Chapter 89 Warehouse District
Steven glanced at her and said with a smile, "Yes."
He took a bite of pasta. Elinor's cooking was just average, but fortunately, pasta is an easy dish to make.
"I found it while I was out. It's a sniper rifle." Steven's tone was very calm.
Excitement flashed in Elinor's beautiful eyes. "A sniper rifle? Do you know how to use it?"
"Not only do I know how to use it, but I'm very good at it." Steven pointed outside the window, "Last night, I took down seven people with seven bullets."
Steven was quite proud of this; men always like to show off their achievements to women.
Elinor looked at him with more admiration in her eyes.
Being by the side of a man like this gave her a greater sense of security.
"Steven, you're amazing!" She cupped her chin with both hands, looking at Steven with adoration.
"Aren't you curious how I know how to use a sniper rifle?" Steven asked with a smile.
Elinor shook her head. "What does that have to do with me? Even if you used to be a killer or a psychopath, I still want to be with you now!"
She thought for a moment and added, "It's better than dying out there, right?"
Steven nodded. "You're really smart, unlike some foolish women who always like to ask meaningless questions."
In Building 26, Rapids gang side, Owen didn't discover the bodies of James and the others until the morning.
Last night, when he heard the gunshots, he sensed something was wrong.
But out of caution, he didn't dare to take people out to check. However, he was pretty sure in his heart that James and the others wouldn't be coming back.
In the morning, they saw the ten piled-up bodies outside. Owen's pupils shrank, and he felt a strong sense of anger, but his fear was ten times stronger than his anger!
Now, the Rapids gang only had nine people left, significantly reducing their combat power!
Even if they forced the surviving residents to join, it couldn't make up for the combat power of those workers.
If a fight with other buildings broke out at this time, they would be at a huge disadvantage!
Owen said, "They have guns, and not just ordinary guns. I suspect they have rifles or sniper rifles."
"The bullets were so dense last night, which means they have a lot of ammunition."
"This opponent is really tough to deal with!"
Owen's expression was very serious.
His subordinates were also filled with fear.
"Mr. Russell, what do we do? James and the others are dead, and we're down by more than half. Do we still go?"
Owen looked viciously at the neighboring Building 25 and gritted his teeth. "Nonsense, they have guns. What are we going to fight them with?"
His subordinates were anxious. "But if we don't rob his car and supplies, the residents in our building won't have enough to eat!"
After a moment of silence, Owen said in a deep voice, "We'll go over tonight and steal back James' bodies."
The subordinates looked at each other, a struggle flashing across their faces.
They had been brothers for many years, living and dying together. Now they had to...
They felt bad, but no one spoke up.
They knew that compared to survival, nothing else mattered.
After Steven and Elinor finished eating, he stood up, "I'm heading out."
Upon hearing this, Elinor quickly stuffed a bag of chips into her pocket.
Steven didn't say much, but this time, he didn't put away the two boxes of food in the kitchen.
Having lived together for a while, he had full confidence in Elinor's intelligence.
Unless someone stronger than him appeared for her to rely on, she wouldn't do something as stupid as betraying him.
When Steven came downstairs, the people on duty immediately stood up straight upon seeing him.
"Mr. Rogers, are you heading out?"
Steven glanced at them, seeing genuine awe in their eyes.
Everyone recognized Steven's strength.
Steven nodded, "Keep up the good work!"
He climbed out of the window on the fourth floor. After thinking for a moment, he pretended to head towards the garage in the back.
Soon after, he rode off on his motorcycle, leaving the community.
Many shadows appeared in the windows of the houses, watching Steven as he left.
Their gazes were complicated—some excited, some envious, some resentful.
Building 21 was currently managed by the Crazy Wolf Gang, consisting of young men in their twenties.
Crazy Wolf Gang leader Samuel Hall stood by the window, holding a blood-stained machete that was starting to rust.
He watched Steven leave the community and frowned. "Where exactly is he hiding his motorcycle?"
Last night, he had sent people to steal Steven's vehicle.
His subordinate, Aaron Baker, said, "Our community is quite large, and he's hiding it very well. It's hard to find."
Samuel snorted coldly, crossing his arms. "No matter what, that vehicle must be controlled by our Crazy Wolf Gang!"
"With a snowmobile, we can go out and find supplies. Then expanding our gang and forming a large faction won't be a problem!"
Aaron nodded seriously. "Exactly, this era is indeed a golden opportunity for success!"
Samuel looked in the direction Steven had left, his eyes bloodshot. "Get some cigarettes first!! I'm going crazy! I haven't smoked in half a month."
Leaders from other buildings were also holding meetings about Steven.
Steven's presence was a crisis for them because he had guns, and not just any guns, but large firearms!
But it was also an opportunity because Steven had a snowmobile, allowing him to go out and get supplies.
Some wanted to fight, some wanted to cooperate, but one thing was certain—they would soon come into contact with Steven, inevitably.
This time, when Steven left, he first went to check out the nearby supermarket.
Unfortunately, the nearby supermarkets weren't built high enough, and some small ones were only one story, so they were buried by the snow.
He thought, 'It seems that unless the snow melts, the only places in the city to get food are those few standalone large supermarkets. And... the warehouses.'
Steven suddenly thought of his previous workplace.
In the southwest direction of the economic development zone, there used to be a large piece of wasteland, later developed for various companies to build factories and warehouses.
Because the land was cheap, most of the city's warehouses were there.
Steven had emptied the Walmart warehouse, but there were still goods from other companies.
Medical supplies, food, cars, toys... everything.
'I'll go take a look. Maybe there's something useful!' Steven made up his mind and turned his motorcycle towards the warehouse area.
The warehouses were only about 6 miles away, and Steven arrived in less than twenty minutes.
The area was very open, and the factories were built relatively high, not piled up with snow like in the city.
So when Steven arrived, he could still see the tops of some factories.
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