Chapter 138: Trap or Surrender?
Frank's words instantly transported Steven back to over a decade ago, a time when apocalyptic sci-fi movies had surged in popularity worldwide. During those years, the fascination with apocalyptic scenarios was so pervasive that it even inspired some of the world's wealthiest individuals to take action.
Among these eccentric moves was Brock Johnson's construction of an indestructible shelter, built at an exorbitant cost by IronShield Security. The public had laughed it off as the extravagant whim of a rich heir, a tale that lingered on forums and websites as a classic joke.Steven vividly remembered this story, having followed it with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. It had even influenced his decision to engage IronShield Security for his own projects later.
However, news about the shelter had dissipated over time, leaving many to dismiss it as a folly of a bygone era. But now, standing before Frank, Steven felt a surge of renewed interest.
"Do you know where this shelter is?" He asked, his eyes narrowing with focused intensity.
If there really was a billion-dollar super shelter, it would undoubtedly be one of the safest places in the world! Compared to the safe house Steven had built, that super shelter's security level, indoor space, and internal facilities would be far superior. It was a true doomsday fortress, capable of withstanding nuclear bombs!
Frank glanced around nervously, then said to Steven, "Too many people here. Let's head back and talk in private."
Nodding, Steven gestured for Frank to lead the way.
The pair made their way back to Building 25, heading to a room on the eighth floor. Once inside, Steven closed the door, leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and faced Frank. "Alright, it's just us. Spill."
Frank didn't hold back. He knew Steven's impatience and that wasting time could be dangerous.
"Brock's hideout is actually in Emerald Estate, villa 101," he said directly.
"Emerald Estate 101?" Steven echoed, immediately understanding the significance.
Emerald Estate was one of the most sought-after, lavish neighborhoods in Starlight City. Its real estate pricing — akin to gold per square foot — couldn't adequately capture its opulence. The cheapest villa there was over a hundred million dollars. Residents weren’t just wealthy; they were in a different stratosphere of affluence.Brock's place, villa 101, was a notoriously extravagant mansion worth over $35 million!
After his father passed away, Brock inherited the family's legacy. Known for his hedonistic lifestyle and poor business acumen, he fell off the rich list.
Nonetheless, Brock was dubbed the premier playboy in the country, flaunting his immense wealth and indulgence for nearly four decades. Rumor had it that over 80% of the kingdom’s A-list actresses had crossed paths with him romantically. Some whispers even claimed he had dated tens of thousands of women.
Steven regarded Frank with a playful glint. "Why tell me this?"
This sudden gesture of goodwill had to be laced with ulterior motives. If the refuge was indeed as rumored — a billion-dollar fortress — Steven knew he couldn't seize it with a few firearms at his disposal. Risking his life for a pipe dream didn’t appeal to him.
However, Frank insisted, "I’m telling you because I want in! If you agree to let me join you, I’ll help you take over that place!"
Steven narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Frank.
A billion-dollar sanctuary was a tantalizing prospect. He was nearly done with his dealings in Sunshine Community, having eliminated those necessary. Outside, word might have spread about his stockpile. At this juncture, finding a more secure hideout made sense.
But could he trust the man in front of him?
Steven smirked, shaking his head. "You think I’m gullible? If that place is such a jackpot, why share it with me?"
Frank quickly clarified, "I know where it is, but Brock's the current owner. I can’t take it alone. That’s why I need your help! If you let me tag along and ensure I’m fed and clothed, I’ll give you everything I’ve got in return!"
Steven’s expression remained inscrutable. "A top-tier shelter won’t be easy to infiltrate. And think about it — we don’t know each other. Why drop such a huge opportunity in my lap?"
Steven’s skepticism was palpable. Despite having divulged the shelter’s location, he remained unpersuaded. Frank, desperate, revealed another key detail, "Not only do I know the location, but I’ve been inside! I know the layout well. In fact, Brock and I kept in touch. He found out about you through some channels. He wanted me to lure you over, planning to ambush you for your supplies and snowmobiles!"
Steven’s eyes flashed with lethal intent.
Frank flinched, waving his hands in a panic. "But I declined! I wouldn’t dare cross you!"
Steven’s gaze turned icy. "Maybe you're deceiving me now."
As he spoke, Steven's gun was suddenly trained on Frank's forehead.
"Let's see if you're lying," Steven said coldly.
Frank trembled, pleading desperately, "Don't... don't kill me! I'm telling the truth! Believe me, please believe me!"
A gunshot rang out.
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