Chapter 182 Sniper
Following Dawson's instructions, Steven packed the necessary supplies into a canvas bag.
Then, he geared up and headed towards Dawson's residence with the bag in hand.
Exercising extreme caution, Steven held a riot shield in front of him to block any potential shots from Dawson.
Step by step, he walked to the front of Villa 302 and placed the canvas bag on the doorstep, making sure not to draw any attention to himself.
After completing his task, Steven took a few steps back, distancing himself from the villa.
Steven walked a good distance away and then hid behind a pine tree.
The branches were covered with snow, providing excellent visual cover.
In his hand, a sniper rifle wrapped in white cloth appeared.
It was no longer the police sniper rifle but a more adaptable military model.
This type of gun maintained excellent performance even in extreme conditions.
He knelt down, using a tree branch as a support, and aimed at the canvas bag at the door.
From 1,640 feet away, as soon as Dawson appeared, he could immediately take him out!
After making all the preparations, Steven took out his phone and sent Dawson a message.
Steven: [The stuff is at your door.]
There was no response from the other side.
Steven frowned slightly, holding the gun and quietly waiting for Dawson to appear.
However, after a long time, there was no movement at the door.
Steven felt something was off.
'That old bastard, did he not receive my message?' Steven thought.
He instinctively wanted to take out his phone and call Dawson.
But the moment his hand touched the phone, he stopped.
'That's not right!'
'If I call or send another message, it means I know he hasn't taken the stuff.'
'If he's doing this on purpose, he'll definitely suspect I'm nearby.'
Steven took a slow breath and continued to focus on the scope.
'Wait a bit longer! He wouldn't risk his life to contact me for supplies if he wasn't going to come out!'
'Unless he's already dead.'
Steven maintained his kneeling position, never taking his eyes off the canvas bag.
Fortunately, he was wearing the best cold-weather gear; otherwise, his right leg would have frozen within ten minutes.
Time passed by the minute.
After about fifteen minutes, the door of Villa 302 slowly opened.
A double-barreled shotgun barrel cautiously scanned the surroundings.
After confirming there was no danger nearby, a short old man slowly stepped out of the house.
Dawson's face was well-known to anyone who had been online, making it easy to confirm his identity.
He looked down at the canvas bag, ready to pick it up.
In an instant, a deafening roar echoed through the neighborhood!
Dawson's head was blown open, and his body was knocked back, hitting the door before falling heavily to the ground.
Seeing that he had succeeded, Steven quickly packed up the sniper rifle and took out an assault rifle, rushing towards Villa 302!
Reaching Dawson, Steven first shot him in the head again, then decisively charged into the house.
Dawson's villa wasn't as large as Brock's shelter, but it was still sizable.
Steven was methodically searching for the elusive computer capable of sending scheduled messages..
He didn't miss a single corner of the room.
Any electronic device he found, he destroyed immediately!
Soon, he found Dawson's room, where he saw a large computer tower and three monitors on the desk.
Steven raised his gun stock. He had come to destroy the evidence, but a wave of hesitation washed over him..
The computer in Dawson's house was undoubtedly valuable and might contain precious information.
'I'll store it in my extradimensional space; the information inside can't be sent out either!'
Steven was a frugal person who never wasted anything.
So, he stuffed the entire computer into his extradimensional space.
After doing this, Steven let out a long breath.
'Now, it's up to luck!'
He had destroyed all the physical devices, but there was still a possibility that Dawson could use cloud-based systems.
Steven wasn't very knowledgeable about advanced computer technology and wasn't sure if Dawson could do it.
But since Dawson was a top computer expert, the possibility was high.
'I'll go back now and spread misinformation online. Even if my information gets out, I'll confuse them so that they can't suspect me.'
Steven left Dawson's house.
Dawson's body lay at the door, the blood from his head already frozen into crimson ice crystals.
Steven searched his body again.
He found a valuable Patek Philippe watch worth at least a million dollars.
A high-quality necklace around Dawson's neck was a bit greasy.
Steven also found a phone in Dawson's pocket.
Steven threw the Patek Philippe watch and the phone into his extradimensional space.
As for the greasy necklace, he left it with Dawson as a burial item.
In the apocalypse, these luxury items were worth less than a loaf of bread.
After finishing, Steven immediately returned to the shelter and spread misinformation online.
By the time he was done, it was late at night.
Steven stretched his neck and walked out of the control room, stretching.
Elinor came over and said with concern, "Steven, what have you been busy with in there all day? You must be hungry after not eating for so long. I made pizza and a pot of chicken soup. The soup is still warm on the stove; come and have some!"
Steven smiled and said, "Alright, I am a bit hungry."
Having two caring and hardworking women at home was a blessing.
Steven would protect this happy life at all costs.
Nora was also in the living room; they both knew Steven was doing something very important.
So, they waited for Steven to finish his work.
Steven sat at the table, and one woman brought him utensils while the other served him soup.
As Steven drank the soup, he asked, "Did you receive any messages on your phones?"
Elinor and Nora both said they had received news about the Walmart warehouse theft.
"A bunch of random messages, I don't know what they mean!" Elinor looked at the messages on her phone, puzzled.
Nora also said, "It seems like a cover-up."
Steven took a sip of the chicken soup, which was indeed delicious.
He said, "It is a cover-up. Those are the smokescreens I released."
For the next 48 hours, starting tomorrow at this exact time, hundreds of messages would surge through the digital arteries of Starlight City, flooding social forums and setting phones buzzing with relentless notifications.
Since he couldn't completely stop Dawson from sending out the information, he would use a flood of useless information to cover up the truth.
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