Chapter 65 Elinor's Decision
Paul tore off Alice's clothes, not even caring that the room temperature was minus 140 degrees Fahrenheit.
Alice was too weak to resist, lying there with vacant eyes.
But when Paul took off his pants, he realized a harsh truth: he couldn't perform sexually.
Even ignoring the extreme cold of minus sixty or seventy degrees, his physical stamina was already at its limit.
Giving him a chance was futile!
"Get a boner now!"
Paul anxiously tried many methods, but none worked; his lower body seemed to have lost all sensation.
Seeing this, Alice sneered and mocked, "You're really useless!"
"Ah!!!!" Paul's desperate roar echoed through the room.
After a night of deep thought, Elinor finally gave Steven a definite answer.
She knew this was Steven's test for her.
Although extremely dangerous, if she didn't do this, she would soon die at the hands of Andrew and his men.
She had to take the risk.
That evening, Andrew and his subordinates sat in the living room, and he sent one of his subordinates to the kitchen to cook.
Elinor watched them from the corner, then suddenly stood up and said, "I'll help him."
Andrew's eyes looked at her coldly, his smile somewhat frightening. "I knew you couldn't hold out!"
Elinor stiffened, her blood almost freezing.
Andrew continued, "Two days without food, anyone would break. Mrs. Kelly, you're just trying to survive. There's no shame in eating people!"
Elinor felt a slight relief and bit her lip, saying, "You're right, I don't want to die; I want to live."
Andrew thought Elinor had accepted it and nodded, "That's better. You still have some use to me."
"I don't want to see you die so soon!" He added.
Elinor took a deep breath and silently turned to the kitchen to help.
The kitchen was covered in bloodstains.
Even with a stuffy nose, Elinor could smell the overwhelming stench.
She forced herself to suppress her discomfort and went over to help the underling cooking.
The underling had a numb expression and said nothing, just pointed to the axe and broken furniture beside him, indicating she should chop wood for the fire.
Elinor obediently complied.
Nowadays, with energy shortages, cooking could only be done by burning furniture.
A makeshift stove had been set up in the kitchen, with an iron pot on top.
Once the fire was lit, the snow inside the pot began to melt into water.
However, the melted snow water was far from clear; it was murky with some impurities.
But having water at all was a luxury, so no one complained.
Elinor kept an eye on the underling while also observing the activity outside the kitchen.
Her palms began to sweat because if her next move was discovered, she would be doomed!
After a while, the underling threw some ingredients into the pot and added some random seasonings.
"Keep an eye on it."
The underling coldly said and left the kitchen.
Elinor waited for a long time, and after confirming it was safe, she took out a small bottle from her pocket.
Then, in a panic, she unscrewed the cap and poured a heap of white powder into the soup.
After doing this, she quickly put the bottle back in her pocket.
Only then did she realize her heart was pounding like a single-cylinder engine, and her legs were trembling from nervousness.
She swallowed hard and stirred the powder into the soup with a ladle.
The entire process was risky but went off without any mishaps.
This wasn't a movie; there were no dramatic twists.
Due to the harsh living conditions, everyone had become numb.
They couldn't even imagine that Elinor would poison the food.
At lunchtime, Elinor brought a large pot of food to the table, and with bloodshot eyes, they immediately rushed over to eat.
To gain their trust, Elinor also served herself a bowl of soup and quietly returned to her room.
No one paid her any mind; all they cared about was eating.
Hot food was equivalent to life! Each extra bite increased their chances of survival.
Back in her room, Elinor sat on the bed holding the soup.
Then, she began to wait quietly.
She had put a large amount of sleeping pills into the pot, nearly half a bottle!
These sleeping pills worked quickly; taking just one could put someone to sleep within 30 minutes.
Especially after eating, when blood naturally gathered in the stomach, making people drowsy.
With such a large dose, even an elephant would fall into a deep sleep.
As a doctor, Elinor knew exactly how potent this dosage would be.
Unless subjected to extreme stimuli, they wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
So it wasn't long before Elinor heard their snores coming from the living room.
Elinor carefully went to the living room and saw everyone asleep on the sofas and chairs.
She held her breath and sent a message to Steven.
Elinor: [I've given them a large dose of sleeping pills; they're all asleep.]
[What do you plan to do next?]
Just a wall away was Steven's place.
He had been waiting for Elinor's message to confirm whether she could complete the task.
Only by proving her value would she become a useful tool for Steven.
Seeing the message, Steven raised an eyebrow and replied: [Drag them out to the balcony.]
He wasn't going over, in case it was a trap.
Elinor bit her lip and finallymessaged: [Okay!]
Anyone else would have been terrified because if Andrew and his men woke up suddenly, they would kill her.
But as a professional doctor, Elinor was very confident in the efficacy of the drugs.
Following Steven's instructions, she dragged Andrew and his men out one by one, throwing them onto the balcony.
Even in the biting cold outside, they wouldn't wake up anytime soon. People in deep comas are like that.
In fact, the cold weather would cause their bodies to lower their temperatures automatically, so that their lives would be extended through a hibernation-like state.
Steven watched everything Elinor did from his window, seeing it all clearly.
Steven knew exactly how many people Andrew had under him; no one could escape his surveillance.
When he saw Elinor panting and dragging all the men out, he nodded in satisfaction.
"What do you want me to do next?" Elinor asked, her voice trembling.
"That's enough for now. Wait for me a moment," Steven demanded.
Steven put down his phone and went back to his bedroom.
After some thought, he took out a thick winter coat from the extradimensional space and put it on.
He also took out ten ropes as thick as a child's arm and hung them around his waist.
In his left hand, he held a loaded crossbow, and on his back, he carried a machete.
Thinking it still wasn't safe enough, Steven also took out a handgun he had bought but never used, unlocked the safety, and held it in his hand.
Only then did Steven feel a sense of security.
Steven went to the floor-to-ceiling window.
For the first time since the apocalypse, he reached out to unlock the door to the balcony.
The process was complicated, with fingerprint, electronic, and physical locks, a total of three layers.
After unlocking the door, Steven stepped out onto the balcony.
The biting cold wind hit him, but through the winter coat, it wasn't particularly noticeable.
Steven couldn't help but marvel at the quality of professional-grade winter clothing.
Elinor stood by the window, shivering and hugging herself as she watched him.
"Are you going to kill them?" she asked.
Steven smirked, raising his gun at the thugs on the ground and subtly aiming at Elinor as well.
He tossed the ropes at Elinor's feet, replying, "Not me, it's you!"
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