Chapter 57 Heavy Casualties
He looked at the crowd outside the door, discussing countermeasures.
This time, Steven couldn't be bothered to aim.
Since they wanted Steven's life, there was no need for him to be polite with them.
Steven was not a kind person.
He raised the crossbow in his hand and started shooting.
Soon, several people were shot down by arrows.
It was only at this moment that the people outside realized the power of Steven's crossbow.
"He's armed! Be careful!"
The people around screamed in fear, then hurried to disperse.
But the corridor was so narrow that with hundreds of people squeezed together, they couldn't run.
Out of fear, everyone tripped over each other in a panic.
Steven paid no attention to them and focused on his work.
The whistling of the arrows sounded like a death knell, especially terrifying.
This made others even more scared, and they frantically squeezed into the stairwell.
Some people fell to the ground, and before they could get up, they were trampled on.
Screams filled the air.
Andrew stood in front of the stairs with a gun, aiming at the people trying to escape.
"What's there to fear! It's just one man, all of you, attack!"
Andrew's cold eyes and the dark barrel of the gun deterred the people trying to escape.
Andrew's goal was to use them as cannon fodder, deplete Steven's defenses, and of course, not let them escape, While Larry and others stayed far away to save their lives and avoid getting shot.
Steven shot dozens of crossbow bolts, and in such a densely packed crowd, almost none missed.
This resulted in many injuries to the neighbors.
However, their potential in dire situations was still strong.
Someone immediately noticed the location of the shooting holes and said, "There's a hole above the door where he's shooting arrows from. Just block it!"
Immediately, someone raised a mop and broom to block the shooting hole above the door.
Others tried to throw things into Steven's room.
Steven, unperturbed, quickly closed and locked the iron door behind the shooting hole.
This iron door could only be opened from the inside and was impenetrable from the outside.
However, with this move, Steven quickly neutralized dozens of combatants.
Only when the neighbors saw that Steven couldn't shoot arrows anymore did they snap out of their fear.
The ground was a mess, and many people were shot, with varying degrees of injuries.
Some were shot in vital areas and died on the spot.
But when the neighbors saw the rusty tetanus-laden arrows, their hearts sank.
They knew that those shot with the arrows would hardly survive.
Some lost their loved ones, crying and cursing Steven loudly.
"Steven, you despicable scoundrel, you're shameless!"
"Come out, if you dare, I challenge you!"
"You devil, I'll fight you!"
"Steven!!! I will kill you!"
And the only response to them was the loud music still playing in the room.
Outside, the insults continued, while inside, the music kept playing, which seemed like Steven's provocation to everyone.
In fact, that was exactly the case.
After shooting dozens of crossbow bolts, Steven's hands were a bit sore, so he went to the kitchen, took out a bottle of cola from the refrigerator, and drank it heartily.
"Ah! That's refreshing!"
Steven looked at the screen, continuing to monitor the movements of the people outside.
At this point, they saw Steven's house's door was as solid as a rock, impenetrable, leaving the neighbors both anxious and hopeless.
"What should we do now?"
Just then, Larry shouted, "Don't worry, everyone! I have a plan!"
Following the sound, everyone looked at Larry, who was limping over, holding his injured leg.
He pointed to the wall of Steven's house and said with a smile, "His door may be made of alloy, but the wall is just made of bricks and cement. I don't believe we can't break it!"
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up with wisdom.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that!"
"If the door won't open, we can break the wall!"
"With so many of us, it won't take long to break down this wall."
"Steven, you shameless villain, you never thought we'd have this method, did you!"
Inside the house, Steven saw the neighbors suddenly cheering and jumping for joy, raising an eyebrow.
The music was too loud, and he couldn't hear what they were saying.
But Steven wasn't in a hurry and decided to wait and see.
No matter how many tricks the other side had, he wasn't afraid, as he had more.
After a month of hard work and effort, he had built an impregnable fortress.
If they casually broke through it, he would be damned!
These people all came with tools.
So they quickly lined up in front of Steven's house, wielding hammers, axes, and started smashing the outer wall!
A man exerted all his strength, hammering the wall fiercely.
Instantly, cracks appeared, and white dust fell down.
Seeing this, the crowd was excited, feeling they had found a breakthrough in Steven's house.
They continued to hit harder.
But when the man lifted the hammer for a second strike, there was a clang of metal hitting metal.
The man let out a cry of pain as the hammer fell to the ground.
He staggered back, and everyone saw his hands had long cuts, with blood flowing out, quickly freezing in the cold, looking particularly eerie.
"What's going on?"
The people were extremely puzzled, what kind of wall could withstand a heavy hammer's impact?
Someone walked over, brushed away the outer dust, and when they saw what was behind, they were almost jaw-dropping!
"This... this wall is also made of steel!"
The crowd was shocked and came over to see.
Indeed, after scraping away the white dust, a thick black metal appeared behind it.
The material was the same as the door.
A person couldn't help but shout to the sky, "Why is this! Whose house has walls made of steel plates!"
"I don't believe this house is entirely made of iron!"
Some couldn't bear this despair and picked up the hammer to strike elsewhere.
Several people joined in, hoping to find a weak spot in the wall.
But no matter from which angle, all they found were sturdy, thick steel walls!
In the living room, Steven sneered. "Can I overlook the problems you all can think of? My house, even the walls are made of 8-inch stainless steel."
"Even cannonballs can't break it, let alone you with your hammers and axes."
Steven's greatest strength was his fear of death, so he had solved every possible problem.
During the inspection, he checked every inch himself, tapping with a hammer to ensure everything was secure.
After all, in his previous life, Steven's house had been invaded, and the psychological shadow of being divided and devoured was too great. No matter what, he didn't want to experience it again.
The banging outside continued, and Steven found it too noisy, so he activated the room's noise-canceling feature.
This was to prevent the people outside from using noise as an attack.
After about twenty minutes, the noise finally ceased.
The owners of the entire building stared blankly at the metal wall in front of them, feeling colder inside than the ice and snow outside.
It was like a cruel city wall, cutting off their hope of getting supplies.
"How could this happen? Why would someone build such a house?"
Someone covered their face, shouting in despair.
Steven's neighbors, a young couple, also felt sad, saying, "I knew about his renovation, but I never thought it would turn out like this."
In this world, there were probably not many normal people who would build such a house!
Larry, Paul, and Zachary had bloodshot eyes.
If today all the residents of the building couldn't breach Steven's house, they would be left waiting for death!
Larry clenched his lips, even biting them until they bled without realizing it.
"Steven, he knew there would be a snow disaster! Everything he did was to protect himself from us!"
Larry pointed at Steven's house, angrily shouting.
The neighbors glanced at him, crying and cursing Steven while feeling angry.
"Vile scoundrel Steven, you only care about your own survival, not considering the rest of us!"
"If we all die, what's the point of you being the only one alive? If the whole world is just you, won't you be lonely?"
"Someday, you will fall into endless regret and self-blame for not warning us, for not helping us!"
"Can you sleep at night? Don't you feel guilty?"
Some people, seeing that they couldn't do anything to Steven, started to console themselves with fantasies.
“Hmph, one day God will punish you, Steven!”
“If we die because of you, you will surely live with a guilty conscience and in great pain!”
They had no idea how comfortable Steven was living in his own house.
How could he care about these somewhat familiar strangers?
Andrew had been holding a gun at the back, supervising them.
At this point, seeing the fully metal wall, he also felt the problem was tricky.
Now, he wasn't interested in the others; he just wanted to seize Steven's house!
"Why are you in a hurry? This is just the beginning!"
"Even if his walls are made of iron, what about the ceiling? The floor?"
"I don't believe he made a metal box!"
Andrew coldly addressed everyone.
Upon hearing Andrew's words through the monitor, Steven nodded in approval.
"Andrew is quite clever."
Then he sighed and shook his head, "But unfortunately, I'm not stupid."
Upon hearing Andrew's words, the neighbors rushed upstairs and downstairs in Steven's house.
They hammered, chopped, chiseled, and knocked with whatever tools they had.
They were only 8 inches away from their hope of survival.
And their goal was to break through those 8 inches!
But soon, they fell into a deeper sense of despair.
They discovered that Steven's house was indeed like a metal box!
From top to bottom, left to right, there was not an angle that wasn't sealed with thick iron plates!
In this power outage environment, without tools like electric saws or drills, unless they worked tirelessly day and night, it would take them a year to break through these walls!
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