Snowstorm: I'm Super Rich in the Apocalypse-Chapter 388: Chaos

The next morning, they arrived at the distribution center in the South District, where a long line had already formed.

Gu Pan took her camera and shot some photos from different angles. She planned to pair them with her journal entries when she got home, documenting such moments. Today was a meaningful day.

Rarely did one see such smiles on the residents’ faces—smiles that came from deep within.

Those who received fruit didn’t wait until they got home to eat; many households only had one or two people left. To put it bluntly, by the time they got home, the fruit could be stolen. It was safer to just eat it there. After all, with only two strawberries per person, eating them meant truly possessing them.

Now the melons weren’t ripe yet, so distribution hadn’t started.

That day, Gu Pan and the others also had a fulfilling time. In the evening, she baked bread and made strawberry jam, sharing some with each household to be saved for breakfast.

At this time, they were truly the only households who could still enjoy such food.

Others were gaunt and thin, while these few households didn’t look much different from before the apocalypse.

Soon, the second batch of people set off for the migration, hoping to avoid any sudden bad weather and to hasten their journey.

This migration involved moving even more resources. Many trucks left in the dead of night. This made the base’s residents feel that something was amiss, especially when some realized they hadn’t seen their neighbors for a long time, despite claims of having to work overtime at their units. But they suspected it wasn’t that simple.

After all, such a large operation couldn’t hide forever in an apocalyptic world where people were sensitive to change. No matter how careful, issues would eventually be discovered.

This was something Lu Jianguo and his colleagues had considered. Even the tightest kept secrets couldn’t withstand long operations. It wasn’t just one migration, but as the base’s resources dwindled, how could no one notice something was off?

Hence, in the last phase, some things couldn’t be openly discussed, but they couldn’t be completely hidden either. The final migration had to be expedited.

Some leaders would remain at the base, leading those who stayed to fight for a chance of survival. Of course, these leaders would be recorded in history as those who sacrificed themselves for the future of humanity, to be remembered and revered by later generations. frёewebnoѵēl.com

All of this was for the progression of humankind, whether those who left or those who stayed, each bearing their own missions.

Of course, the ordinary residents of the base weren’t foolish. They understood that those chosen to migrate were either technically skilled or had status. So they started devising their own strategies.

In the past few days, many homes at the base had been burglarized. The burglars didn’t take money, food, or living supplies. Instead, they turned homes upside down, even digging up the floors in some officials’ houses. It wasn’t hard to guess why.

Early that morning, Guo Gang came over in a panic, "The house by the path to the courtyard was burglarized. Seems like their tickets to Mount Everest were stolen. The woman fainted from crying, and the man is so angry he’s banging his head against the wall, not wanting to live. Should we increase the guards and patrols?"

Since their group had more tickets, it was easy for outsiders to target them. The reason they hadn’t been attacked first might have been because they seemed like a united and tough group, especially since they patrolled at night.

Now Guo Gang’s concerns were something Gu Pan and the others could understand. This was only the beginning. As time went on, people would become more desperate.

But Gu Pan knew the tickets were safe in her "Space"; unless they kidnapped her, and even then, they’d have to see if she was willing to hand over the tickets. Without that, no outsider would ever find them.

"There’s no need to be so nervous; no one can find where they’re hidden. Rest assured," Gu Pan confidently assured them.

Although Guo Gang trusted them, the stakes were too high, so he still said, "I just have a feeling someone is watching us, it’s making me anxious."

During the conversation, Chen Shaonan also came over, his tone uneasy, "I couldn’t sleep last night, feeling like someone was spying on us outside the window."

Seeing everyone so tense, Gu Pan thought about how her own peace of mind came from having a secure hiding place for the tickets—but the others didn’t know that. To reassure everyone, it made sense for them to take turns guarding their turf, in line with the current situation.

With their plentiful food and water supplies, including strawberries and melons, everyone would feel more secure with a guarding rotation.

"Let’s set up a schedule, taking turns to guard the place. That way, those off duty can sleep more soundly," she suggested.

Lu Ruisheng agreed, "Let’s discuss and arrange the shifts."

The group began to draft a patrol schedule on paper.

Once done, they decided to post the duty roster in the corridor between Squad Leader Fang and Feng Zhekai’s homes—a central spot within this tight-knit group—making it convenient for everyone to check it.

They would change guards every six hours, with two people per shift, both day and night. After all, with time pressing, many were tempted to steal, not just because of sheerr desperation but also out of fear of crime gone wrong and losing their lives.

While they were talking, Meng Meng came running in a frenzy, "Trouble! Some thief entered our house, and I knocked him out. You better come and take a look."

Before it wasn’t a big concern, but now everyone was on edge. But they couldn’t all go in case it was a diversion. So, Lu Ruisheng stayed to watch over the homes, while Gu Pan joined Cheng Yang and Chen Shaonan to go check. Each family left at least one person behind, with the rest accompanying Guo Gang to his home.

Arriving, they saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground with a bloodstain on his head, and a baseball bat nearby—likely what Meng Meng had used to ambush him.

The man, covering half of his face, sat up clutching his head, "Why did you hit me? I just came to ask something."

Meng Meng hastily argued, "I saw you rummaging through our cabinets. People asking questions don’t break into others’ houses and search."

Gu Pan sneered, "You, with a covered face, come to ask for directions? Are you the fool, or do you think others are?"

The man had been watching their homes for days, waiting for the right moment when no adults were around. He made his move with a telescope, watching the men leave before attempting to sneak in, only to be caught off-guard by the child.

He dropped the pretense, defiantly, "You rich people, officials’ relatives, why do you deserve tickets to Mount Everest? Why do you have a chance to survive while we don’t? Yes, I came to steal, so what? Turn me over to the base, and I’d like to ask those big officials why."

Gu Pan frowned at the man, "How do you know we have tickets?"

He scoffed, "How could relatives of the Base Commander not have them? Don’t think we, the masses, don’t know anything."

Gu Pan laughed, "So you say we have tickets. Did you find them?"

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