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It would have been about the same if it had been Cathy.

"If we pull this off, folks, we're guaranteed to become 'tycoons.' Whenever we want to sleep with any woman in the neighborhood, just bring out the food and clean water, and who wouldn't obediently drop their pants?" Garth pumped up the group.

"Let's do it!" the remaining five exclaimed in unison.

Garth didn't invite too many people because with more people, there would naturally be fewer resources for each. But with a total of six people, wouldn't that be enough to take down Eugene? Absolutely.

"Sergio, you used to be good at picking locks, right? You still got the tools and skills?" Garth looked at an old man among them, probably nearing seventy with graying hair and beard.

Sergio grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, half of which were missing. "No problem!"

Garth nodded. "Good. Sergio, you handle the door, we'll take care of Eugene. Make it bloody, everyone! Go all out!"

"Got it!" everyone nodded.

"Alright, let's move at midnight!" Garth decided.

The remaining five didn't return to their homes; after all, everyone had concerns. What if someone betrayed them and informed Eugene in exchange for supplies?

So no one is allowed to leave before starting, especially when there are only a few hours left.

However, after only half an hour, Sergio suddenly stood up and said to Garth, "Garth, I'm out of food now. I owe you until tonight when we get the supplies; you can deduct the equivalent of two packs of instant noodles from me."

At first, the others were confused, but then they realized the old man wanted to sleep with someone's young wife.

At almost seventy, you still have it in you?

Garth didn't mind; he thought that after taking down Eugene, there would be plenty of resources, and he was getting a bit tired of Kama anyway. It was a fair trade for two packs of instant noodles.

"Alright, you owe me," he agreed.

As Sergio was about to push the door to enter the house, he paused and turned to Garth. "Hold her down for me. I'm afraid I won't be able to control her."

After all, she was still young, in her twenties, while he was almost seventy. What if he pushed and she ran off?

Garth chuckled but nodded. "Fine, I'll give you a hand."

The two entered the house together.

Soon, Kama's screams could be heard.

"No! Stop!"

"Please!"

"I beg you! Please!"

The cries were so mournful, almost like those of a ghost.

Ten minutes later, Garth and Sergio emerged, and through the partially open door, one could see Kama lying on the bed, her pants pulled down, her expression numb, almost like a dead person.

But neither Garth nor Sergio paid it any mind. The six rested for a while, skipping dinner, enduring the hunger.

Garth couldn't bear to part with his own food, and the other five couldn't bring food over either, so they toughed it out.

Once they had taken down Eugene, they could feast without holding back.

Waiting, waiting, finally, midnight arrived.

"Let's move!"

The six set off, and Garth didn't even bother to lock the door, not afraid of Kama running away. He was determined to take over Eugene's mansion.

They arrived at the garage, flashlight leading the way, and soon reached the basement of the mansion.

Looking at the sealed iron door, Garth sneered, "Sergio, it's your show now."

"No problem," Sergio stepped forward to work on it.

However, ten minutes later, he was still at it.

"Sergio, why isn't it done yet?" Garth and the others were freezing.

Sergio was almost in tears. "This is the top-grade electronic lock! Damn, how scared shitless is this kid? He's even using such a high-end electronic lock for the basement? I need some time! Damn, it's too cold, my hands are shaking, I can't even use half of my strength!"

Garth was impatient. "Give us a number, how much longer?"

"Sergio, how much longer?" Garth asked.

"Uh, maybe... another 10... 30 minutes?" Sergio replied.

This nearly drove the other five to despair. It was too cold; they had to stay in this godforsaken place for another half an hour?

"Damn it, Sergio, are you putting all your strength into women?" someone cursed. "We're about to carry out a mission tonight, and you're still thinking about fooling around with women. Haven't you ever been with a woman before?"

They grumbled and complained. They were a motley crew; everything was fine when things went smoothly, but once they encountered setbacks, they immediately started quarreling. It wasn't impossible for them to disband on the spot.

But just then, the iron door suddenly opened.

"Sergio, it's up to you!" Garth exclaimed.

"How come you said it would take at least 10 minutes, but now it's open right away?" the others exclaimed in joy.

But Sergio was confused. "I didn't open the door."

Huh? Then what happened?

The six of them stared at the doorway.

Suddenly, a strong light shone through.

"Damn, I'm going blind!"

The six hurriedly retreated while shining their flashlights forward.

Eugene appeared in their sight.

But instead of holding knives, hammers, or screwdrivers like they expected, Eugene was holding a water gun.

A water gun?

Garth and the others laughed. Was he planning to spray us with water?

But in the next moment, Eugene "fired" the gun.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the water bullets came flying.

Fast and painful!

Eugene smirked. This was an electric-powered water gun, almost as powerful as a high-pressure water gun, but with the force concentrated in one water bullet, the impact was considerable.

But that wasn't the most crucial part.

"Ah! It's poison water!"

"It's poisoned hailstones!"

Finally, the six realized, but it was too late. They were already lying on the ground, screaming in pain from the intense burning sensation.

Eugene didn't continue "firing" but waited.

Half an hour later, the groans of the six finally subsided a little.

Eugene had even brought over a heater, not for himself but to prevent Garth and the others from freezing to death.

"Now listen to me," Eugene said calmly. "I want you to do something for me. If you accomplish it, these instant noodles and water are yours. But if you don't, or if you try to forcibly take them... feel free to give it a shot."

Garth didn't immediately accept or refuse but asked, "What do you want us to do?"

Asking didn't hurt, and given their current condition, they needed time to recover.

Eugene smiled. "Building 11, Apartment 302. There are four people inside: an elderly couple and a pair of siblings. I want each of you to have your turn with them. Here, four sets for each person. Once you're done, come get your reward."

Damn, isn't that your ex-wife's family?

Garth and the others shivered, realizing just how cruel Eugene could be.

But for them, was this task difficult?

Sergio could pick locks, and their weapons were already in hand. Was it not easy to subdue a household with two elderly people and two young ones, with just two men?

Except that they hesitated to be too harsh with the men.

What about trying to take down Eugene directly?

Looking at the plastic basket beside Eugene, filled with instant noodles, jerky, and clean water, their eyes turned green.

Finally, everyone's gaze fell on Garth.

He used to be in a gang, known for his courage and ruthlessness. He was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

Garth pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, we'll take on this task."

The remaining five people were puzzled, and Garth blinked at them, meaning to calm down.

As a result, all five people remained silent.

Eugene threw out 3 boxes of covers and said with a smile: "If anyone can shoot a few more rounds, you can receive additional rewards. However, you must not injure or kill this family. I still want to take my time."

"You only have one day!"