Semua Bab The Apocalypse Hoarder: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Cyrus calmly took out a pack of cigarettes and slid one between his lips."Do you smoke?" He held the pack out to Severin.Severin instinctively leaned away. "Thanks, but I don't smoke that brand."The corner of Cyrus' mouth lifted. Even now, the famous billionaire heir was still picky. It was obvious that Severin had not lacked supplies lately.Cyrus did not rush to make demands. He took two unhurried drags and flicked the ash onto the floor."Let's be direct," he said evenly. "I came here because I want a stable place to live. It's dangerous outside. Supplies are scarce, and it's freezing. Your place is huge. One more person won't make a difference, right?"Cyrus's calm tone eased Severin's nerves."So your goal is just to move in?" Severin asked carefully. "You're not here to kill me and take this place for yourself?"Cyrus snorted and spread his hands."Kill you? Why would I need to? This place is massive. A hundred people could live here comfortably. I'm not the type to k

After dealing with Severin, Cyrus casually finished off Graham as well.Graham was lucky. He was still unconscious when he died, so he felt no pain.Cyrus stored both bodies in his pocket dimension. He planned to dispose of them later.Blood still stained the floor. He took a mop from the bathroom and cleaned it up.Vincent still had not woken.Cyrus stared at him for a full minute. If he wanted to kill Vincent, now would be the perfect moment. Vincent would never even know it happened."Kill him or not." Cyrus hesitated.Without Vincent, he would never have found this place. Without Vincent's cooperation, he could not have entered the bunker or taken control of it. At the same time, Cyrus could not tolerate living under the same roof as someone he did not trust.After thinking it through, he made a decision. He left Vincent untouched and went back upstairs.The three women remained. Keeping them would only waste food.Cyrus opened the door to the pet room. The three women we

After resting for a while, Cyrus pulled a stimulant from his pocket dimension and forced Vincent to swallow it. To hurry things along, he splashed ice-cold water across Vincent's face.After some rough handling, Vincent finally pried his eyes open. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him. "Shit, that's cold!"When he saw Cyrus, he froze. A heartbeat later, wild joy lit his face. "Cyrus, did you pull it off?"He scanned the room on instinct, searching for Severin, but found nothing.Cyrus said nothing. He stepped forward and untied the ropes around Vincent.Vincent could barely believe it. He had taken a short nap, and by the time he woke up, Severin's luxury bunker had already fallen.'A pure carry!' The thought made him dizzy with excitement.Curiosity burned through him all the same. They had both been hit with the gas. How had Cyrus woken so quickly? And not only escaped, but also had taken control of the entire place?"Cyrus, where's Severin? How did you deal with him?" Vincent a

Cyrus' eyes turned cold. He leveled the pistol at Vincent's forehead. The dark muzzle dragged Vincent back into memories of Cyrus' precise, merciless killings.Vincent knew Cyrus was not joking.Humiliation burned through him. Hatred surged and filled his chest, bloodshot and fever bright, plain to see in his eyes."Fine," Vincent said through clenched teeth. "I'm leaving."He turned and walked toward the corridor, every step heavy with reluctance. As he went, he glanced once more at the bunker's lavish interior. This kind of luxury had never been his, not even before the world ended.Resentment tightened his throat. At the corridor entrance, he spun around and glared at Cyrus. "Cyrus, you broke your word. One day, you'll pay for it."Cyrus met his gaze without emotion. Vincent let out a bitter laugh and turned away.Cyrus watched him for several seconds. Then he raised the gun.The gunshot left a neat hole straight through the back of Vincent's head. Brain death came instantly

The bunker lived up to its price tag. A bunker that cost a billion dollars still qualified as world-class even by standards ten years later. With infrastructure like this, Cyrus could finally access accurate information from the outside world.Domestic news channels were useless. They pushed endless entertainment fluff, packaged as "serious reporting."Cyrus sat down and began browsing the international net. Until now, everything he knew had been limited to Volaris. He felt a deep curiosity about the wider world.After some digging, the overall picture matched his expectations. Extreme cold had wiped out the vast majority of living organisms. With global communications fractured, no one could calculate an exact death toll.However, mathematical models from an underground lab at John Hoffins University suggested that the world's population had fallen from 8.5 billion to around 2 billion."Nearly three quarters gone in just one month," Cyrus muttered. "If 5% make it through in the l