Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 67: Another Great Haul

Kingston immediately volunteered. "I'll go! I'll bring her back myself!"

Roxanna glanced at him, concern evident in her voice. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Of course, I can." Kingston spun in place. "I'm basically healed."

Roxanna still looked uneasy. "Your temper's bad. What if you lose control when you see her and hurt her by accident? Harvey would feel bad."

Harvey quickly made his stance clear. "Do whatever you want to her. As long as she's still breathing, that's enough."

With Harvey's approval, Kingston grew even more emboldened, itching to drag Mariella back and make her suffer.

Roxanna added gently, "She's still our sister, after all. For the sake of family, don't cut her face, don't blind her, don't break her fingers, and don't cripple her legs. In short, no torture. Bring her back intact and let Harvey deal with her. Understood?"

Kingston's eyes lit up even more, his excitement barely contained.

"Heh... Don't worry. I'll take very good care of her."

...

Mariella sneezed several times in a row, rubbing her nose. She didn't even need to guess who was talking about her.

Let them talk. I have supplies to gather.

Once she was done with the important stuff, she'd have time to play with them.

The typhoon was gradually dying down, and the rain had eased slightly.

Mariella guessed that by tomorrow, large numbers of people would start heading out to search for supplies.

She already had plenty of food, and the bodyguard team had stocked dozens of freezers and refrigerators. There was no need to compete with ordinary residents for basic supplies.

What she needed now were higher-value resources.

Driving the boat, Mariella followed the coordinates Chandler had given her, checking each location one by one.

Using her phone's navigation, she arrived at the first spot, the highway entrance.

When the storm hit, the highway had been shut down, leaving a long line of vehicles stranded at the entrance.

The drivers had planned to wait out the rain and continue, but that wait turned into a dead end.

The storm came too fast and too violently. They abandoned their vehicles and fled for their lives, leaving the entire line submerged in floodwater.

Mariella stopped the boat, geared up in her diving suit, and strapped on an oxygen tank before diving in.

She secured the boat with a rope to keep it from drifting away, then descended deeper.

The line of vehicles stretched endlessly, a mix of everything, but what caught her eye were the tanker trucks and container trucks.

One large container truck stood out immediately, marked "Cold Chain Transport."

These trucks were equipped with batteries to maintain refrigeration even when parked without power.

But after being submerged for four days, who knew if the battery was still holding?

Mariella took a deep breath and stepped forward, pulling the refrigerated truck into her storage space.

As the massive vehicle vanished, the water surged violently, nearly throwing her off balance.

Mariella immediately slipped into the storage space.

Inside, sunlight filled the sky, clear and bright, the temperature a constant 77 degrees.

She caught her breath, still in her diving suit, and used a crowbar to pry open the container's outer lock.

When she opened the heavy rear doors, a blast of cold air hit her face.

Inside were neatly stacked insulated containers, filling about 2,000 cubic feet. Over a dozen vents blew out cold air, and the digital thermometer read -0.4 degrees. The battery was clearly still fully charged.

Turns out, the truck's battery system was connected to the fuel tank. If power ran low, it would automatically draw diesel and convert it into electricity to maintain continuous refrigeration.

Mariella's eyes lit up. Jackpot.

Not only had she secured 2,000 cubic feet of refrigerated food, but she'd also picked up a massive ready-made freezer.

Compared to this, all the freezers she'd stockpiled before were nothing.

...

Mariella stepped out of the storage space and continued searching along the highway entrance.

Before long, she spotted a delivery truck.

It was much smaller than the refrigerated container, but the contents were just as valuable.

Packages shipped across the country covered every possible category, from all industries and fields, and there was no concern about spoilage.

Anything perishable would've been sent via cold chain. Regular deliveries could last several days without issue.

Without hesitation, Mariella pulled the delivery truck into her storage space.

With her oxygen tank on her back, she kept swimming, and soon came across a heavy truck loaded with steel.

She reached out to take it, but her vision went dark, and she nearly blacked out.

It was too heavy. She could barely pull it in.

Mariella took a deep breath, steadied herself, and tried again.

With a surge of effort, she finally pulled in the fully loaded 50-ton steel truck.

As the water churned violently around her, she nearly flipped over, but reacted quickly and slipped back into the storage space.