Chapter 75 The Power of White Phosphorus
Steven reacted swiftly, climbing out of bed in his pajamas. Retrieving a handgun from the extradimensional space immediately, he disengaged the safety. With the safety off, he held the weapon in his hand.
He turned on his phone to check the surveillance outside.
The living room was intact.
In Elinor's room, she looked terrified, nervously wrapped in a blanket, hiding in the corner of the room with her head in her hands.
Seeing that the house was safe, Steven breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he checked the outside through the surveillance.
With one look, he noticed a dozen or so sneaky individuals.
Their weapons were mostly shovels, along with steel rods, wooden boards, and axes.
Steven found the wooden boards somewhat familiar. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were the kind commonly used on construction sites.
He clearly remembered that there were no construction workers in their building.
However, in the neighboring Building 26, there was a group of about twenty workers from a nearby construction site living in company-rented housing.
As the dust settled, the people rushed to the door to check if the explosion was successful.
From their appearance, it was clear they came prepared, and their target was directly Steven!
Steven's eyes were icy cold. It seemed that the news of his well-stocked home had spread outside.
Outside the door, Gregory and the others were dumbfounded by the intact heavy metal door.
"Quentin, what's going on? This lousy thing can't even blow open a door!" The worker beside Quentin angrily questioned him.
Quentin hadn't expected this result either.
He said, "It is strange! The explosives I mixed should be fine."
"Maybe they got damp," He added doubtfully.
Quentin was the demolition expert in the construction team, but he used simple methods to make his explosives.
So, although the explosives made a loud noise, their power was much less compared to those mixed by professional demolition personnel.
Otherwise, even if they couldn't blow open Steven's door, they could have destroyed the walls near Steven's house.
In simple terms, their damage was minimal, but their scare factor was high.
Steven confirmed through his phone app that his house was undamaged and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, at the same time, his anger was burning fiercely.
These people wanted him dead!
So, he would make sure they died first!
The group outside was still complaining, with some trying to smash the door with their shovels.
They didn't notice the small window that had opened above the iron door.
Steven lit a Molotov cocktail and threw it outside.
The flames instantly ignited.
Still unsatisfied, Steven took out several small white bottles from the space, containing nearly transparent white liquid.
These were bottles of white phosphorus dissolved in sulfur dioxide, essentially the simplest version of white phosphorus bombs.
White phosphorus bombs, known as "hellfire," burn at temperatures exceeding 1800 degrees Fahrenheit and could eliminate all living organisms within a certain range.
When a white phosphorus bomb exploded, it produced intense light and splattering burning fragments. If it got on the skin, it was hard to remove in time, and the wounds were horrific, creating not only terrifying destructive power but also a strong psychological deterrent.
Internationally, the use of white phosphorus bombs was prohibited.
But Steven didn't care about that; he would use any means necessary to effectively kill the enemy!
The Molotov cocktail hit the ground, and the flames burned fiercely, but its destructive power wasn't significant.
They had come through the snow, and their clothes were wet, making them hard to ignite.
However, the Molotov cocktail created flames on the ground, causing the sulfur dioxide to evaporate quickly, igniting the white phosphorus dissolved in it!
In an instant, it created temperatures of thousands of degrees Fahrenheit in the air!
The flames splashed onto their clothes, and no matter how they tried to put them out, they couldn't.
In an instant, the hallway outside became a sea of fire.
Steven's actions were beyond the expectations of this group, and they couldn't react within the short span of a few seconds.
Many of them were caught in the burning white phosphorus flames.
Their down jackets and cotton clothes were perfect fuel.
"Ah!!!"
"Help me, help!"
The agonizing screams sounded like they came from hell. Being burned alive was one of the most painful ways for a human to die!
Even an average person would feel excruciating pain if a match burned their finger.
Let alone having every inch of skin engulfed in flames!
Steven still wasn't satisfied. He took out his handgun and started shooting outside!
He didn't care about conserving bullets, shooting like he was setting off firecrackers.
Soon, bodies began to fall one after another.
Out of the dozen or so people, eight bodies were left, with only five or six managing to escape.
Steven didn't open the door to chase them; he still adhered to the principle of safety first.
After confirming that those people were dead, he closed the shooting port and then turned on the air filtration system to prevent the smoke from entering the house.
Steven looked at the empty gun in his hand and shook his head. "Bullet really isn't durable. Good thing I didn't buy a machine gun; otherwise, I would have used up hundreds of bullets in one go!"
It seemed he needed to find a way to get some more advanced weapons.
Before this, his sense of crisis wasn't that high.
But today, these nearby construction workers using explosive methods gave him a wake-up call.
In the apocalypse, those who could survive were not simple.
The people he would face in the future would all be formidable opponents.
If one day, an engineer with a lot of explosives came along, they might blow up his entire building!
Of course, this was an exaggeration. After all, such a large amount of explosives was not something an average person could get.
But it made Steven take precautions in advance.
"These bastards, I'll kill every one of you!" Steven cursed viciously.
He walked to Elinor's room and opened the door.
Elinor was curled up in the corner, her head buried between her long legs.
"It's okay now," Steven said to her.
Hearing Steven's voice, Elinor felt a great sense of relief.
Although this man was overly cautious and always appeared cold, now, he was the greatest warmth in Elinor's heart.
She looked up at Steven and argued, "I wasn't scared. I just thought it was an earthquake and that hiding in the corner would be safer."
Steven laughed. "On the 24th floor, if it were an earthquake, you'd be crushed no matter where you hid!"
Elinor stood up and asked, "What just happened?"
Steven sat on her bed.
Before Elinor moved in, the room was very plain, without even a blanket on the bed.
But after she moved in, the room had a cozy feel.
The pink velvet blanket and yellow sheets were on her bed.
Her black lace lingerie and black stockings hung by the window.
It was clear she was a meticulous woman.
Not only her own room, but the entire house, including Steven's bedroom, was cleaned spotlessly by her every day.
Steven thought, 'Having a considerate woman around is really nice.'
If it weren't for the apocalypse, he wouldn't have been able to get a woman like this.
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