Natalie shouted through the door, "I'm going to count to three. Leave my doorstep right now, or don't blame me for what happens next." Her words stunned everyone. Not just the neighbors gathered outside to watch, but even Olivia behind her was left speechless. This woman is seriously tough! She really doesn't care about anyone's reputation ... The man outside heard her and frowned. "Natalie! You're resisting arrest! Don't make this harder than it has to be!" "Three." Natalie ignored him and started counting. The young officer insisted, "Open the door now!" "Two.""Or else I won't hold back!" "One." As soon as Natalie finished counting, a mechanism triggered—the peephole slid aside, revealing a shooting slot. Natalie raised her nail gun and fired without hesitation. A nail hit the officer right between the eyes. He stared in shock, not even able to react before several more nails slammed into his head. Covered in nails, the man stumbled backward. With a heavy thud, his body crashed to the floor. Screams exploded from the crowd outside. "She killed someone again!" "She attacked a cop!" "She murdered a police officer!"Just then, the door to the 14th-floor hallway swung open. Natalie stood there, looking like a viper, her nail gun raised and her eyes cold. "Shut up! You're all too loud!" Instantly, everyone fell silent. She'd just attacked a cop—who would dare make a sound now? Natalie glared at them one by one. Whenever her gaze landed on someone, they quickly looked away. She said coldly, "Why are you still standing here? Want to join him?" Everyone panicked, shoving and scrambling to run away as fast as they could. Finally, she felt peace return, and she closed her door with satisfaction. Even Olivia was shaken. She stammered, "Na-Natalie, you're in big trouble now!"Has Natalie lost her mind? How could she attack a cop? But Natalie looked completely unfazed. "Let me teach you something. Just because someone rides a white horse doesn't mean they're a prince, and wearing a uniform doesn't make you a cop." Olivia froze, then her eyes widened. "You mean ... he was fake?" How could that be? He looked so official. Natalie nodded. "Real police in Drakoria never work alone—they always come in pairs or more. Plus, he hung around forever and never showed any ID." Olivia still looked nervous. "Is that really enough to know he was an imposter?" What if he were real? That would be a serious crime! "Of course not." Natalie tapped her shoulder. "The biggest giveaway was his cheap, fake badge.""Forget about the crooked lines—just look at the rank ... " She snorted. "A twenty-something lieutenant? What a joke." Olivia finally understood. No wonder! Natalie might be ruthless, but she always had her limits. There's no way she'd just kill a real cop out of nowhere. She'd been terrified just now, thinking Natalie had lost it. But remembering the fake cop's behavior and Natalie's explanation ... Yeah ... He was so sloppy, he deserved what he got. Olivia didn't know much about police ranks, but if Natalie was so sure, she trusted her. She relaxed, looking at Natalie with admiration. "Natalie, you're amazing. If it were me, I'd probably have been scared into going with him ..."Just imagining it made her shudder. "If I'd really gone with him, who knows what terrible things could've happened!" Natalie rolled her eyes. There was no way she'd ever go with him. She'd only ever send him packing— Straight to the afterlife. Natalie hadn't hesitated for a second. If someone was bold enough to fake being a cop right after the apocalypse, when everyone thought order was coming back, it meant he had a dangerous plan—maybe even wanted her dead. Of course, she had to end him. Natalie nodded at Olivia and headed back to eat. Olivia thought about going out to deal with the fake cop's body. But then she figured, leaving it there might scare those annoying neighbors—so she went home too.Meanwhile, Owen, who'd been watching everything on the 14th floor, was so angry he flipped his table. Elena pouted, grumbling, "Olivia is impossible to kill!" Owen spun around and slapped her. "Shut up! If you hadn't brought it up yesterday, my cousin wouldn't be dead!" Elena clutched her face, hurt. How is this my fault? You were the one who wanted to trick Natalie out and kill Olivia! Your cousin was your choice, not mine. She looked miserable on the outside, but inside, she was cursing him out.