The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies
Chapter 127: Weapon not suitable for use

Chapter 127: Weapon not suitable for use

"Hahaha, this chick pulled out a knife."

"Looking so soft and tender, why’s she trying to act tough with a knife?"

"Exactly, who’s she trying to scare? Do we look like decorations?"

The twenty or so men that Qin Ziran had brought laughed derisively at Hua Mi.

The man with the tattooed arm impatiently walked over and said to Qin Ziran,

"This woman of yours is quite unruly. Hand her over to the brothers first to let her suffer a bit. She’ll be sure to follow your orders after."

Qin Ziran hesitated for a moment, then looked at Hua Mi and nodded slightly.

An Xiaoyu, seeing this, hurried over and angrily said,

"Qin Ziran, have you lost your mind? How could you treat a woman like this?"

He was wrong, he was so very wrong. He thought he had just come here today to help Qin Ziran and Hua Mi reconcile, but instead, he witnessed the evil in human nature!

Qin Ziran pushed An Xiaoyu aside, expressionless as he watched Hua Mi in the rain with her knife,

"You see, Ah Mi, I just want you to return to my side. Just obey, and your days will be better. Otherwise, you know what you’ll be facing next."

"I don’t want to do this to you, but you’re forcing me to become a devil."

Standing in the rain, Hua Mi didn’t move; she was judging who was closest to her and how she could strike with a fatal blow based on their clothing.

Seeing that Hua Mi remained silent, one of the tattooed man’s underlings stepped forward, reaching out to slap her,

"You really won’t see the coffin until you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Hua Mi slashed with her watermelon knife, cutting through the man’s cheap raincoat, and hot blood spurted from his chest.

Splattering the sky.

Everyone fell silent.

With an expressionless face, Hua Mi’s gaze inched over, looking at Qin Ziran.

The man she had slashed in the chest struggled on the ground for a bit, it was unclear whether he was dead or not.

Darkness fell, and the white mist turned black. Without waiting for him to speak, the tattooed man cursed,

"You damn bitch, I’m going to kill you!"

He pulled out a chain and rushed toward Hua Mi.

A large group of men charged at her as well.

They didn’t feel there was anything wrong with so many men attacking one woman.

Because they were just street thugs, and with the disaster hitting Xiang City, who knew where the police had gone.

In places hidden from the Garrison’s view, their inner darkness grew boundless and unchecked.

Hua Mi met their charge, swinging her knife. When she fought, each slash was aimed at vital areas like the brains or throat.

If one managed to dodge, they might not be killed by her strike.

But if they couldn’t, their heads would be directly cleaved off by her.

Two heads rolled on the rainy ground. The tattooed man and his half-charged accomplices were horrified; they stopped in their tracks, one by one staring at the two headless corpses in front of Hua Mi.

"Sorry, after entering fight mode, this is my usual way of fighting."

The seemingly delicate Hua Mi apologized with a smile to everyone and then deliberately asked Qin Ziran,

"Qin Ziran, are you scared?"

Her tone was thick with mockery.

The tattooed man subtly gestured to a few other men; they hadn’t given up and planned to attack Hua Mi from behind.

But Hua Mi, after all, was a woman who had spent her life in the apocalypse; she wasn’t someone who could be easily ambushed.

Compared to the silent approach of mutant animals, the noise made by humans during an ambush was just too loud.

She acted as if she had eyes on her back, spinning around to sever the hands of the two men who had reached for her.

Muscle memory fully awakened, Hua Mi hadn’t had time to think as the knife in her hand automatically rose in a graceful follow-through, chopping off their heads with two additional strikes.

You had to chop off the heads; otherwise, neither zombies nor mutant animals would die.

"Go, run! Run, run!!!"

The man with the flower tattoo finally realized he wasn’t dealing with an ordinary woman.

This clean and efficient beheading method meant Hua Mi was either a professional assassin or an extreme psychopath.

How could they, mere extras, ever handle someone like her?

How had Qin Ziran gotten involved with such a woman?

The group of men called over by Qin Ziran scattered in panic, but Hua Mi didn’t pursue. With a flick of her wrist, a giant rock fell from the sky.

The more crushed, the better.

Amidst the thunderous crash, Hua Mi walked towards Qin Ziran with a blood-dripping fruit knife in hand.

"Ah ah ah, don’t come over here, stay away!"

Qin Ziran was terrified; in truth, the scene during Gong Yi’s coup was not as cruel and bloody as it was today.

He couldn’t bring himself to care about any giant falling rocks, only terrified by Hua Mi’s brutal methods as he couldn’t stop backing away.

It was only later that he remembered he had brought a gun today for the courage to do evil.

So Qin Ziran backed away, fumbling to draw the gun from his pocket and pointed it directly at Hua Mi, his shaky voice crying out,

"Don’t come any closer, I just wanted to teach you a lesson, I didn’t intend to kill you."

"It was you, you who disobeyed first. You made so much money from selling the ancestral house, you have so many resources, yet you never told me. You supported Gong Yi in his struggle for power, but what about me? I’m your boyfriend!"

"I just wanted to scare you by having someone threaten you, and if they insulted you, I would have stopped them in the end. What’s wrong with teaching you a lesson for not listening to the management system?"

"All you had to do was tell me where the supplies for the Garrison are hidden, and I wouldn’t have made things difficult for you, just please let me go!"

He retreated step by step, his expression shattered.

Hua Mi, whose protective goggles were spattered with bloody specks, advanced step by step, even finding the time to ponder a question.

Qin Ziran’s gun hand wasn’t steady.

Could he even shoot accurately?

The drizzle cleaned her protective goggles once more, and she walked towards Qin Ziran, step by step, her oppressive aura applying immense psychological pressure.

Qin Ziran quickly suffered a psychological collapse, and the moment he pulled the trigger at Hua Mi, she slashed down, severing Qin Ziran’s hand.

The heavy handgun fell into the muddy ground.

Along with the severed palm.

She felt a bit miserable because the inferior fruit knife had rolled at the edge.

How was she supposed to kill zombies with an unreliable weapon?

Hua Mi promptly discarded the fruit knife with the rolled edge and continued walking towards the screaming and retreating Qin Ziran.

Did they think that just because her fruit knife was blunted, she no longer had one? How naive.

She drew another fruit knife from her sleeve.

An Xiaoyu shouted,

"Hua Mi, stop it, no more killing! Turn back, Hua Mi, there’s still time!"

Before Hua Mi could even look back, An Xiaoyu rushed towards her, holding the handgun that Qin Ziran had dropped to the muddy ground.

He raised the gun towards Hua Mi...