The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies
Chapter 142: There are definitely more than 5 people at the scene 140

Chapter 142: There are definitely more than 5 people at the scene 140

"No, no!"

Ge Chuling cried as she watched Wu Shigao’s disappearing figure in the rain.

She wanted to call Wu Shigao back, but at this moment, she dared not make a sound.

Her daughter in her arms began to cry loudly because of the gunfire.

She dared not stay in place, fearful that the group hijacking the supplies would be heartless enough to not even spare the children.

Sobbing, Ge Chuling checked the direction and ran towards City B with her child, thinking that at least keeping a life to inform Miss Hua was the least she could do.

Behind her, Wu Shigao joined the battlefield, but actually, it didn’t change much about the one-sided slaughter.

But his skills were nimbler than those of the elderly Clearing Team, and he managed to carry back the shot Chi Chuan and Seventh Uncle, Eighth Uncle, Daddy Shi, and others.

The air was thick with the smell of blood. Twelve members of the Clearing Team and a baby, plus Chi Chuan’s small trading group of ten people, were driving ten trucks loaded with oranges.

In the end, the only ones who hadn’t been shot were Wu Shigao and Ge Chuling, plus the infant in Ge Chuling’s arms.

All the survivors around had fled. Wu Shigao ran back, took out the welfare medicine pack Hua Mi had distributed, and took out hemostatic gel, applying it one by one on his companions’ gunshot wounds.

It was raining hard, but he had no mind to care about anything else, only focused on rescuing people.

The road quieted for a long time, Chi Chuan and others, enduring the pain, lay scattered along the roadside.

A few gun-struck people rolled out from the roadside, pressing a gun against Wu Shigao’s forehead.

"There’s a live one!"

Someone said with a cold tone, thinking they had killed everyone from the Clearing Team and Chi Chuan’s transport team.

"Kill him."

Another person whispered.

In the rainy ground, Wu Shigao resignedly closed his eyes.

The man pointing the gun at him was just about to pull the trigger when Chi Chuan, who should have been dead on the ground, suddenly sprung up and tackled the gunman.

"Wu Shigao, run! Run!"

Chi Chuan shouted. He hardly had any strength left; the only reason he was still hanging on was because Wu Shigao had applied a lot of hemostatic gel.

The bullet was inside him, a weird feeling, like a piece of iron stuck in his shoulder blade. But the icy hemostatic gel also made its way into his body, astonishingly sealing up his gunshot wound.

The damaged vessels inside were also clotted.

It hurt terribly at the wound.

Yet, to say it was life-threatening would be an exaggeration.

The man overpowered on the ground aimed his gun at Chi Chuan’s stomach and fired several shots.

The "pop, pop, pop!" of the gun resonated through the rainy night.

As Hua Mi was approaching the Xiang B Highway, she suddenly stopped.

Cursing under her breath, "damn it," she hurriedly sprinted forward.

A flash of lightning crossed the sky, revealing several men in the rain, ten trucks filled with oranges, and bodies scattered along the roadside.

And there was Wu Shigao, kneeling on the ground.

Scumbags, how dare they touch her people!

Hua Mi pulled out an AK47, held it at the ready, and without looking, sprayed bullets into the people in the rain.

She handled the AK47 as if it were a machine gun, "rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat!"

Not far away, Tang You and others were rushing over in the night rain, listening to the sound—it was Garrison’s firearms initially, and now someone was counterattacking with an AK47.

One of the Garrison whispered to Tang You,

"This must be a crazy bitch."

Where is there still someone wasting bullets like this? As if they cost nothing.

Whether it’s the Garrison or civilians who obtained a firearm through illegitimate means, they all treated their weapons as extremely precious.

At this time, everyone knew a bullet equaled a human life, although human lives were becoming less and less valuable. Precisely because of this, there were more and more people who did not care about their lives.

A single bullet could do so much.

For instance, right now, 20 or so bullets could be exchanged for 10 truckloads of oranges.

Hua Mi held an AK47 and turned 5 robbers who tried to steal the oranges into sieves.

She charged ahead and even fired an extra shot at one robber who was still breathing.

Seeing this, Wu Shigao lay on the ground, too frightened to make a sound.

"Are you okay?"

Holding her gun, Hua Mi walked over and bent down to look at Wu Shigao on the ground.

He hurriedly climbed up from the puddle, wiping the water off his face,

"I—I’m fine, Miss Hua, I’m fine..."

This was the first time Wu Shigao realized that killing could be done so cleanly and efficiently. The way Hua Mi handled her gun seemed as if she were shooting BB pellets.

It was entirely without the ruthlessness and weight of those people earlier.

Yes, Wu Shigao finally noticed something incongruent about Hua Mi.

She killed with ease, even seemingly viewing human life as insignificant.

It was chilling because, nowadays, if people committed evil deeds, they would typically go through a painful mental struggle.

Not everyone naturally unleashed the evil within; it usually required some catalyst or influence to display their wickedness fully.

From a civilized and ceremonial environment to the current circumstances, even evil individuals underwent an unpleasant emancipation process.

Even robberies were not done joyfully.

Nor was there joyful killing.

Yet, Hua Mi was different; she still possessed a very beautiful side, and most times, she appeared more hopeful and brighter than anyone else.

Even when she killed, it was as if she were playing, just like playing a video game.

She had no process of psychological struggle, seemingly naturally fitting into such an environment.

"How many of us died?"

Hua Mi asked Wu Shigao, emotionless, still holding her gun.

Just as Wu Shigao was about to speak, Chi Chuan on the ground made a grunt and slowly got up.

He touched the bullet holes in his abdomen, bullet holes present, but no blood.

"I..."

Chi Chuan was shocked. The bullet holes covered with hemostatic gel were now filled with transparent gel.

But he hadn’t applied hemostatic gel to his other wounds, so why were they not bleeding now?

Had his body’s coagulation mechanism improved that much?

It wasn’t just Chi Chuan. Seventh Uncle, Eighth Uncle, and Daddy Shi were the same.

The wisest thing Wu Shigao did was to apply hemostatic gel to them immediately after saving them.

Hua Mi checked everyone over, and most of these people were still alive.

’Still,’ because these people were not far from death. As long as the bullets were not removed from their bodies, they would soon lose their lives.

Fortunately, Tang You arrived not long after. He commanded his Garrison to take Chi Chuan, Eighth Uncle, and the others back to City B.

On the other hand, he ordered his men to carefully examine the 5 people who had been shot into sieves on the ground.

Finally, the Garrison concluded for him that there were definitely more than 5 people involved in this robbery...