his tone sharp. "Did the assassin die on the way? Why isn't he here yet?"

The bounty hunter replied, "I was just about to contact you. The assassin called earlier. He got stuck in a cab outside the airport as soon as he landed. The car was flooded. He barely made it out by breaking a window and swam to a nearby hotel. With no transportation, he can't move right now. He's requesting a speedboat from you so he can reach Mariella."

Harvey was furious. "Where am I supposed to get him a speedboat?"

The entire city was underwater. The whole country was dealing with storms and floods.

Watercraft were the most in-demand resource right now. Money couldn't even buy one.

And Liraelith, being an inland hilly city, had never prepared for floods. No one had water vehicles.

"Then there's nothing we can do," the bounty hunter said reluctantly. "We'll have to wait until the storm passes. Once the water recedes, he can proceed with the job."

But Harvey was obsessed. As long as Mariella was alive, he couldn't sleep or eat in peace.

"I can't get a speedboat, but I can get a helicopter." He was willing to go all in just to kill her.

"Tell him to stay put. Someone will fly out and pick him up soon. This mission has to succeed."

...

As Mariella ate, she glanced at the Celestine Ridge homeowners' group chat on her phone.

The chat had already exploded with messages, everyone discussing the sudden storm and flooding.

"Good thing our area is on high ground. I heard the city is flooded up to the second floor!"

"All the slums across the city are gone. So many people have died."

"Liraelith's terrain is hilly, so we're better off than most. But I heard the neighboring city is flooded up to the fourth floor. Part of the reason our water level is rising so fast is that they're releasing floodwater into Liraelith!"

"Why won't the rain stop? How long is this going to last?"

"They say the southern cities have already had three days of nonstop rain. The typhoon shattered windows in residential buildings. We thought inland cities would be safe, but we got hit just as fast."

After discussing the disaster, the homeowners turned to what lay ahead.

What if Liraelith also faced three straight days of rain like the south?

What if the storm and typhoon never stopped?

The nationwide storms had spread from the south to the north, and even as the north began flooding, the rain in the south still hadn't stopped.

These wealthy homeowners understood the importance of preparing for the worst.

Even though Celestine Ridge's high ground gave them temporary safety, if the flooding continued or worsened, there was no guarantee they wouldn't be next.