Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 81: Stockpiles Without End

Closing the dorm door behind her, Mariella's drunken haze vanished in an instant. She slipped straight into her storage space.

Inside the nearly 35,000-cubic-foot static space, everything was packed to the brim—two large helicopters of different models, nine heavy trucks of various types, and five passenger cars. There were also escape pods, motorboats, speedboats, kayaks, snowmobiles...

She had anything that flew in the sky, drove on land, sailed on water, or ran over snow.

Mariella tidied the supplies, trying to free up as much room as possible so she could continue stockpiling.

After all, disasters had no end. As long as you could stockpile, you kept going until you couldn't.

After more than half an hour of reorganizing, she managed to carve out nearly another three thousand cubic meters of usable space.

Seeing that she still had time, she threw on a down jacket and opened the refrigerated compartment of one of the cold-chain transport trucks.

The 2,000-cubic-foot refrigerated container was astonishingly large, packed full of frozen goods.

Mariella counted the rows of storage boxes, and there were more than three hundred of them.

She opened one at random and froze in surprise. Inside were her favorite king melons.

Each box weighed thirty pounds, with fifteen boxes in total.

There were also fifteen boxes of regular melons, each weighing thirty pounds.

There were nearly a thousand pounds of melons in total. It was enough to last her a lifetime.

There were also frozen seafood and meat.

Other than that, she also found frozen bread and pizza.

In addition, there were all kinds of desserts. After looking around more, she found five boxes of fried pumpkin strips.

Mariella's mouth watered on the spot. She took out a box of melon and a box of pumpkin strips and brought them to the kitchen in the space villa.

She took off her jacket first, then thawed about two pounds of melon and placed the pumpkin strips into the air fryer, setting the temperature and timer.

Five or six minutes later, the air fryer filled the room with the rich aroma of pumpkin.

She didn't rush to eat. Instead, she let the pumpkin strips cool slightly while she tried the melon first.

The melon was still partially frozen, tasting like ice cream.

Mariella slowly savored it, enjoying the pure melon flavor. It was perfect.

After a couple of bites, the pumpkin strips were ready.

They were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, easily one of her favorite foods.

After spending over forty minutes inside the space, she packed up the leftovers and returned them to storage.

Next time, she could just take them out and eat directly—no thawing, no cooking.

She let out a satisfied burp and finally left the space.

...

The next morning, just after breakfast, the police arrived at the door.

Mariella didn't know their purpose, so she told everyone to stay inside the villa and went to answer the door with Lucky.

A police officer arrived with a junior officer, asking whether she had seen Kingston recently.

Mariella immediately shook her head. "Not since the last time he set a dog on me."

As she spoke, she recognized the young officer and read his badge number. "Huh? It's you again, 653973."

The young officer smiled shyly. "We meet again."

Then, he turned to his superior. "Officer Button, the flood-relief equipment our station received was donated by Ms. Townsend."

Officer Stanley Button looked at Mariella in surprise. "So you're the generous donor! Thank you so much!"

He remembered that the rescue boat he used on this assignment was also donated by her, and his attitude immediately became much warmer as he shook her hand.

Mariella responded gracefully, nodding slightly. "Those supplies were purchased with my public service reward money and donated to support flood relief. I'm glad they were useful. It's my honor to contribute."

"Thank you for the disaster supplies you gave my family last time. They really saved us," the young officer said gratefully.

At first, he thought they would never need them. He never expected the city to be swallowed by torrential rain.

In addition to donating emergency flood equipment to the police, Mariella had also given him a speedboat, a kayak, and five life vests.

With those, his family had become the "richest" household in the entire building.

Even someone driving a Rolls-Royce didn't have anything more practical now than a kayak, let alone a valuable speedboat.