Chapter 159 Relax, Dizziness Is Normal
Steven calmly took out a pack of cigarettes, then pulled one out and put it in his mouth.
"Do you smoke?" Steven offered the cigarette to Brock.
Brock instinctively turned his head away, "Thanks, but I don't smoke these."
Steven smiled slightly. No wonder Brock was a famous rich scion; even now, he was still picky.
It was clear that he hadn't lacked supplies recently.
Steven wasn't in a hurry to negotiate. He took a couple of puffs and flicked the ash onto the ground.
"In fact, the reason I'm here is that I'm looking for a safe place to live."
Steven continued, "It's too dangerous outside, supplies are scarce, and it's freezing. Your place is so big that one more person won't make a difference, right?"
Listening to Steven's calm tone, Brock felt a bit more at ease.
"Your goal is just to move in? You don't want to kill me and take over this place?" Brock asked.
Steven chuckled. "Kill you? There's no need for that."
He spread his arms, "This place is huge. Even if a hundred people lived here, it would still be spacious. I'm not going to kill someone for no reason."
"Besides, I hope to take this opportunity to become friends with you, Mr. Johnson." Steven's attitude seemed quite sincere.
Brock's eyes shifted. "You want to befriend me?"
Steven nodded seriously. "Exactly!"
He stood up from his chair and began to pace slowly. "This snowstorm is indeed troublesome and has caused some social chaos. But such abnormal weather can't last forever; sooner or later, society will return to its former order."
"For someone like me, if I can become friends with a wealthy man like you, Mr. Johnson, with your support, I could have a meteoric rise, right?" he added.
A proud look appeared on Brock's face. "Of course! If you just have a little support from me, you could become an upper-class person!"
"Not to mention support, in the past, even if I slapped you, the compensation would save you thirty years of struggle!"
He said this, but in his heart, he thought, 'It seems this guy thinks the snowstorm will soon be over. That's good; he's still afraid of the order of civilized society and won't dare to kill me.'
Steven smiled. "That's exactly what I mean. Right now, we each get what we need. I move in, and I can provide you with what you need."
"For example, I can protect your safety. You've seen what I can do!"
"And I have transportation, so I can go out to find supplies and take you to other places."
"I believe we'll work well together, right? Why fight to the death? That's what savages do; I won't do that!"
Brock felt increasingly reassured. "Alright, I can agree to that. First, help me untie the ropes."
Steven shook his head. "Mr. Johnson, you're not playing by the rules! I've shown my sincerity, but what about you? How can I trust you if you don't show yours?"
Brock's eyes turned icy, "What do you want? You can take anything in this house."
"If you need women, there are three prostitutes on the second floor I can give you."
Steven squinted, "I don't need any of that. To show your sincerity, I want you to give me the user manual for this shelter!"
"Only then can I fully trust you."
A hesitant look appeared on Brock's face.
Steven didn't give him time to think and said directly, "If you don't, I can't guarantee my safety here."
"It's just a user manual. Besides, even if you don't give it to me, I can figure it out myself eventually!"
Brock frowned, "That might be harder than you think! This shelter isn't as easy to control as you imagine."
Steven's face showed displeasure.
"Mr. Johnson, I'm sincerely discussing this with you. If you're willing to cooperate, we can get along well."
"But," he took a deep breath, his eyes turning cold, "don't push me too far!"
Brock felt a chill in his heart.
He was very afraid of death!
In terms of courage, he was even less than the ordinary people of Sunshine Community who had been through hell.
He was very wealthy, and once the snowstorm was over, he could live happily again.
So, he cherished his life very much.
He said hurriedly, "Don't be hasty. Let me ask you, if I agree to give you the user manual for this shelter, can you guarantee not to kill us?"
Steven's gaze was firm as he slowly nodded. "I've said it before, I'm not a person who kills indiscriminately. And after the snowstorm, I hope to become your friend."
Brock believed Steven's words.
After all, at this moment, he had no other choice; Steven could kill him at any time.
Following Brock's instructions, Steven found the user manual for the shelter on his computer.
Seeing it, Steven was also impressed by the complexity and precision of the shelter.
Without the manual, if Steven had operated it randomly, he would have triggered the console's built-in self-destruct function.
Then the entire shelter would have been completely sealed, turning into a giant steel tomb.
Brock said to Steven, "Now, can you untie me?"
Steven didn't even look up, "Don't be in such a hurry! I need to test if the manual you gave me is real."
Steven took the computer to the control room and tried to operate it.
After confirming that all functions were working, he nodded in satisfaction.
"From now on, I'm officially the owner of this shelter!" Steven's smile almost reached his ears.
He didn't expect to get a top-notch shelter so easily; it was incredibly lucky!
He put down the laptop and returned to the living room on the first floor.
Brock looked at him and said, "So, did you verify it? Untie me; I feel numb all over!"
"Alright, just a moment," Steven replied.
He took a blanket from the sofa and spread it on the floor.
He walked over to Brock and suddenly pulled out a knife from his waist.
Then he grabbed Brock's head and stabbed the knife into Brock's neck.
Blood gushed out like a spring. Brock looked at Steven in shock, seemingly unable to understand why Steven still wanted to kill him after he had done what Steven asked.
But he couldn't speak; blood was gushing from his throat.
Steven held his head and gently laid him on the blanket, saying softly, "Relax, relax, and take a deep breath. That's right."
"It'll be a bit dizzy at first, but that's normal. Soon, you won't feel any pain!" he added.
Before long, Brock indeed felt no more pain.
But he died with his eyes open, seemingly very unwilling.
Steven wrapped him in the blanket so that there wouldn't be a lot of blood on the floor, making it easier to clean up.
He explained softly, "Sorry, I just didn't feel like explaining. But now you're of no use to me, and I can't keep a useless person around, can I?"
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