Chapter 155 Emerald Estate 101
Steven had no idea he was being targeted. He was highly focused because he might soon face a life-and-death showdown.
Before long, the two of them arrived near Emerald Estate 101.
In fact, Steven had seen it from a distance.
If Emerald Estate was a luxurious town, then Emerald Estate 101 was the palace in that town.
It was a black luxury villa made of some unknown material.
Although it had been painted on the outside to look like an ordinary villa, the metallic texture was impossible to completely hide.
The snow-covered roof made it look solemn and luxurious, much like a Nordic castle in the snow.
Although it appeared to be only two stories high, it was nearly 65 feet tall.
Even the steps were 10 feet above the snow.
The moment Steven appeared here, he immediately opened the door to the extradimensional space in front of him.
The space door was intangible and had no thickness; it was a two-dimensional plane.
But anything attacking Steven would pass through it, entering another space.
Steven hadn't figured out its offensive capabilities yet, but its defense and counterattack abilities were maxed out.
It was very suitable for Steven's current cautious approach.
Although Frank had said there were no heavy weapons in the shelter, Steven chose to trust himself.
Steven shoved Frank, making him stumble, then pointed a gun at his head and said, "Is this the shelter you mentioned? Go open the door for me!"
Frank looked up at the black metal door and shouted, "Wait a moment. I'll open it for you."
In the control room of the villa, a man in a yellow silk robe stood in front of the monitor, staring intently at Steven.
He was Brock, a famous tycoon in the Astralium Kingdom.
In the footage, he saw Frank give him a signal, but Brock remained unmoved and didn't press the button to open the door.
Their agreed time was supposed to be tomorrow, but Steven had shown up today, catching him off guard and unprepared.
Moreover, he didn't see the snowmobile he was most interested in.
Although there was food and women in the shelter, he was someone who loved freedom to his core and believed in "Give me liberty or give me death." Therefore, he was eager to leave the shelter and breathe the free air outside.
'Where's the snowmobile?' Brock frowned, looking very displeased.
So, he didn't open the door for Frank and continued to observe quietly.
Frank approached the door, pretending to unlock it with a retinal scan.
Obviously, this method had no effect.
Steven, waiting at the door, grew impatient.
He pointed the gun at the back of Frank's head. "Bastard! Are you messing with me? Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now?"
Frank was terrified, "No, don't shoot! I can open the door. I can definitely open it! Just let me try a bit more."
He shakily approached the door, actually signaling to the surveillance camera.
"The door can be opened. It can be opened!" He continued murmuring, "We've worked so hard, so we can't fail now! Otherwise, we won't get another chance like this!"
In the control room, Brock understood Frank's message.
Frank was telling Brock that if they didn't capture Steven this time, Frank would die here.
And if Frank died, there would be no one to help Brock lure Steven over.
Brock stroked his chin. He didn't trust Frank that much.
But considering the shelter's defense was practically impenetrable from a modern physics standpoint, Brock had nothing to fear.
"If you try any tricks, I'll burn you alive! Turn you into roast pigs." Brock smirked and pressed the button to open the door.
Outside, Steven heard the mechanical sound and quickly pulled Frank in front of him, pressing the gun firmly against his head.
This was an act.
But it wasn't just an act.
If anything unexpected happened, he would not hesitate to use Frank as a shield or blow his head off.
In front of Steven and Frank, a heavy black metal door slowly opened.
The door was 10 feet high, had no lock, and was mechanically interlocked, leaving no gaps.
When the door opened, a strong sense of futuristic technology hit them.
Behind the door was a 33-foot-long passage, sealed with dark silver metal, with dozens of small lights embedded in the walls, illuminating the entire passage.
It was hard to imagine this shelter had been built ten years ago; even today, it was a very advanced structure.
This was the power of money!
Frank pointed inside, "Mr. Rogers, let's go in! There's another door inside, and once it's open, we can enter the shelter."
At the end of the passage was another dark gold metal door, the combination of gold and silver looking luxurious and magical.
Steven pressed the gun against Frank's head, pushing him step by step inside.
In reality, Steven was secretly prepared for any impending crisis.
When they reached the middle of the passage, the door behind them quickly closed.
In the control room, Brock held a glass of red wine in one hand and pressed a green button on the control panel with the other.
At the same time, hundreds of small holes suddenly appeared from all directions inside the passage.
White gas spewed out, instantly engulfing the two of them.
Brock quietly observed the changes inside the passage, hearing a burst of intense cursing.
"Frank, you bastard, how dare you trick me!" Steven shouted. "Open the door for me, or I'll kill you!"
"Steven, stop struggling. If you kill me, you'll die, too! Just accept your fate. I don't want your life; I just want your supplies," Frank said.
"Fuck, you're dreaming! I'll kill you right now!!" Steven threatened.
"If you have the guts, shoot me! If you kill me, you won't survive either!" Frank cried out.
Gunshots quickly rang out inside the passage.
Brock swirled his wine glass, waiting indifferently.
The high-strength sedative gas used in the shelter would put them into a 24-hour coma with just a little inhalation.
And even if they woke up, they would be in a state of complete weakness.
He waited a full five minutes, ensuring the gas had filled the entire passage and that Steven and Frank had inhaled a large amount of it, then he stopped the gas.
"Go tie them up!" Brock smiled confidently, feeling everything was under his control.
He didn't know that Steven was wearing a gas mask and had used the extradimensional space to absorb the gas around him.
Steven was just pretending to be unconscious, while Frank was genuinely passed out.
Steven squinted slightly, his fallen position facing the dark gold metal door.
The moment Brock appeared, he would draw his gun and take him down!
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