Chapter 156 Hypnotic Gas
Steven leaned against the wall, silently waiting for Brock to arrive.
As he had expected, the other party didn't come in guns blazing but instead used a high-temperature flamethrower.
After all, for Brock, killing Steven wasn't a meaningful task.
After a while, the dark golden door slowly opened.
Steven squinted his eyes, his right hand ready to draw and shoot.
However, when he saw the face of the person coming in, he stopped his action because the person coming in wasn't Brock!
Steven cursed inwardly. 'Damn Frank!'
The information Frank provided didn't mention that there were other people in the shelter.
According to Steven's estimation, in such a crisis, one wouldn't let anyone other than close relatives into their house.
Unless, like him, they had endless supplies and chose useful helpers like Elinor and Henry.
The person who came in was tall and burly, holding a kukri knife, with a bundle of rope hanging from his waist.
Steven recognized who he was.
For a while, he often saw this person on TV.
He was a movie star named Benjamin Lewis, reportedly a good friend of Brock.
Steven suppressed his urge to act, knowing it wasn't the right time yet.
Brock clearly didn't intend to kill him immediately.
And without seeing Brock in person, Steven couldn't be sure there weren't other traps in the shelter.
He had to be patient.
Benjamin approached Steven and poked his arm with the kukri knife.
Steven felt a slight pain, but fortunately, his thick clothes made it bearable.
He squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth without making a sound, and watched Benjamin's movements closely.
If Benjamin tried to harm him, he would immediately fight back.
Fortunately, Benjamin was just testing.
Seeing no reaction from Steven, he took Steven's gun and tied him up tightly with the rope.
As for Frank, he had long been knocked out by the sleeping gas, lying there like a dead fish.
Benjamin, with great strength, carried Steven on his shoulder and walked into the shelter.
Steven squinted his eyes, quietly observing the interior of the shelter.
He had to admit the life of the wealthy was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
After leaving the passage, they entered a circular hall, filled with a futuristic metallic aesthetic.
It was like the interior of a spaceship in a sci-fi movie.
But it was even more luxurious than in the movies.
Benjamin threw Steven onto the floor.
"Here he is. This guy is really dumb; it didn't take any effort to deal with him." Benjamin's voice carried a mocking tone.
In his view, Steven had already inhaled the sleeping gas and was tightly bound, making him a caged bird.
At this moment, a man in a yellow robe walked out from a side door.
"Isn't this what we expected? I spent a billion dollars building this shelter. If it couldn't handle someone like him, wouldn't my money be wasted?"
Steven saw the man's face and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
The main character appeared.
Brock glanced at the tightly bound Steven, feeling relieved, and then started chatting with Benjamin.
Meanwhile, Steven opened his extradimensional space.
He released the high-strength sleeping gas he had previously absorbed.
Brock and Benjamin didn't notice anything unusual and continued chatting.
"How about we take this guy's snowmobile for a spin after we get it? I have no idea what it's like outside."
"Sure, we can also grab some food while we're out."
The two had already started planning what to do with Steven's snowmobile.
Brock laughed but suddenly felt Benjamin swaying in front of him.
"Benjamin, stop swaying!"
Benjamin looked puzzled, "I'm not swaying, but you... why are there six of you?"
By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late.
Their bodies swayed and then collapsed to the ground.
Steven took out a knife from the extradimensional space and cut the ropes binding his hands, quickly freeing himself from all restraints.
Steven walked over and confiscated all the weapons from the two men.
Brock's two golden Desert Eagles were very eye-catching, made entirely of gold with beautiful patterns.
"All show, no substance." Steven commented lightly, finding them less practical than his police handgun.
He stored all these dangerous items in his extradimensional space.
Then he took out two bundles of rope and tied the two men up very securely, using professional Japanese bondage techniques.
Everyone had their hobbies, right?
To prevent them from escaping using special methods as he did, Steven also took out some zip ties and firmly bound their wrists, thumbs, and legs.
After finishing this, Steven looked at the unconscious pair. According to their own words, it would take a long time for them to wake up.
Steven then turned his attention to the shelter, which was said to be the most expensive in the world.
Huge! It was really huge!
The living room alone had over a thousand square feet of space.
The interior decor was understated yet luxurious, with warm yellow tones dominating the color scheme. The tables and chairs were mostly elegant silver-gray, looking very high-end under the warm yellow light.
A large 100-inch TV hung on the north wall.
Below the TV were various gaming consoles and cartridges, indicating they were avid gamers.
The sofa in the middle of the living room was clearly an imported high-end piece just by its design.
There was also a large bar in the corner, stocked with various liquors.
On the other side was an open island kitchen.
Behind the living room was another door, and Steven walked over with his gun.
He gently pulled the door open.
As the door opened, a white light shone on Steven's face. When he saw what was in front of him, he was momentarily stunned.
He had thought the living room was big enough and that there might be a yard with a pool and garden behind it.
But he didn't expect the garden to be this large!
In front of him was a massive ecological garden!
It housed various rare plants and trees. Even in such cold weather, there were some tropical plants, which was incredible.
Not only was there a botanical garden, but there was also a large area that seemed to be a farm.
However, the farm seemed neglected and almost abandoned.
If it weren't for the furrows, Steven wouldn't have guessed that this wasteland was once a farm.
Steven's curiosity grew stronger, and he continued to explore.
Seeing such lush plants in the apocalypse indeed made him happy.
The temperature in the botanical garden was noticeably higher than in the previous room.
The ceiling had UV lights to promote photosynthesis.
Many plants inside were withered, likely due to the lack of care.
Steven walked slowly, covering about a hundred feet before reaching the end.
Then, he saw something resembling a zoo.
The reason it was only "resembling" a zoo was that there were no animals, but the cages were still there, with some animal droppings visible.
"Is this what a billion-dollar shelter looks like? It's practically a micro-ecosystem!" he nearly yelled out.
Steven couldn't help but marvel.
'What does it mean to be wealthy?'
'This is what it means to be wealthy.'
A shelter built ten years ago had already considered all aspects of sustainable development.
The professional team that built this shelter was indeed impressive.
Steven walked forward for quite a while before reaching the edge of the shelter.
Through the frosted windows, he could vaguely see a large yard outside.
The area of this villa was truly astonishing, making it a perfect castle in the apocalypse!
"What a great place. But from now on, it's mine!" A happy smile appeared on Steven's face.
Living here was much better than in his small three-bedroom apartment.
His interest was piqued. If the first layer was already so fascinating, what wonders might the other layers hold?
Steven turned back to the living room and then climbed the stairs to the second floor.
The second floor's decor was much more extravagant than the first. The central area was filled with sofas and bean bag chairs, with clothes, underwear, and slippers strewn everywhere.
The place was a mess, indicating that their lives had become more indulgent in the apocalypse than before.
The tables were covered with bottles, cigarette butts, and other trash.
On either side were individual rooms, each labeled with its purpose.
Game room, pet room, entertainment room, waterbed room, and so on.
Steven was as excited as if he had found a treasure trove, rubbing his hands together as he opened each room.
The game room alone was over a thousand square feet, filled with every gaming console and cartridge imaginable, covering the walls!
There was even a wall with a glass cabinet displaying thousands of extremely rare figurines.
Steven roughly estimated that the figurines on this wall alone were worth millions of dollars!
"Playing games here in the future wouldn't be bad. Shit, rich people really know how to have fun!"
Steven couldn't help but curse. The lives of these wealthy people were beyond his wildest dreams.
He closed the door and eagerly went to check the other rooms.
When he opened one room, the sight made him pause.
Inside the room were three stunningly beautiful women with hot bodies, playing around.
Faced with a stranger suddenly appearing with a weapon, the girls in the room huddled in the corner, terrified.
One girl, with big, anxious eyes, looked at Steven and said, "Who... who are you? What do you want?"
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