Chapter 98 Establishing Authority
Steven had made up his mind to wait and see.
But he also knew that those people would definitely lose patience and try to deal with him.
So, he had to be particularly careful about safety issues recently.
He had a police helmet for his head and a bulletproof vest for his body.
Steven looked at his legs and couldn't help but frown.
He had a bulletproof vest but no bulletproof pants!
After thinking for a while, Steven had an idea.
He took out a bulletproof vest from the extradimensional space and handed it to Elinor.
"Is this for me?" Elinor asked happily.
"Help me take it apart; I need to use it," Steven said.
Elinor pouted, a bit disappointed, but she obediently took the vest and used scissors to cut the seams on both sides.
The seams of the bulletproof vest were very tough and made of special materials to withstand great impact.
Elinor struggled quite a bit to take the vest apart.
Now, the bulletproof vest was split into two pieces of fabric.
Steven took it, measured it against his legs, and nodded in satisfaction.
Wrap it around his legs and put on winter pants over it—weren't those bulletproof pants?
There were major arteries in the legs too; he couldn't be careless!
After preparing his gear, Steven thought for a while and decided he couldn't let the neighbors in the building get too comfortable.
He had to give them a sense of crisis and trick them into going out to fight.
After all, Steven had organized them as cannon fodder, not to pamper them like princes and princesses.
Other buildings had sent signals to him, so he had to do something in response.
So, Steven sent a message in the homeowners group, informing everyone of the current situation.
"Friends in Building 25! We are facing a major crisis; someone wants to steal our food."
"People from nearby buildings are jealous that I can go out and find food for everyone, so they have threatened me. They said if I don't share the food with them, they will attack our building."
As soon as he said this, the homeowners group was flooded with messages.
The neighbors had just seen a glimmer of hope for survival, relying on Steven to go out and bring back food to keep them alive.
Now, other buildings were jealous and wanted to rob them; of course, they wouldn't agree!
"Fuck, what are those bastards thinking? If they have the guts, they should go out and find food themselves!"
"We'll fight them to the death to protect our food; not a single grain will go to them!"
"Yeah, we have Steven with us! If it comes to a fight, we won't be afraid of them."
But some people expressed concerns.
"But we only have thirty or forty people in our building. If people from other buildings come to attack us, can we really hold them off?"
"That is indeed a bit difficult."
"Can we negotiate with them and ask them not to attack us?"
"Do you think that's possible? Everyone is fighting for food; who would reason with you?"
"Then what should we do?"
"Fight if we have to; without food, we'll die anyway!"
The neighbors were arguing fiercely.
They were indignant, but most of them were also afraid.
If they really went against the entire community, they would be fighting over a thousand people.
That would be suicidal.
Steven timely sent more voice messages.
"You all know the situation outside. The heavy snow has buried all kinds of low-rise buildings, including most grocery stores."
"So finding supplies is very difficult and depends a lot on luck."
"There are thousands of people outside. If we give them our food, you all will have nothing to eat."
"I don't want to offend them either; I have enough supplies to last a few more days. So, the decision is up to you."
"Do you want to keep the food for yourselves or give it to them for peace? It's your call."
Steven's choice was like holding a gun to someone's head and asking if they wanted to live or die.
They really had no choice.
The neighbors understood from Steven's words that they had no way out.
Without food, they would die anyway!
Fighting might give them a chance to survive.
"I get it; let's fight them!"
"This food is ours; why should we give it to them?"
"They can go to hell!"
"Exactly, if they can't get food themselves, they want to rob others. So shameless!"
"I hate people like that the most!"
Seeing that the emotions were stirred up enough, Steven said, "Alright, we can't let them look down on us! We must show them our strength."
"Tonight, Dennis and Walter, you take people and charge into Building 26. The Rapids gang doesn't have many people left; kill them all!"
"First, to avenge our dead family members, and second, to warn the other buildings!"
Dennis: [Got it, Mr. Rogers!]
Walter: [Yes, Mr. Rogers!]
Steven: [As for me, I've been busy outside all day and am a bit tired. I won't go with you this time. Next time for sure.]
Dennis: [Mr. Rogers, I understand. You've worked hard today!]
Walter: [Mr. Rogers has done the most; we can't let Mr. Rogers do everything, right, everyone?]
Neighbors: [Right!]
Steven: [Good brothers, go ahead!]
After inciting the neighbors, Steven comfortably tossed his phone aside and picked up Elinor.
Elinor let out a playful scream.
An hour later, Steven lay on the couch with a cigarette in his mouth, while Elinor, exhausted, lay on his chest with a satisfied smile.
A Facebook notification sounded.
Steven picked up his phone and saw it was a message from Walter.
Walter: [Mr. Rogers, the Rapids gang is tough to deal with!]
Steven smirked.
No kidding, of course, it was tough!
If it were easy, I would have gone in with a gun and killed them all myself.
The Rapids gang members were construction workers; they had many weapons, were strong, and had great endurance.
Moreover, they were familiar with construction and knewhow to use the terrain.
Walter and the others would definitely suffer heavy losses attacking the Rapids gang, who were prepared.
But they were just cannon fodder anyway; Steven didn't care if they died. In fact, he found it somewhat amusing.
After all, most of these damn neighbors had shared his body.
Steven pretended to be concerned and asked, "How are our casualties?"
Walter replied, "We lost eight people and only took down three of them."
Steven was very satisfied with this result.
The Rapids gang didn't have many people left, and they were all tough fighters. Losing three meant Owen almost had no subordinates left.
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