Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 61: The Vault is Empty

Harvey braved the storm and dispatched a helicopter, flying straight from the hospital rooftop to the landing platform of the Graham Group office tower.

He rushed off the helipad and headed straight for his office.

From the office, he went into the dressing room, opened the wardrobe, and turned the hook.

The inner panel slid aside, revealing the hidden door.

Harvey stepped into the private vault he had built over the years, only to freeze in shock when he saw that all five of his safes were gone.

The gold he'd spent hundreds of millions stockpiling and the tens of millions in cash had all vanished without a trace.

Cold sweat broke out across his back as he rushed into the inner room. When he saw the display shelves stripped bare, he nearly collapsed on the spot.

The dozen or so precious blades he had collected, the firearms, and a thousand rounds of ammunition were all gone.

Who the hell robbed me? When did this happen?

He ran to check the surveillance, only to find every system in the building had been destroyed. Even the memory cards were gone.

He nearly coughed up blood.

Who did this?

The vault was top secret. He hadn't even told Roxanna. So who had cleaned him out?

This was the result of years of work. This was his way out.

Cutting off his escape route was the same as killing him.

It's over. It's all fucking over.

Harvey's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared in fury, smashing the display shelves to pieces.

If I ever catch the damn thief, I'll tear them limb from limb!

...

Mariella had no idea Harvey had already discovered the vault was looted. She stepped out of the storage space in a great mood and headed downstairs.

Chandler was leading the bodyguard team in drills in the courtyard, while Number One was teaching Matthew and Serena how to use a knife.

Serena was actually handling her small scalpel pretty well, even earning praise from Number One.

"Not bad. Smart kid. You've got real potential," Number One said after praising Serena, then turned to Matthew. "Dr. Lester, you're impressive too. You handle a blade like you've done this before."

Serena, encouraged, trained even harder.

Matthew smiled modestly. "I'm a doctor. I know the human body pretty well."

That meant every strike he made could target vital points. Even Number One didn't dare underestimate him.

"Didn't realize medical training could be this useful," Number One said, clearly impressed.

Chandler split the bodyguards into three groups of three, running a team climbing drill.

The courtyard wall was about ten feet high, and the steel framework supporting the impact-resistant glass added another ten feet, making it roughly twenty feet total. Perfect for training.

One person braced against the wall, arms out, using their shoulders as support.

The second climbed onto his shoulders and pressed against the wall the same way.

The third climbed up using both teammates, then jumped as high as possible to grab the highest point on the steel frame.

The steel framework was incredibly sturdy, capable of bearing several tons. A few people hanging from it didn't even register.

So the person at the top could jump as high as they could without worrying about weight limits.

Fifteen feet was the minimum passing height for the drill. Anything higher counted as excellent.

Each group rotated roles. Everyone got a chance to climb, and everyone had to serve as the human ladder.

Mariella found the training method interesting and watched for a while.

The male bodyguards were one thing, but even the two female bodyguards were given no special treatment.

Especially Number Ten. She had a slender frame, and with two grown men standing on her shoulders, she looked like a sapling bent under too much weight, as if she might snap at any second.

Thud! The sapling did snap.

The two teammates standing on Number Ten's shoulders lost balance and fell one after the other.

Fortunately, they were well-trained. They adjusted mid-fall, bending their knees and protecting their heads to minimize injury.

Chandler blew his whistle sharply, anger laced in his voice. "What the hell happened with your group?"

Number Eight and Number Nine scrambled to their feet and quickly reformed formation.

Seeing Number Ten still struggling on the ground, they went over to help her up.

She finally stood, tears streaming down her face.

Chandler showed no sympathy, barking at her, "What was that? And why are you crying, Number Ten?"

Startled by his shout, she nearly hiccupped, forcing her tears back.

"M-my strength isn't enough. I couldn't hold their weight... I-I..." she stammered, twisting her fingers together, head hanging low.

Chandler frowned. "If you knew you couldn't handle it, why didn't you say so? Or were you trying to drop your teammates on purpose?"

"I wasn't... I didn't mean to... I..." Number Ten grew more flustered, tears spilling out again.

"Excuses! If they hadn't reacted fast, they'd have been injured from that fall! You knew that could happen, so why didn't you tell them you couldn't hold?" Chandler snapped.