Chapter 152 Foul-Mouthed Man
After Frank got out of the car, Steven stored the snowmobile in the extradimensional space.
Frank stood nearby, his eyes wide open. "This... this is..."
Steven glanced at him indifferently. "You've never seen this before?"
Frank was speechless, thinking to himself, 'Of course, I haven't!'
"So, Mr. Rogers, you're a mutant!" he said.
Steven replied, "Actually, I prefer terms like superhuman or psychic. The word 'mutant' feels a bit discriminatory."
Frank was full of curiosity. "I've really learned something new today!"
Steven walked forward on the snow, and Frank quickly followed, his face full of flattery, "Mr. Rogers, I'm sticking with you from now on! You're like a brother to me, so you have to take care of me!"
Steven said, "That depends on your performance."
Frank nodded quickly. "Don't worry. Don't worry. I know Brock very well. This operation will be foolproof!"
Steven smirked. "You better be right!"
He stored the snowmobile to prevent Brock from killing him for it.
Although Steven had mastered the new ability of the extradimensional space, he still wouldn't take unnecessary risks.
The two of them walked towards the neighborhood.
In Emerald Estate, there were over a hundred villas.
Most of the snow had been blown away, only half-burying the doors. Due to the proximity to the river, the temperature was even slightly higher than in Sunshine Community.
As they walked forward, they gradually attracted some attention.
Steven clearly noticed some figures appearing behind the windows.
He asked Frank beside him, "Why do I feel like there are still a lot of people alive here? Do rich people usually have a habit of storing food?"
Frank knew it quite well.
He told Steven, "That's actually true. It's just that what we store at home is different from what ordinary people store."
"For example, my dad once stored over a hundred top-quality Spanish hams in our cold storage!"
"Not to mention, those who live here are all famous wealthy people. Almost every villa has a wine cellar and special food supplies."
"Plus, everyone lives separately, so there won't be large-scale hunger and conflict like in Sunshine Community. Naturally, they can survive a bit longer."
Steven nodded. "I see."
He wasn't too concerned about this.
After all, no one here knew him, and due to the food shortage, these rich people would still starve to death after living a bit longer.
The two of them walked along the road towards Brock's villa, which was located in the center of the neighborhood, numbered 101.
They walked leisurely, with Steven observing the surroundings as they went.
Firstly, he needed to check for any dangers, and secondly, he needed to familiarize himself with the environment for future reference.
As they passed a villa, Steven suddenly heard an excited shout. "Hey, are you here to rescue us?"
Steven and Frank turned to look.
They saw the window of the villa being forcefully opened, and a man wrapped in a black down jacket was waving vigorously at them.
"Who is it?" Steven glanced at Frank. "Your friend?"
Frank wasn't sure either; he did have many acquaintances in the area.
"I don't know. But Mr. Rogers, let's ignore him. Just let him die!" Frank was indifferent.
Steven nodded and was about to continue walking.
But the man, seeing their indifference, became anxious. "Fuck, are you deaf? I told you to come ove. Can't you hear me?"
The man trudged through the snow towards them, quickly blocking Steven and Frank's path.
Steven frowned slightly.
'Why does he sound so familiar?' Steven pondered.
His hand moved to his thigh, contemplating taking this guy out.
However, considering the upcoming operation, he didn't want to alert anyone, so he held back.
Steven just stared coldly at the man, trying to figure out his identity.
Frank was displeased. At times like this, he knew well enough not to let Steven take the helm.
So, he stepped forward and asked, "Who are you?"
The man pulled down the scarf wrapped around his face, revealing his chubby face.
"Don't you recognize me? I'm Barry Richardson, the famous TV host!"
Steven laughed. No wonder the voice sounded familiar, especially Barry's foul mouth, which had become his trademark in the entertainment industry.
Barry Richardson didn't care about their expressions and immediately started cursing.
"Are you two like candles that just won't light up? Why can't I get a spark out of either of you?"
He continued, "We've been calling you for so long, and you only come now to take us away. I really don't know what you people are doing with our taxpayer money!"
Steven initially wanted to slap him.
But hearing Barry say this, both he and Frank were a bit curious.
Calling for help?
Could it be that Barry had contact with a hidden organization in Starlight City?
"What do you mean by that? We..." Steven was about to ask more, but Barry interrupted him.
Barry said, "I'm telling you, we need to leave here now. Although the villa is expensive, we don't have much food left, and the charcoal and alcohol are all used up."
"You need to take us to a shelter and arrange a place for Caroline and me to stay. It must be a separate house! We can't live with others."
When Steven heard the word "shelter," he raised an eyebrow.
It was the first time he had heard someone mention a shelter in Starlight City.
But thinking about it, he found it wasn't surprising.
After all, every city had measures to deal with emergencies.
When facing floods or air raids during wartime, people needed shelters to hide in.
And those hidden organizations were probably in those places.
Steven asked, "Do you know where the shelter is?"
Barry's eyes widened at this, "Asking me? You're there asking me? What are you people doing? Aren't you the ones from the shelter here to pick us up?"
Steven was already annoyed by his screechy voice.
Barry had been foul-mouthed from the start and always had an arrogant attitude.
Steven couldn't understand where his confidence came from.
Steven coldly said, "We're not from the shelter. And don't dream about it; they're too busy to care about you now."
"Wha... what?" Barry raised his pinky fingers, covering his head in horror.
He called out, "How is that possible? We've paid a lot of taxes, we're big stars, and they don't care about us? Aren't they afraid of public opinion?"
Steven and Frank looked at him as if Barry were an idiot.
Frank leaned into Steven's ear and whispered, "There are fewer people in the villa area, and information exchange is limited. He might not know what's really going on outside."
Steven said, "Doesn't he go online?"
After the apocalypse, communication was severely restricted.
For example, when Steven was in Sunshine Community, he could only contact people nearby.
He couldn't reach friends or relatives far away.
But a few major official media outlets could still use super servers to continuously spread news nationwide.
Could Barry really be that out of touch with the outside world?
Suddenly, Steven recalled the news that official media had been broadcasting daily.
"According to data from Johns Hopkins University, this snowstorm will last for three months. After three months, global temperatures will significantly rise, reaching above 32 degrees Fahrenheit."
"The Astralium Kingdom has launched comprehensive rescue operations in response to this snowstorm, achieving remarkable results."
"In response to the demands of the people, we are fighting the snowstorm with persistence and determination..."
"Establishing new mechanisms, clarifying new directions, expanding new income sources, accumulating new advantages, and exploring new pilot projects..."
"It is the premise, the foundation, the key, the core, and the guarantee..."
"We will fully open up during this snowstorm, allowing everyone to adapt to the cold. Although there will be short-term pain, it will be beneficial in the long run."
He suddenly realized why Barry was in this state.
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