Everyone was dumbfounded

The man with a big mouth's phone illuminated his wife.

He saw the remnants of joy on her face, the blush fading away, and in her arms were a few packets of instant noodles, some braised eggs, and a few bottles of water.

He suddenly felt frustrated. He grabbed a packet of instant noodles intending to throw it away, but his hand didn't follow through. He couldn't bear to.

This was food. How precious was food now? Moreover, his wife had already been humiliated; what difference did throwing things make?

This was their own supplies now, discarding them would only be a loss to himself. Was he stupid?

"Da... Daddy!" Janice spoke with some fear.

At first, she felt the humiliation, but later, she had actually enjoyed it. She believed that her husband must have heard everything clearly outside, which made her feel guilty.

The man with a big mouth let his hand fall weakly and said, "Let's go home."

"Okay."

They left.

For Eugene, this was just a minor incident.

He knew the man with a big mouth wanted to kill him, but he had only played with Janice and hadn't gone as far as to kill her.

Was it because he was merciful? No, that's called having a killer's mentality. People could be killed anytime, but what was the point of directly killing someone?

It was better to let them live in regret and shame. Eugene dared to do this because he had enough power. Otherwise, if he were just an ordinary person, he would definitely try to eliminate all threats as soon as possible.

He could kill the man with a big mouth anytime. Could the other person escape this neighborhood? Furthermore, Eugene didn't need to do it himself;

he could just offer a reward for someone else to do it. How many people would eagerly become executioners? Human life was too cheap now, and killing someone was too easy.

Eugene had resources in his hands. He only needed to offer a little, and he could create a bloodbath in the neighborhood. Formerly, it was the power of money; now? It was the power of food. He didn't do it because he didn't want people to die too quickly, making him bored.

"You guys hold on. At least wait until the hail stops or the fog clears. By then, my energy will be focused on gathering resources. Once we can go out, there will be more 'interesting' people for me to spend timewith, not just staring at the neighbors in the neighborhood." He awaited the arrival of night.

Lindsay and the others moved.

They split into two groups, one led by Lindsay, engaging in a feint to deceive Eugene, ensuring he saw and heard it without suspicion.

The other group faced greater danger. They brought a bed downstairs, laid it with blankets, hanging it above them to protect most of their bodies.

There was a plastic layer in the middle of the bedding to prevent toxic water from dripping on them after the hail melted. Although the visibility outside was only about a meter, the neighborhood was so small, and they were so familiar with it that they couldn't possibly get lost.

Ten people, all standing under the bed, carrying it, a distance of over a hundred meters was absolutely no problem. Lindsay encouraged everyone again, "Brothers, whether we can get rich, eat well, drink well, or have beautiful women obediently call us daddy, it all depends on this time!"

"Roar!" Everyone shouted, showing their high morale.

"Let's go!" They moved, one group in the light, the other in the dark, heading towards the villa where Eugene was hiding. It must be the people from the basement who arrived first. They held two flashlights and began to examine the iron gate. A knock, a dull hum.

"Hiss, this guy is really generous, actually reinforcing the basement entrance so heavily!" someone exclaimed. Just by the sound of it, you could tell that this iron gate must be extremely thick.

Someone joked, "Could this guy be clairvoyant, knowing that doomsday would happen?"

Lindsay scoffed, "He's definitely watched too many zombie movies. This thick iron gate is obviously for defense against zombies. But now, with poison hail and cold weather, what's the use of such a thick gate? However, if this kid is really brainwashed by doomsday movies, the supplies in his house should exceed our imagination!"

"Right!" Everyone's eyes lit up. So, their harvest this time would exceed expectations.

"Quick, feign attack, feign attack!"

They held iron tools and rubbed them against the iron gate, creating a piercing noise to simulate the sound of welding.

Eugene smiled faintly and tapped on his phone.

Suddenly!

All the fire sprinklers in the entire passage turned on, and water began to pour down.

In fact, Freeman would never agree to modify the community's fire facilities. Once discovered, he would face criminal charges. So, Eugene had him install an additional set of fire facilities. That shouldn't be a problem, right?

But with this set of fire sprinklers, what water source did Eugene connect them to?

Of course, it was the water from the poisoned hail, but it was diluted.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, cries echoed throughout the passage.

"This is poison water!"

"Damn, that kid is ruthless!"

"Run!"

Lindsay and the others scrambled out of the passage, escaping the range of the poisonous water spray. They all collapsed, shocked and fearful.

Eugene actually tampered with the fire sprinklers!

"Damn property management!"

"Damn Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau!"

"Damn fire department!"

This blatant violation of regulations was actually ignored?

They obviously didn't notice that Eugene hadn't modified the fire facilities; he had just added an extra set. But did that matter?

"What do we do?" Everyone looked at each other. Their mission was to attract Eugene's attention below ground so the ground team could smoothly infiltrate the villa. But they all became pig teammates. Did that distract Eugene's attention even a little bit?

Almost none!

Lindsay was somewhat dumbfounded; this situation was completely beyond his expectations. Eugene hadn't even shown up and had already played them miserably. This outcome was far beyond his expectations. How could he deal with it?

For a moment, he felt overwhelmed.

"Go back and get umbrellas!" He finally had an idea.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Immediately, everyone hurried back to fetch umbrellas.

It was fortunate that the poison hail liquid they were sprayed with was diluted; otherwise, it wouldn't just be a matter of discomfort, they would probably have to lie on the ground for at least half an hour.

"We also need to change out of these wet clothes."

"Yes, otherwise, we might freeze to death."

They hurried back. At the same time, the ground team also reached Eugene's villa.

"Break the door!"

With a big iron hammer strike, the courtyard door of the villa was easily smashed open. Everyone was immediately encouraged and continued forward.

They arrived at a window and lifted their hammers to strike.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the person swinging the hammer felt their arms go numb. They accidentally dropped the heavy hammer, which landed on their foot, causing them to tear up from the pain.

What's going on?

The crowd shone flashlights over, and immediately they were dumbfounded.

Where was the window?!

This supposed window was just a steel plate!

The people didn't believe it. Some even touched it, but where there should have been a window, there was suddenly a thick steel plate. So, when the hammer struck, of course, their arms were numbed by the shock.

Could they still break in?

How was that possible!

"What do we do?"

"What else can we do? Retreat!"

"Shouldn't we try the main door?"

"Are you stupid? If they sealed the windows with steel plates, why wouldn't they protect the main door?"

"Hurry, retreat. I'm losing strength!"

"Me too, and it's wet and cold outside. I feel like the poisoned water is going to seep in."

"Let's hurry back. Our protection won't last long outside anyway."

"Plan failed!"

The crowd was about to retreat, but at that moment, a window on the second floor opened, and then they heard Eugene's voice: "Once you're here, there's no need to leave!"

"Eugene!" They exclaimed, wanting to look up, but they were blocked by the bed.

But if they couldn't see, they couldn't see. They had to leave now, or they wouldn't hold out much longer!

Boom!

Suddenly, the bed shook, and they were almost knocked down by the impact.