The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies
Chapter 135 - 133 There’s been trouble on this road.

Chapter 135: 133 There’s been trouble on this road.

Amidst the chaotic highway, survivors had breached the barricades.

Hua Mi hastily directed her Clearing Team,

"This won’t do, the vehicles are filled with cash and supplies, there’s no way to maintain order if survivors start looting, toss all the supplies off the truck, and you drive straight to B City."

"We’ll treat Daddy Shi’s injuries once we get to B City."

The senior members of the Clearing Team sprung into action, quickly stripping the vehicle of its supplies. Once emptied, they helped Daddy Shi into the vehicle and sped off toward B City.

The supplies that had just been thrown from the vehicle were now seized by the survivors who had overrun the blockade.

Supplies were tremendously important at this time; even an orange was worth fighting desperately for.

Other than Daddy Shi, only a few members of the Clearing Team remained in place, while the rest took a vehicle each, all loaded with money, heading in the direction of B City.

Hua Mi, along with Seventh Uncle and Eighth Uncle who had stayed behind, prepared to commence clearing work once the scene settled down.

As a pregnant woman, she never picked fights... so Hua Mi tried to stick to the side of the road, and as she walked, she reached the family to whom she had sold the newborn onesies earlier.

The woman, still holding her wailing child, squatted by the roadside, away from the bloody chaos and fighting.

The elderly couple supported each other, slowly making their way into the blockade, clad in two sets of mountaineering gear; though they moved slowly, their steps were steady.

Hua Mi walked over and squatted beside the woman holding the child, and asked,

"Where is your husband?"

The woman, protecting her child with a raincoat, looked up toward the group of survivors that had gained the upper hand on the road surface and replied,

"He’s gone to help."

Then, the woman turned to Hua Mi and asked,

"Why haven’t you left yet? It’s very unsafe here, far too unsafe."

Had it not been for waiting for her husband to return, she would have taken her child and headed toward B City as well.

Hua Mi didn’t answer the woman,

Instead, she pulled out a neatly folded piece of Waterproof Oilcloth from inside her raincoat,

"Would you buy this Waterproof Oilcloth? I see you holding your child like that, it’s really not ideal. Maybe you should..."

The woman quickly nodded; her raincoat was too small to cover the child properly,

Having a piece of Waterproof Oilcloth to wrap the child in was indeed urgently needed. The woman hastily inquired,

"How much for one Waterproof Oilcloth?"

Sometimes she truly felt it wasn’t because she and her husband took such good care of the child that he was still alive, but rather due to the child’s own tenacious vitality.

Hua Mi gave the woman an encouraging smile,

"200."

At 200 apiece, Waterproof Oilcloth was considered quite cheap now, the same price it was in Xiang City.

Hua Mi hadn’t raised the price at all.

The woman quickly took out cash to buy the Waterproof Oilcloth from Hua Mi’s hands, repeatedly saying,

"Thank you, thank you so much."

She didn’t know how to express her gratitude sufficiently; honestly, at that moment if Hua Mi had charged her 2000 for a piece of Waterproof Oilcloth, for the sake of her child, the woman would have agreed.

At that point, all those who had set up the barricades had been subdued by the survivors; a man, his head covered in blood, was held down on the road surface, growling fiercely.

"You all wait, you wait for me, do you know who my boss is? My boss is Chen Hu from A City! Just you wait!!!"

A City’s Chen Hu?

Everyone had never heard of this name. Someone kicked him and cursed:

"Chen Hu, Road Hu, who the hell knows? You guys have no right to set up roadblocks. You’re just criminals robbing people on the road!"

From the mouth of the man on the ground, covered in blood, everyone learned that they were all survivors who had traveled long distances from nearby cities.

There was no one representing the authority of Xiang City or B City, so what right did this group have to set up a roadblock here?

For a moment, everyone was too angry to speak, with some shouting,

"Kill them, beat them to death, to prevent them from harming others!"

Hua Mi, squatting by the roadside, though, looked grave upon hearing the name "Chen Hu from A City."

He was not a simple character.

The small-time thugs with tattooed arms from Xiang City and those setting up roadblocks on the Xiang B Highway to rob people of their goods and money were child’s play compared to Chen Hu.

You could say, in the southeastern region’s cities, anyone involved in the gang life looked up to someone at a higher level.

A boss above a boss, and another boss above that boss.

And at the top, there was Chen Hu.

Ordinary people generally wouldn’t know this name. Perhaps even many of the low-level thugs were unaware, because Chen Hu’s image was very clean.

He himself ran a very legitimate business, a successful and extremely low-profile entrepreneur, who was also very enthusiastic about participating in various charity auctions each year.

He even built many schools in impoverished mountain areas... and refused to be publicized about that.

From his current profile, Chen Hu seemed flawless, and could even be named a model entrepreneur or something of that sort.

But Hua Mi had lived a lifetime.

The sequence of disasters in this life was different from her last life, but the people were the same.

When the apocalypse arrived, and the darkness grew day by day, the devil hidden in the shadows would no longer need a human facade. That’s when the model entrepreneur and unreported philanthropist began to reveal his most ferocious side.

Clearly, there hadn’t been so many gangsters in Xiang City and B City before, but now the gangs were flocking in.

That meant Chen Hu from above was extending his tentacles into these two cities.

The survivors up ahead were cursing and beating the hooligans manning the roadblock. Hua Mi came to her senses and said to the woman holding the child:

"I have tents for sale. Why don’t you set one up and wait inside for your husband? The child looks pitiful."

After saying that, she pointed at the garbage truck by the roadside, walked over, and opened the garbage truck. From the astonished gaze of the woman, she took out several tents from the level 16 storage.

It looked as though she was pulling out brand-new tents, still in their plasic wrappers, right from the garbage truck.

The woman was overjoyed. Wrapping her child in waterproof oilcloth, she took one of the tents from Hua Mi and saw it was an automatic pop-up tent that didn’t even require setting up.

"How much for this?"

"This? 830 each."

Hua Mi casually threw out a number. These tents were actually bought online at the beginning of the earthquake.

She didn’t have many of them, just bought really cheap, only 83 yuan each.

After taking 830 yuan from the woman, Hua Mi took out her cell phone. Staying inside the tent with the woman, she thought for a long time before sending a message to Eighth Uncle,

[Hua Mi: If you’re running on this road recently, it’s better to be armed. This road won’t be peaceful anymore.]

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