Chapter 38 Splashed with a Headful of Yellow Liquid
Paul saw that no one paid attention to him, so he knocked on the door even harder.
"Steven, Steven! It's me, Paul!"
"Could you please open the door? I have something very important to tell you."
Steven sneered and reached for his gun, clicking the safety off.
Approaching the door, he asked, "Who's there?"
Upon hearing Steven's response, Paul quickly signaled Alice and Ivy below to get ready.
It was the first time the two women were involved in such a murderous scheme, so they were quite nervous.
But the thought of moving into Steven's warm and well-stocked house after killing him made their eyes firm!
Paul pleaded, "Steven, it's me, Paul. I have run out of food. As colleagues, could you spare some for me?"
Despite his pitiful look, Paul's hand quietly moved to his pocket, ready to draw his knife at any moment.
Leaning against the door, Steven coolly replied, "We're out of food too. I can't help you with that."
Alice and Ivy cursed inwardly.
"No food? What about the seven or eight boxes of dried scallops, dried scallops, and abalone in the kitchen? Are those fake?"
However, they were prepared for such a situation.
Gritting his teeth, Paul took out a box of medicine from his pocket.
"Steven, I'm not taking advantage of you! I'll trade you this box of ibuprofen."
In the cold weather, many people were suffering from colds and fevers.
In such circumstances, medicine could be life-saving, sometimes even more valuable than food.
To entice Steven to open the door, Paul brought out his cherished ibuprofen.
Meanwhile, Steven, behind the door, was contemplating how to deal with them.
Kill them?
That would be easy; whether with a gun or a crossbow, he could end their lives.
However, simply killing them would be too dull.
In a doomsday scenario, death might be a relief, while living was akin to hell.
He wouldn't easily let these scoundrels off the hook.
After some thought, Steven came up with a plan.
He went to the trash can and took out a bottle.
Having just finished several cans of beer, he suddenly felt the urge to urinate.
Facing the bottle opening, he let out a stream of urine.
"Ibuprofen? Not bad. Let me think about it," Steven said lazily as he continued urinating.
Outside, the others faintly heard the sound of water, wondering what Steven was up to.
However, sensing Steven's likely agreement, excitement appeared on their faces.
Paul quickly said, "Great, could you open the door? Let's make the exchange. I don't need much, just two slices of bread!"
According to the current prices in the neighborhood, ibuprofen could at least be exchanged for five slices of bread.
Paul deliberately quoted a low price to trick Steven into opening the door.
"Two slices of bread? How could I accept that?" Steven said, finishing urinating and now holding a bottle of yellow liquid, frothing white.
Thinking Steven was about to fall for it, Paul leaned against the door, saying, "It's okay, I'm starving. We're colleagues, and I'd rather give you a discount than others. Just open the door quickly!"
Steven climbed onto a stool and poured the bottle of warm, fresh urine down through the shooting hole in front of the door, surprising Paul and the others outside.
The sudden liquid drenching left Paul and the others startled.
Alice and Ivy screamed, "What is this?"
"It's hot water, still steaming!"
Feeling the warmth initially, they soon caught a whiff of the distinct pungent odor.
"This... this is urine!"
The urine pouring down made the two women scream in horror and start vomiting uncontrollably on the ground.
Enraged, Paul pounded on the door.
"Steven, I won't let you off the hook! Fuck! Get out here, I'm going to kill you!"
However, the thick alloy door remained unchanged, and Paul's hand hurt from the impact.
Inside the room, Steven laughed heartily.
"How does my urine taste? Enjoying it?"
"You fools, trying to deceive me. You're not worthy!"
Paul and the others realized they had been discovered by Steven.
Enraged and shocked, they cursed Steven outside the door.
"I shouldn't have wasted my time with you! Just wait, I'll come in and kill you!" Paul shouted.
No longer pretending, Paul pulled out a kitchen knife from his clothes and began hacking at the door with all his might!
Ordinary doors were made of wood and could be opened by breaking the lock.
But Steven's door was made of integrated alloy, strong enough to withstand RPG blasts!
Paul's strike was like hitting a steel plate.
The door remained undamaged, and the tremendous recoil force sent the knife flying!
The knife narrowly missed Paul's head, leaving a long gash beside it.
His hand was bleeding profusely from the impact.
A piece of biological knowledge: human skin is more fragile in winter, making the pain more intense.
Paul cried out in pain.
The two women saw this, and their inner fear made them abandon Paul and flee in a panic.
Inside the room, Steven weighed his gun, contemplating whether to go out and shoot them, at least to injure them, leaving them to suffer in this icy post-apocalyptic world.
After a moment's thought, he abandoned the idea.
Why?
Because outside were three lunatics!
Although opening the door to confront them would likely result in injuring them, there was also a slim chance of being killed in retaliation.
Steven was not willing to risk his life for a joke; he was afraid of dying!
Living a comfortable life, he saw no reason to act recklessly.
"It's okay, I'll wait here and let them suffer. Let's see how long they'll survive in this post-apocalyptic world!"
Calm and composed, Steven returned to the sofa and resumed playing games.
Paul and Alice returned home, with Paul sitting on the sofa, trembling all over.
He had narrowly escaped death, and the fear lingered within him.
When Alice saw the urine on his body dripping onto the sofa, she immediately screamed, "Get out, who allowed you to sit on my sofa!"
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