Chapter 86 Large-Caliber Sniper Rifle
After Steven finished speaking, the neighbors all bowed their heads, pondering the pros and cons.
Someone asked, "Steven, we understand why you and Elinor don't need to be on duty. But why doesn't Mr. Garcia need to be on duty? He's clearly the best fighter!"
Steven stared at him and said word by word, "Precisely because Mr. Garcia is an important combat asset, he needs to conserve his energy for critical battles. Do you understand?"
This explanation was somewhat far-fetched, but no one dared to refute Steven's words.
In fact, Steven's real purpose was to ensure Henry's safety.
Everyone else was on the front lines, responsible for repelling enemies from other buildings.
They were essentially cannon fodder and expendable.
But Henry was skilled, kind-hearted, and straightforward, making him Steven's ideal subordinate. Naturally, Steven wanted to keep him alive for future use.
After making the arrangements, Steven had the neighbors return to their homes, leaving only those on duty near the fourth floor.
If they wanted to attack the building, the fourth floor was a necessary passage, whether tunneling from below or climbing in through the fourth-floor windows.
So, by guarding this area, they could promptly detect any incoming enemies.
Everyone else went upstairs, and only then did Steven take Elinor back.
He would never turn his back on someone he didn't trust.
At this time, there was no one else around.
Cara, seeing that Steven had yet to give them their food, couldn't help but ask, "Steven, did you forget about our food?"
Steven looked up at Cara in front of him; his eyes held a cold smirk.
Henry quickly tugged at her arm, "What are you saying?"
But Cara said, "Henry clearly did the most work, but you gave us nothing. That's just too..."
Steven said, "I brought back more supplies than this. I gave the others the inferior stuff; the good things are saved."
"Mr. Garcia, come to my place later to pick it up," he added.
Upon hearing this, Cara immediately smiled, "I knew you wouldn't let his efforts go to waste!"
"I knew you wouldn't let his efforts go to waste!"
Henry gave her a helpless look, "I told you, Steven is a trustworthy guy!"
Steven smiled without saying anything.
After returning home, Steven took out a box of bread from the extradimensional space and placed it at the door, then notified Henry to come pick it up in ten minutes.
Entering the room, Steven quickly took off his winter coat.
A frying pan fell to the ground from inside his leather jacket.
Elinor picked up the frying pan with a laugh, "There's probably not a soul outside, you're being too cautious!"
Steven smiled slightly, "I won't need the pan anymore."
He had found something better.
A police bulletproof vest, both snug and safe.
Back in his warm home, Steven felt an more profoundsense of happiness than before.
When he went out, he faced temperatures below minus 158 degrees Fahrenheit, and even with a winter coat, he still felt the chill.
Especially when he rode his motorcycle, the feeling was even more pronounced.
Steven took out some food from the extradimensional space and placed it on the table.
Elinor was also hungry all day.
Before Steven left, he took all the food, so he had nothing to eat, and neither did Elinor.
The two sat at the dining table, eating heartily.
Elinor asked curiously, "How are things outside now?"
Steven said, "What do you think? The city is sealed by snow, and the lower buildings are completely covered."
"At this rate, even if the snow stops and the temperature returns to normal, it will take more than half a month for the snow to melt."
Elinor nodded, "But now it's almost winter, and the temperature will only get lower."
"That's not a problem for us," Steven said, "what we need to deal with now are people."
"In the apocalypse, people are scarier than devils," he explained.
After finishing their meal, Elinor snuggled up to Steven, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Steven glanced at her, "What are you doing?"
Elinor blushed slightly, "Keeping warm!"
As she spoke, she pressed her ample chest against Steven.
Since she got together with Steven, it seemed that she had had an emotional awakening, clinging to him every day.
Fortunately, Steven was young and strong, with plenty of energy. Otherwise, an ordinary man wouldn't be able to handle it.
Steven laughed and gave her a playful slap on her full, round butt.
"I don't have time for you right now. Go take a shower and lie down in bed."
Elinor threw a flirtatious glance at Steven and obediently went to take a shower.
What could make Steven put aside even beauty?
Of course, it was a common male hobby!
Steven took out the guns he had collected today from the extradimensional space.
He had some knowledge of firearms since he had previously joined the Starlight City shooting club and often went to the shooting range.
Police firearms naturally performed better than those he bought on the black market.
So Steven replaced his old guns with two police pistols, fully loaded with bullets.
The holster and utility belt were ready-made, so he could hang them directly on his waist.
Then, Steven began to study the rifles and the large-caliber sniper rifle he had acquired.
The shooting range in Starlight City also had rifles for target practice but no sniper rifles.
However, with the modern internet, there was plenty of information about various firearms online.
Steven took out his phone and quickly found information about them.
"I didn't expect those internet servers to still be running. Big companies really have their ways!" Steven marveled.
Although many internet companies had gone bankrupt and numerous software had ceased operation in the apocalypse, a few large companies' servers were still running.
Of course, this was in cooperation with the authorities.
At least for now, humanity hadn't given up on post-apocalyptic reconstruction and was still preserving a glimmer of civilization.
Steven didn't have time for sentimentality; he quickly learned how to use these firearms online.
Since Steven already had experience with firearms, he learned quickly.
Whether he could shoot accurately was unknown, but he knew how to fire and reload.
"At the very least, these guns can be used to intimidate people, and that's enough," he said to himself.
The mere presence of firearms was the greatest deterrent.
Steven thought for a moment and loaded all the guns with magazines, then unlocked the safety and put them back in the extradimensional space.
This way, in case of an emergency, he could quickly retrieve a gun and fire.
However, he was particularly fond of the large-caliber sniper rifle.
Guns were a symbol of romance for men, and a love for firearms could be considered innate.
Steven raised the gun and used the scope to look at the building across the street.
From about 165 feet away, he could clearly see the windows of the opposite unit, even the locks on the windows.
"I need to find an opportunity to test this gun; it's perfect for covert kills!" Steven smiled.
A frontal confrontation was not his preferred approach.
Killing people from the shadows, where they didn't know where the shots were coming from, was the most satisfying!
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