Chapter 144 Not a Single One Can Be Left Out
Steven leaned against the corner of the hallway, holding the riot shield firmly in front of him.
The explosion was louder than he had imagined, making his eardrums ache.
However, the blast didn't reach here, only causing some dust to fall from the walls.
Steven exhaled a long breath.
He held the riot shield with force, carrying a loaded assault rifle in one hand, and step by step, he walked to the door of 1301.
After seeing the scene inside clearly, Steven relaxed.
The effect of the two grenades was quite good.
More than a dozen people were lying scattered in the room, and the furniture had been knocked over, crushing some people and leaving only half of their bodies visible.
In the corner of the room, a man with a face full of blood struggled for a long time but couldn't stand up, only staring at Steven with extreme hatred.
"We helped you so much; why did you kill us!!" As he opened his mouth, blood flowed out, but he continued to roar in anger.
He felt betrayed. They had helped Steven for so long; how could Steven turn on them like this?
"You helped me? I don't think so." Steven said as he raised his gun, aimed at the man's head, and ended his life with one shot.
Ridiculous neighbors, even now, still thought they had helped Steven.
If it weren't for Steven's protection, they would have been dead long ago.
Allowing them to live until now was already Steven's greatest mercy.
Steven raised his gun, aiming at each person or corpse on the ground, and shot them all in the head.
As expected, someone pretending to be dead couldn't take it anymore, and he got up, shouting, trying to fight Steven.
But what greeted him was still a cold, merciless bullet.
One by one, bullets were fired from the carbine, slow but powerful.
Each bullet would precisely take a life.
Steven never wasted bullets; they were extremely precious in the apocalypse.
Five minutes later, Steven had given each person an extra bullet.
During this time, some cursed, some begged, and some screamed in despair, but Steven was very fair, treating everyone equally, not firing an extra bullet.
"1, 2, 3, 4... 15, 16... What?" Steven frowned slightly and counted again carefully.
"The number seems off." He looked confused.
He had counted carefully before; besides him and Henry's families, there were 18 people alive in the unit.
Excluding Frank, there should have been 17 left.
But now, no matter how many times he counted, there were only 16 people.
"Sure enough, there's still a smart one. He realized I was going to kill him, so he didn't come." Steven smiled slightly, then touched his chin and thought for a while.
"I seem to have an impression," he murmured.
Steven recalled that person; he seemed to be a business agent.
"Seriously, why struggle so hard? Do you think you could survive?"
Steven sighed, then picked up his gun.
He started searching floor by floor.
Steven knew where that person lived, so his search range was greatly reduced.
An hour later, Steven found him in a kitchen cabinet.
"Do you think you're smart?" Steven asked mockingly.
Under his desperate gaze, Steven gave him a taste of having his brains blown out.
Thus, the entire Building 25 now had only five survivors.
And the culprits who had broken into Steven's room and tried to eat him had all been killed by him.
Although Frank was an outsider, he had died more miserably than Steven in his previous life.
Who could he blame? Frank was too high-profile in buying supplies in the group.
Steven's path of revenge was finally over.
He felt a weight lifted from his heart, and the whole world seemed to become much clearer and brighter.
Even his breathing became incredibly smooth.
"Feels good!"
Steven exhaled a long breath contentedly.
And from now on, there would be no one in Sunshine Community who could threaten him.
In the coming days, he would enjoy a beautiful life in peace.
Of course, the prerequisite was that he and Frank take down Brock's so-called nuclear-proof doomsday shelter.
Then he would leave this place, completely disappearing from everyone's sight.
Steven slung the assault rifle over his back and returned home.
Before he reached Henry's ward, he had already put on a sorrowful expression.
"Henry, I have some bad news. Mrs. Daniels, she..." Steven clenched his fist and sighed deeply in grief.
Henry already understood what had happened. He still asked in disbelief, "What happened to Cara?"
Steven said, "Those neighbors have long been dissatisfied with us. They secretly colluded with people from other apartment buildings, planning to kill us both. Then they would take our supplies and my house."
"Although I killed Walter and Dennis, there were still traitors among the remaining people!" he added.
"They were afraid I would retaliate later, so they acted first and did that to Mrs. Daniels..." Steven showed a pained expression, unable to speak.
Henry closed his eyes in pain; then he slammed his fist into the bed with force!
With a loud bang, the steel bed frame was dented at the corner!
A gleam flashed in Steven's eyes.
It seemed his guess was right; Henry's ability was strength-based.
This was very good; Henry's ability could complement his own.
And in the future, Steven wouldn't have to worry about finding someone to do heavy labor.
"Henry, don't worry! I didn't let those bastards off either; I killed them all to avenge Mrs. Daniels!" Steven said.
Henry slowly opened his eyes, his eyes moist.
He was a sentimental person. Although he had initially been with Cara for her body, as the saying goes, feelings grow over time, and he couldn't help but feel sad.
Henry said, "Those people indeed deserved to die. I had long known their character was bad. I just didn't expect that after all the effort we put into this building, not only did we not get their gratitude, but they also resented us!"
"Those people indeed deserved to die!" He looked quite angrily.
He had no doubts about Steven's words.
Firstly, over the past month, he had witnessed the neighbors' various ungrateful behaviors and had seen Dennis and Walter ambush Steven.
So Steven's claim that the neighbors had long colluded with outsiders to kill them was plausible.
Secondly, and most importantly, for a long time after Cara left, Steven had been in the ward with him, so it ruled out the possibility that Steven had done it.
Steven walked over and said to Henry sincerely, "Henry, I also bear some responsibility for this. I didn't expect them to be so heartless! Don't worry. I'll definitely help you find another wife with a youthful face and a great figure!"
Henry was silent for a moment.
He slowly said, "I prefer someone mature and voluptuous."
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