Chapter 160 Release
After Steven had dealt with Brock, Steven also killed Benjamin, who was nearby.
Benjamin was relatively lucky; he was still unconscious when he died, so he didn't experience much pain.
Steven placed both bodies into the extradimensional space, planning to dispose of them somewhere later.
There were still bloodstains on the floor, so he fetched a mop from the bathroom and cleaned them up.
Frank still hadn't woken up.
Steven stared at him intently for a minute.
If he wanted to kill Frank, he could do it now, and Frank wouldn't even know.
'To kill or not?' Steven was hesitant about what to do with Frank.
After all, without Frank's help, he wouldn't have found this place.
Without his cooperation, Steven wouldn't have successfully entered the shelter and taken control of it.
However, Steven couldn't accept living under the same roof with a man he couldn't trust.
After much thought, Steven made a decision.
He didn't rush to deal with Frank but went back to the second floor.
There were still three prostitutes here; keeping them would just waste food, so it was better to deal with them quickly.
Steven went to the second floor and opened the door to the pet room.
The three women were tightly bound, sitting back-to-back on the soft carpet.
Their large areas of tan skin and deliberately exposed sexy parts would make any normal man drool.
To be honest, if Steven didn't know they were prostitutes, he might have considered keeping them around, even if it was just for them to perform "Flight of the Bumblebee" for him occasionally.
Steven had gagged their mouths; they were eager to speak, their eyes full of pleading.
They seemed to sense that this man was very dangerous and began to worry about their safety.
Steven walked over, pulled them up from the floor, and led them downstairs.
Passing through the second-floor living room, he saw clothes, underwear, stockings, uniforms, and condoms strewn everywhere.
Steven stopped.
The three women thought Steven was interested in them and looked at him with pleading eyes, moving closer to him.
Steven ignored them and picked up their clothes, then continued to drive them downstairs.
It wasn't until they neared the hallway by the front door that the three women realized what was happening, and they shook their heads in terror.
Steven pulled out a knife, cut the ropes binding them, and threw their clothes at them.
"Leave here! Go fend for yourselves outside."
Steven had no personal grudge against them, so he didn't want to kill them; this was his bottom line.
But he also wouldn't keep these cunning prostitutes in his house, as that would be leaving danger behind.
As for their fate outside, that had nothing to do with Steven.
The world would kill them, not him!
Although it felt somewhat hypocritical and pointless, Steven didn't want to stain his hands with the blood of those who had no enmity or conflict of interest with him.
This was one of the few remnants of his humanity in the apocalypse.
The three women, hearing that Steven was kicking them out and seeing the snow-covered world outside, began to cry in fear.
They begged Steven bitterly, but he remained unmoved.
They even offered to provide him with their highest level of service, but Steven was not swayed.
When choosing between life and lust, survival was clearly more important!
He didn't trust the humanity of a group of prostitutes; the case was simple.
Steven pointed his gun at them, and in despair, the three women quickly dressed and left the shelter.
As soon as they were out, Steven closed the entrance to the passage.
Watching them in their fur coats, black stockings, and high heels, Steven shook his head.
"If they freeze to death, at least they'll be preserved as beautiful specimens. It's better than me killing them myself!" he murmured.
Now, the only living people in the room were Steven and Frank.
Frank had inhaled a lot of the sleeping gas, and it was uncertain when he would wake up.
For safety reasons, Steven tied him up as well.
His binding skills had improved a lot today.
Having just taken control of the entire shelter, Steven began to study the internal structure of this super shelter.
The doors that were previously inaccessible were all opened by Steven.
Steven went down to the basement storage; he was eager to know how many supplies were left in the shelter.
He arrived at the storage room door and used the access key, a black metal magnetic card, to open it.
The heavy metal door opened from the middle, revealing a circular entrance. White cold air billowed out, making Steven shiver.
The first thing Steven saw was a mess all over the floor.
Many canned goods were thrown on the ground, with food spilled everywhere, but it hadn't spoiled due to the low temperature.
Wearing snow boots, Steven slowly walked in.
He saw that it was a storage room of about 2,000 square feet, and the supplies inside were already running low.
Especially the food, which was mostly canned for easy storage.
"No wonder there are cans everywhere; it looks like Brock got sick of eating them." Steven shook his head helplessly.
The storage room mainly contained food, and judging by the remaining amount, it could sustain one person for at least six months.
But Brock, who had lived a life of luxury, was used to eating rare and precious foods, so these canned goods stored ten years ago on a whim didn't suit his taste at all.
Moreover, he had to share them with Benjamin and the prostitutes in the house.
"The spending habits of the rich are indeed very different from ordinary people. If it were me, this entire storage room would be filled with canned and compressed food, enough to last one person for decades!" Steven couldn't help but sigh.
When IronShield Security Company designed this shelter, they considered the issue of apocalypse survival.
But they overlooked Brock's eating habits.
According to Frank, most of the canned goods here were cleared out by Brock because he found them bothersome.
Steven walked over, picked up a can, and opened it with a knife.
Inside was a large can of luncheon meat, which would probably cause a frenzy if thrown into Sunshine Community.
"But I don't eat this stuff either, so I'll just leave it here for now. Maybe I'll need it later." Steven wasn't very interested in these foods either.
His extradimensional space was stocked with fresh ingredients and delicious dishes prepared by top chefs.
Besides the storage room, Steven also checked out other areas.
The shelter had a dozen rooms, all sealed with heavy metal doors that could only be opened with a magnetic card key.
And the highest level of access was in Steven's hands.
In other words, these rooms could become sturdy cages at any time.
If Steven didn't open the doors, anyone locked inside would need thousands of pounds of force to break the electromagnetic locks.
The more Steven looked, the more satisfied he became.
However, when he checked the energy system, he noticed a problem with the shelter.
This super shelter, spanning thousands of square feet and four floors, consumed an enormous amount of energy!
Just the electricity and heating alone used fifty times the energy of Steven's safe house!
In other words, with Steven's current energy reserves, he could only keep this place running for five years.
'Although it's a problem, it's not a big one.'
Steven stroked his chin and thought of a solution. 'There are plenty of large gas stations outside. I can just empty a few more to solve this issue.'
After inspecting the entire shelter, Steven felt completely at ease.
Compared to his $1.1 million small house, this place was a significant upgrade in both defense and comfort!
Even the furniture in the house was all top-notch, bought from the world's best furniture makers.
Steven returned to the living room on the first floor and added another six months' worth of energy to the shelter. The temperature in the house rose to 80 degrees Fahrenheit.
Steven felt warm and comfortable.
'I'll live here from now on. But if I could have a few more obedient and sensible women to keep me company, life would be perfect.'
'To play a full game of cards, I'd need at least four women!'
'They'd play cards while I watch from under the table. It would be wonderful!'
Steven lay on the sofa, squinting happily and dreaming of a beautiful future.
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