Waste time with these old men

The ground was already frozen, incredibly slippery, but with anti-skid tires, the G still drove steadily.

Eugene was cautious, maintaining a speed of about 20 mph.

In a hurry now?

Ha.

The car maneuvered through the compound and soon reached the gate. Of course, the sensors had long stopped working, and the gate wouldn't open.

No problem, I'll just ram through!

Eugene floored the accelerator, and bang, the car charged through.

With its reinforced bumpers and upgraded engine, not to mention it being the heaviest model, hitting the gate pole? Even a wall would be knocked down!

However, Eugene didn't hide his actions. With a visibility of 20 meters, many saw him.

"Who's that?"

"Eugene, I saw that car coming out of the villa."

"How dare he go out? Isn't he afraid the hail will shatter the windows?"

"Yeah, the fog might have lifted, but the hail hasn't stopped!"

"Let's go out and try our luck too."

"Yes, we can use blankets to cover the car windows, leaving a small hole for visibility. Drive slower, be cautious, and getting out won't be a problem."

"Yes, yes, we have to take the risk, otherwise, we'll starve or die of thirst."

Encouraged, many people rushed to the underground garage, but many others hesitated or didn't have cars. Most were elderly, and while they also headed to the garage, they discussed other options.

Why risk going out when we can stay here?

Eugene paid no attention to the others. He drove carefully but managed to leave the compound.

It felt like breaking free from shackles.

Awesome!

Luck was on Eugene's side. Though the streets were littered with parked cars, he could still weave through. There was only one spot he couldn't pass—a three-car pile-up blocking the road.

No worries. Eugene rolled down his window and extended an umbrella before reaching out to touch one of the cars. It vanished instantly into another dimension.

Just one car was enough. He retracted the umbrella and continued.

After just 2 kilometers, he reached the gas station.

He parked, got out, locked his car, and headed straight to the storage area for the fuel tanks.

He took them all at once.

He stored each of the three fuel tanks—92, 98 octane gasoline, and diesel—into another dimension. There was no 95 octane gasoline, which annoyed Eugene. Same trip but one less tank.

The tanks were full, likely filled right before doomsday.

Great.

Holding an umbrella, Eugene was about to get back into his car when he noticed several cars approaching, dangerously close to hitting his car. What bothered him more was that they were surrounding his G-wagon.

People started getting out of these cars, seemingly there for fuel. They went to grab the fuel nozzles, only to find they didn't work due to the power outage and, worse, the fuel tanks had been taken by Eugene.

The gas station's roof was rainproof but not cold-proof. Everyone was shivering, wrapped up in hats and scarves, their faces hidden.

They spotted Eugene and immediately noticed his custom-made down jacket—warm enough for Everest.

"Hey, if you don't want to get beaten, take off that jacket!" one of them yelled, waving a stick.

Eugene frowned. "It's freezing. What if I freeze to death?"

"Ha! What's it to us?" The leader replied, others echoing his sentiments. Some waved their weapons threateningly.

Eugene sighed. He wasn't violent, but people forced him into this.

He smiled, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a replica gun from another dimension.

The sight of the gun sent them all recoiling, eyes widening in fear.

"Now, all of you run onto the street. The last one left, I'll shoot."

They gasped. "We'll be hit by hail!"

The hail was toxic. Getting hit felt like two kinds of pain—physical and the unbearable sting from the poison.

"Rolling on the ground in such weather?

It's doomed.

Eugene sneered, saying, "It's none of my business!"

Return the original words!

The group of people looked at each other, all revealing a fierce look.

In that case, let's fight to the death!

You're just one person with a gun, while we have eleven. How many of us can you kill?

"Bring it on!"

They all roared and rushed towards Eugene.

As time passed, many people became fierce, and now it's either you die or I die. Naturally, everyone is fighting for their lives.

Eugene smirked, "I was afraid you wouldn't come."

This way, I can save some bullets.

He opened a spatial portal.

The people rushing ahead disappeared immediately, and even those who noticed something was wrong but couldn't stop in time, ended up stumbling into the spatial portal.

Only one person was lucky enough; he was too slow.

The man trembled, his face full of fear.

"Don't kill me! Please spare me!" He had completely lost the will to resist.

Eugene shook his head, "You know my secret, I have to silence you."

The man was devastated, crying, "But I don't know anything!"

He only saw people disappearing but had no idea how they vanished or how he knew the secret.

Is it too extreme to kill me just for this?

Eugene smirked, and a bullet from another dimension silently flew out, splattering blood on the man's forehead. He looked at Eugene with disbelief before collapsing.

Bang!

He fell to the ground, eyes wide open in death.

Eugene waved his hand, clearing away the cars blocking his path, then opened a car door and sat inside, feeling the warm air immediately surround him.

—He didn't turn off the engine; the air conditioning was still running.

Save a bit on fuel?

Do I look like I'm short of money?

Shaking his head, Eugene wasn't sure if the fog would continue to dissipate or become denser again. Without any foresight now, safety comes first.

With so many supplies stored, he had made ample preparations. It would be a joke if he got trapped outside due to the heavy fog and couldn't return, or worse, froze to death.

Safety first, that's the rule.

Driving carefully, since he had cleared the path when coming, the return journey was also smooth. He soon saw the gate of the community.

But!

He found that although he had knocked down the entrance barrier, several stone pillars suddenly blocked the road.

Inside the security room, a dozen or so elderly people sat. When they saw Eugene approaching, their faces lit up with excitement.

Eugene rolled down the car window slightly and asked, "What's the meaning of this?"

"Eugene, we are starving and thirsty. You must give us food and water, or we won't let you into the community!" One elderly person opened the window and said.

Although there was a roof above the security room to prevent hail, it couldn't block the cold wind. As soon as the window was opened, a cold wind blew in, making the elderly shiver.

Eugene chuckled, "Aren't you afraid I'll retaliate?"

"Hehe, we're not stupid!" The elderly people all took out toy water guns, aiming at Eugene.

These were simple water guns that could only spray 3 to 5 meters

away, but as long as Eugene got out of the car to move the stone pillars or tried to enter the community, they could squirt him with water guns.

It's obvious that these water guns were filled with the toxic hail.

Eugene smiled. With the weather so cold, he just needed to stall for time, and the toxic water in the guns would freeze. How could they squeeze out any water?

However, he wasn't interested in wasting time with these old folks here.