I'm a hooligan

Eugene didn't go to the hospital to confront Aunt Joanna on the spot.

After all, someone like Aunt Joanna wouldn't listen to reason, she would just make a scene. So, what was the point of arguing with a shrew? Everything could be settled when the time came for the final settlement.

When Aunt Joanna and her family returned that night, Eugene guessed they would come looking for him, either to rant or to play the victim. Neither was something he wanted to deal with, so he went to a hotel to get a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, he was disturbed in the middle of the night.

His guess was spot on. Aunt Joanna did indeed storm back into the neighborhood that night, banging on Eugene's door loudly. She even woke up the people upstairs and downstairs. They told Aunt Joanna to keep it down, but she didn't care. She shouted at them to go back to sleep, which only angered the neighbors more, and they ended up giving her a beating. Aunt Joanna was then sent to the hospital, conveniently ending up in the same ward as Uncle Harry.

Perfect.

Of course, Eugene was unaware of all this. The next day, he followed his plan and went to a shooting range.

Stocking up on bullets.

Handgun bullets were 10 cents each, while rifle bullets were 20 cents each. Eugene used a rifle, the kind that could fire in rapid succession. He had brought along 500,000, so he started shooting.

Bang bang bang, the gunshots rang out loudly, and Eugene just aimed randomly, knowing that the bullets would be taken away by the spatial gate after traveling 2 meters.

In rapid-fire mode, emptying a clip was incredibly fast.

Before long, the barrel of the gun was scorching hot.

He changed guns and continued.

He "played" for 5 hours, spending nearly 400,000.

This meant he had fired 20,000 bullets!

20,000! If he could practice using the spatial gate to shoot accurately, he could take down 20,000 targets.

Incredible.

Eugene didn't continue because even though he wore earplugs, listening to the continuous gunfire for 5 hours made his head buzz. Also, each shot had recoil, making his shoulder ache.

Rest tomorrow, and the day after, he would find another shooting range to stock up on bullets.

He couldn't focus on just one.

Although this was an outdoor shooting range, it was normal for bullets to get lost in the muddy ground. But if all 20,000 bullets missed the target... well, it was better not to raise suspicions.

After this day, Eugene returned to his rental.

There, he found the door smeared with feces.

No need to guess, it was definitely the work of the Turner family.

Eugene checked the surveillance footage with the property management, but this time, the Turner family had learned their lesson. They covered the cameras with bags from blind spots before committing their deed.

The surveillance couldn't capture the Turner family covering the cameras, let alone them smearing feces.

This was an obvious attempt to be a nuisance.

Eugene sneered. He immediately called the police. Of course, such matters as finding the "culprit" were best left to the professionals. Then, he found the neighbors of the Turner family downstairs and gave them some money to handle something.

Install the "Building-Shaking Device" on the ceiling.

Then, this family temporarily moved to a hotel.

What was the "Building-Shaking Device"?

As the name suggested, it was a device that shook the building. Clang clang clang, it would ring in the middle of the night, and no matter how deep you slept, you would wake up!

But it also disrupted the Wi-Fi and remote control of phones.

Eugene smiled. From tonight onwards, the Turner family would have trouble getting a good night's sleep.

He didn't let the Turner family's antics delay what he needed to do. He continued to trade stocks, exercise, collect banquet fees, collect bullets, and procure supplies. Just three days later, the Turner family couldn't take it anymore. They contacted Eugene through the property management, expressing their willingness to compensate and clean Eugene's door.

Eugene's days were quite monotonous.

Trading stocks, exercising, collecting banquet fees, collecting bullets, purchasing supplies, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. In addition, he took a whole day to practice in the wilderness how to use the spatial gate for offensive attacks.

It's all about accuracy.

How to make the bullets flying out hit the target precisely.

After wasting a thousand rounds, he could achieve a 100% hit rate within 2 meters, 90% within 5 meters, and 60% within 10 meters.

He didn't continue because bullets were relatively scarce—not expensive, but difficult to obtain. There were only a few shooting ranges like Mystic Hills, and if he changed, he would have to go elsewhere.

The compound bow he ordered had arrived. When he had nothing to do, he would shoot arrows into the portal and then practice accuracy with those inside.

The destructive power wasn't particularly significant. He could even practice in the neighborhood, as long as no one saw.

There were still more than two months left until the end of the world. Take it easy and practice slowly.

So, a month passed in a hurry.

The villa's renovation was in full swing, progressing as expected, and Eugene's stock account had grown from 350 million to 1.1 billion.

He took out a portion to pay for the villa's renovation costs, continued to buy supplies in small amounts, and left a large sum of money in the stock market, letting money make more money.

It wasn't time to withdraw everything yet.

Oh right, Eugene also bought a car.

Eugene bought a Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

Not expensive, it cost a little over 2 million, but he hired someone to customize it, which cost over 5 million.

The glass needed to be bulletproof, the tires needed to be changed, in short, it needed to withstand hail, because Eugene planned to go out at the beginning of the end.

Going out at such a dangerous time?

For energy.

Gasoline, diesel, these things, it's not like you can buy a lot with money now, so Eugene could only wait until after the end of the world to pick some up. Therefore, the strength and sealing performance of the commuter car were very important.

Vehicle modifications weren't something that could be done quickly, so he would probably have to wait another month to get the car.

In any case, definitely before the beginning of the end of the world.

Eugene returned to the neighborhood and arrived at the elevator.

There was a man waiting for the elevator, around 30 years old, actually quite handsome, but a bit negligent in appearance, stubble on his chin, buttons misaligned, smelling of alcohol, obviously not having slept well, with dark circles under his eyes.

He glanced at Eugene, first showing a hint of envy, then raised his head as if deliberately letting Eugene see.

"Do I know you?" Eugene couldn't be bothered with him.

Ding, the elevator arrived.

The two entered one after the other, each pressing their floor. Eugene noticed the man pressed the 17th floor. Huh, that's the same floor as the beautiful woman Cathy, and although each floor had 4 units, people would rather wait a moment than ride the elevator with someone on the opposite side.

Huh, could he be Cathy's boyfriend?

Tsk tsk, quite lucky.

However, just as the elevator doors were closing, a hand reached out, preventing the doors from closing.

Then, the elevator doors opened again, and four men suddenly entered.

Their visible skin was covered in tattoos, one even had an ear stud, as if he wanted to carve "I'm a thug" on his face.