Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 83: Flood Night Heist

Mariella thought for a moment, then reminded them, "After so many days of heavy rain, with the floodwaters still not receding, there's a risk of mudslides and even landslides. Be careful when you're out on missions."

Stanley didn't take it too seriously, but the young officer clearly listened.

"Understood. We'll report it back to headquarters and issue a warning for landslides and mudslides in the near term."

...

Mariella didn't know when the next major phase of the flood would hit, so she didn't send her team out scavenging.

Instead, she only informed them that the ATMs in Celestine Ridge had been refilled with cash. Anyone with remaining balances should withdraw what they can.

The bodyguard team had become completely loyal to her instructions—whatever she said, they followed immediately.

She then waved at Chandler. "Come with me. We're going out to collect supplies."

Since he already knew about her storage space, there was no need for concealment.

...

Around eight in the evening, they drove out of the estate.

A low rumble echoed overhead. Mariella slowed the car and leaned out of the window to look up.

Several helicopters were circling in the night sky. Some were landing at No. 1's private helipad, while others were just taking off.

No. 1 sat at the center of Celestine Ridge. It was the largest property there, complete with a private helipad. It belonged to the Hancocks, the wealthiest in the region.

Even at this hour, helicopters were coming and going nonstop. It was clear the Hancocks were aggressively stockpiling supplies.

Kieran had clearly taken her earlier reminder seriously.

Mariella pressed her lips together and continued driving.

She had to accelerate her own plans before the flood arrived. She needed precious metals and gemstones to expand her space, because when the flood hit, it would wipe out nearly a third of the city's structures.

The two of them switched to a speedboat along the way and encountered many survivors.

After more than ten days of relentless flooding, many families had already run out of food. Government aid wasn't enough to keep them fed.

Once the rain stopped, people used every possible watercraft to search for supplies.

Most were homemade rafts or small kayaks. A speedboat like theirs drew immediate attention.

As they passed, envious eyes followed them, and a few people clearly looked tempted.

But although Mariella looked slender and delicate, Chandler beside her was tall, sharp, and clearly well-trained. Therefore, no one dared to make a move.

At one point, Mariella thought she heard helicopter engines overhead again.

Maybe it was Hancocks' supply flights passing by.

She raised binoculars and looked up, but the night visibility was poor. She couldn't confirm anything.

Chandler navigated the boat to their destination and checked his phone. "This is the street. There are at least three jewelry stores for gold, silver, and gemstones."

Mariella pulled out two sets of diving gear from her storage space. They suited up quickly.

Before entering the water, she tied a rope around both of their waists.

The underwater environment was unpredictable. If the flood suddenly worsened, she wanted to be able to pull him directly into her space.

She wasn't risking separation.

After putting on her oxygen tank and mask, she leaned slightly toward him and smiled wickedly. "No matter where we go, I like keeping you tied to my waist."

Chandler rolled his eyes.

Unlike usual, he didn't react strongly. He just gave her a complicated look.

Their boss really had a strange sense of humor, and she was always coming up with unsettling jokes. Honestly, he almost missed the days when she just focused on "selling dreams."

Well, if you work for someone like this, you eventually get used to it.

Mariella raised a brow. Huh. No reaction?

She had expected him to panic or immediately try to break the rope and escape.

It seemed he was developing immunity to her teasing.

How boring.

...

Fully equipped, they dove into the water.

At the first jewelry store, Chandler skillfully broke the lock and lifted the metal shutter.

He then took the hammer Mariella handed him from her space and smashed the glass door repeatedly.

The reinforced glass shattered quickly. He kicked it open, and they entered.

Bright waterproof headlamps illuminated everything inside.

Gold, platinum, palladium, silver, gemstone jewelry, and emerald ornaments—rows upon rows of valuables glittered inside the display cases.

Mariella moved quickly and took everything into her space.

Chandler worked just as efficiently, stuffing items into a bag that quickly bulged.

In perfect coordination, they stripped the store in record time.

When the counters were empty, Mariella took the full bag from him and tossed it into her space, then pulled out a crowbar.