The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies
Chapter 130: Isn’t all the money managed by you, 128?

Chapter 130: Isn’t all the money managed by you, 128?

Many believed that the Garrison held a massive quantity of supplies, which they would haul into Xiang City from secret storage points and store in the underground garage of this residential complex.

Then they would transport supplies out of this underground garage every day.

Especially recently, after the supplies at the Garrison’s storage behind the rescue center were depleted, Gong Yi ordered the closure of that supply point.

Since then, the Xiang City Garrison, as well as the motorhome supermarket, had been hauling supplies from the basement of this complex.

Soon enough, a gang of ruffians found a vehicle and, in the dusk-like light, targeted Hua Mi’s surrounding wall.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Several patrolling members of the Garrison, guns in hand, readied their firearms and aimed at the colorful haired mob opposite them,

"Don’t make any sudden moves!!!"

They were shocked at the audacity of someone causing trouble within Xiang City.

Looking at the gang gathered outside Sister Hua’s wall, the Garrison assumed they were survivors who had only recently entered Xiang City.

When the ruffians saw a few members of the Garrison emerge with guns to scare them, they paused, then suddenly erupted into a burst of raucous laughter.

The few members of the Xiang City Garrison dared to intimidate them with guns that didn’t even have live rounds!

The opposing Garrison members said nothing, guns aimed, eyes behind protective goggles focusing on the hooligan closest to the wall.

They were not police; they wouldn’t keep saying "don’t move, or else" indefinitely. One stern warning was enough.

If those hooligans tried anything foolish, they would simply be shot dead.

One of the ruffians drove forward, shouting loudly,

"Hahaha, come on, shoot me!~~"

In other cities, they had never encountered hard-nosed Garrison forces because other city Garrisons weren’t equipped with live ammo.

Some city Garrisons were busy saving people, police maintained order within the city, some were tasked with both... but none had live rounds.

Without permission from Garrison headquarters, city Garrisons couldn’t privately access city armories to equip live ammo.

With a loud "bang," the hooligan driving toward the wall’s iron gate had a bloody hole in his forehead.

His windscreen cracked with a tiny hole.

And his car, having lost speed abruptly, crashed straight into the grey wall, creating another loud noise, wrecking the front of the vehicle.

The surrounding ruffians, who were preparing to revel, suddenly fell silent.

My God, this is... someone shouted,

"The Xiang City Garrison has live ammo!!!"

Immediately afterward, all the hooligans around began to run, scattering in every direction.

Like headless flies.

The few Garrison members with guns quickly pursued; they were not police, they were Garrison, thus lacking many of the procedures that police would ordinarily follow.

If they found someone disturbing the peace, they wouldn’t take them in for a lengthy interrogation and re-education.

They would just open fire.

The hooligans pursued by the Garrison either ran away or had to surrender with hands up.

If they didn’t surrender, they would be considered intransigent elements liable to resist at any moment and would be shot outright.

Gunshots rang out repeatedly in the night, and hooligans who could surrender lay on the ground, hands over heads, weeping and wailing,

"Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Only then did they realize the seriousness of the warnings received upon entering the city about not causing trouble inside Xiang City, as it could be life-threatening.

At that moment, Hua Mi also saw everything happening outside through the surveillance.

She walked on foot across most of the district to the edge of the wall, opened the automatic iron gate to find the car that had crashed against her gate, its front completely smashed.

Inside, a contorted corpse sat in the driver’s seat.

And Hua Mi’s wall? It hadn’t lost a speck of dust.

She crouched between the battered car front and the wall, examining her own wall. Huo Jing’s familial craftsmanship was truly impressive; the wall they built for her was more durable than a bunker.

Hua Mi immediately took out her phone and called Huo Jing,

"You all been busy lately? How about adding a layer of electric wire to my wall?"

Huo Jing was startled on the other end of the phone,

"Miss Hua, you want an electric wire fence?"

"Yes, high voltage!"

She had to keep her Black Land safe; after all, the black soil she placed in this district could produce a great many crops.

If she couldn’t protect it well, it would be all too easy for others with ulterior motives to steal the crops from her Black Land.

Today was a perfect example.

Had it not been for the Xiang City Garrison and the iron-cast-like wall, those ruffians would have definitely broken into the wall.

They were not family of Huo Jing, who were very reliable; tell them not to go near the wire, and they wouldn’t.

So, if any of those ruffians managed to climb into the wall, if Hua Mi let even one live, the secret of her Black Land would be out.

To be safe, the high-voltage electrical wire had to be installed.

Huo Jing felt dubious and turned to discuss the matter with his relative, the Contractor.

While they were building the wall, they found Miss Hua’s requests a bit strange.

If the district stored the Garrison’s supplies and the motorhome supermarket goods, they should have been reinforcing the basement.

But Hua Mi insisted on building surface protections.

"Probably a blind,"

said the Contractor with a gold-toothed grin, gesturing,

"Miss Hua is smart. We keep reinforcing the underground garage, everyone’s attention turns there."

"Now, people only focus on what’s inside the surface walls, where there’s nothing but collapsed buildings."

Saying this, the Contractor winked at Huo Jing with a knowing look, as if he was the clever one and Huo Jing had just not caught on.

Huo Jing’s phone rang again—it was Hua Mi.

"By the way, what cement are you using?"

Hua Mi casually asked, thinking the quality of the wall was too good; she hadn’t seen concrete walls that didn’t chip a bit after being hit by a car.

"It’s the cement you provided, Miss Hua."

Huo Jing responded, last time Miss Hua had given them a lot of cement, which they had used to build the wall, with plenty left over, all piled up by Hua Mi’s wall.

Hua Mi realized then that the quality of the Contractor’s work was one thing, but the batch of cement she won in the lottery also played a strong part.

Immediately, Hua Mi hung up the phone with Huo Jing and, rubbing her hands together, called Gong Yi,

"Boss, fancy building the sturdiest lighthouse in the world?"

"How much?"

Gong Yi was direct on the other end; he was already aware of what had happened on Hua Mi’s end and was now driving over,

"Just figure out the cost yourself; aren’t you the one handling the money?"

Listen to the way he talked, as familiar as a man of the house might be, the husband sounding rather impatient as his wife says she wants to buy, buy, buy, and he says, "Buy, you have the money, don’t you? Just buy it then."