Chapter 58 Despair
Andrew and others gathered around Steven's house, smashing walls, and worked tirelessly for a whole morning.
However, after they dug through the walls, floor, and ceiling, they found the house was separated by a thick layer of steel plates.
An 8-inch thick steel plate was like a nightmare for them!
With only manpower, there was no hope of breaking through now.
After all, they were working in ultra-low temperatures, unable to replenish their energy losses, only accelerating their deaths.
Many people collapsed from exhaustion on the ground.
The grumbling sound from their stomach sfilled the air.
They cradled their shrunken bellies, hunger almost breaking them completely.
But there wasn't much food left.
Some people saw their neighbor next to them, and through the gaps in their clothes, they saw that snowy white flesh.
A terrifying thought suddenly emerged in their minds.
Isn't that meat?
The horrifying idea scared everyone, making them feel cold all over, trying hard to drive the thought out of their minds.
But once the thought arose, it inadvertently gave people an option in desperate times.
They probably knew that if it came to that day, cannibalism would definitely occur.
"Are we really out of options?"
Larry's face was full of pain, feeling like his arms were starting to inflame and rot.
He had no antibiotics, not even basic anti-inflammatory drugs, let alone effectively clean the wounds.
Now, his wounds still had a lot of rust remaining.
In this situation, death was almost inevitable.
"Damn you, Steven, why are you so ruthless!"
"How can you, alone, live better than all of us? What's wrong with sacrificing yourself? What's wrong???"
Larry roared in despair, his soul completely twisted.
Just then, Steven's neighbor suddenly came out.
"Maybe you guys can try going through the balcony."
"When he was renovating his house, the balcony was turned into a floor-to-ceiling window, with a large glass surface. You might have a chance to break in!"
The other residents couldn't see the back of Steven's house, but his neighbor could.
Building 25 had some floors with balconies, and the 24th floor, where Steven lived, happened to have a small platform.
On regular days, Steven used it for planting flowers and drying blankets.
Upon hearing Steven's neighbor's suggestion, a group of almost desperate people suddenly looked up.
"A window? Haha, right! Since his house has windows, there must be an exit! It can't be completely sealed off!"
"As long as there are windows, we can rush in!"
Without hesitation, the group stormed into Steven's house from the neighboring one.
There was a gap of about 6 inches between the two balconies, with a fence installed in between.
But these barriers couldn't stop the current frenzy of people.
However, the balcony outside was not like the hallway.
Each household sealed the hallways off airtight to provide some warmth.
Outside, the north wind howled, snowflakes flew, and within a few hours, people could freeze to death.
Andrew and the others paid no attention to this. As long as they could rush into Steven's house, they could get everything they needed!
Shouting like madmen, they jumped onto Steven's balcony.
Steven naturally noticed this scene.
Both sides locked eyes for less than a second.
The neighbors waved their tools and smashed towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
While Steven dragged his white lounge chair to the window, lay down unhurriedly, and poured himself a steaming cup of coffee.
The small balcony was soon crowded with a dozen people.
Their pale faces, resembling zombies, combined with their crazed expressions, made them look nothing like living beings.
Steven thought that if there were really zombies, this was probably the extent of it.
The deep, striking sounds echoed on the floor-to-ceiling window.
Braving the snowstorm, this group of lunatics tried to break the glass.
Even if they accidentally hit their hands, they felt no pain, letting the blood flow and clot, then continue.
When they were smashing the walls, the desire wasn't as obvious.
But now, separated by just a layer of glass, they clearly saw how luxurious Steven's life was!
The fireplace was burning brightly in the room, and Steven was only wearing a shirt, looking like a king lying on the white lounge chair.
Beside him was a cup of steaming coffee, probably a cappuccino judging by the froth.
The table was stacked with weapons, but that wasn't the focus.
The real focus was under the table, a large pile of half-eaten snacks.
Chips, burgers, cola, pizza, roast chicken, roast duck, and even noodles!
It was these things that drove the neighbors on the balcony crazy!
Just half a month away from these foods, they were excited as if they had met their long-lost father!
They were so excited that they even forgot to speak, instead expressing their excitement with desperate howls.
And then they went even crazier, using all their strength to smash the windows!
Steven, cradling his coffee, enjoyed the spectacle.
He merely remarked, "Who said glass is necessarily weaker than metal?" The cost of this wall was exorbitant. Steven, considering his quality of life, rejected the proposal of IronShield Security Company and did not opt for metal here. Instead, he spent a fortune customizing an entire wall of bulletproof glass for his floor-to-ceiling windows.
He still remembers what Alexander, the manager of IronShield Security Company, had said, "Such a thick wall is not just bulletproof, it's shell-proof!" The bulletproof glass that can withstand sniper shots on the vehicles of Western heads of state is made of this material. But their thickness is less than half of Steven's wall.
Sure enough, as these people kept smashing, they realized something was wrong. They originally thought it was plexiglass, and a few heavy hits would shatter it. But after a dozen people had been hammering away for a while, not even a crack had appeared!
"What kind of glass is this?" "Could it be bulletproof glass?""What? Bulletproof glass?"
The word came hoarsely from a bespectacled man's throat, filled with despair, as if the voice came from hell. If it could withstand shells, could it not withstand your manual work?
"No, I don't believe it!" a young man roared to the sky, "I don't believe I can't break it! As long as I break it, the fireplace and food and drink in the house will be mine, I must break it!"
Perhaps it was the extreme cold, or the constant oscillation between hope and despair, that froze everyone's brains. They chose to abandon reason, fight desperately, and carve out a future!
Steven applauded them, feeling touched.
But he felt a bit hungry.
So he took out some food from the space, like hamburgers, apple pie, and some snacks, enjoying a chocolate.
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