The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies-Chapter 283 - 282 Absolutely not allow the existence of traitors

Zhou Cheng stumbled back to the supply warehouse.

He saw the large group of garrison still standing in place, who hadn’t teleported away at all.

In that moment, Zhou Cheng was so angry that his rage seemed to burst from his crown. He yelled at those garrison members,

"Why aren’t you leaving? Didn’t I give you those ’fly, fly, fly’ tickets? Why are you not leaving? Are you staying behind to seek death?"

He was absolutely furious.

Such a big stack of ’fly, fly, fly’ tickets, each person could’ve had several, so why were they all still here?

Where were the tickets?

On the ground, Zhou Cheng found scattered Teleportation Tickets for the Tomson Superior Villa District.

He was hopping mad,

"The tickets fell, didn’t they? Can’t you pick them up? Must you wait for me to come back and pick them up for you?"

A platoon leader carefully stepped forward,

"Commander, you didn’t order us to leave; we are ready to fight at any moment."

He was holding a white phosphorus bomb.

Because there was no clear order specifying who should leave and who should stay.

What everyone heard was Sister Hua saying earlier, "Leave a few who are agile."

They, believing in their agility from years of garrison training, thought they should stay and get ready for battle.

The only one who left did so out of curiosity, mistakenly ripping the Teleportation Ticket in his possession.

"Where are your brains?"

Zhou Cheng, his eyes turning red with anger, grabbed one of the garrison members in front of him and stuffed a handful of tickets into his arms,

"Hurry up and roll out, get out, out, out!"

He was actually holding a glimmer of hope.

Hua Mi had told him to check who was injured, who had been infected by the zombie poison.

So, if his subordinates from the garrison had all flown to the Tomson Superior Villa District, it would be harder for him to search.

Could it be that this would avoid having to personally behead these garrison guys?

As it turned out, only one had been foolish enough to leave.

What were they staying for? To wait and find out they were infected and then get beheaded?

The innocently scolded young garrison member, pale-faced, watched Zhou Cheng in his fury.

But Zhou Cheng let him go and, a man nine feet tall, squatted on the ground in front of everyone, hugging his head and beginning to sob.

A bunch of big, idiotic fools.

So stupid it was unbelievable.

So stupid it was unbelievable.

Hua Mi standing behind Zhou Cheng, turned to look at Gong Yi.

Gong Yi’s face was rigid, and there was a layer of moisture in his eyes.

Probably only the garrison commander could understand the despair Zhou Cheng was feeling at that moment.

Hua Mi reached out a hand and took Gong Yi’s, in a low and cruel voice, said,

"You too must order your garrison to check themselves. Anyone who shows signs of abnormality must be immediately isolated to prevent zombification."

Gong Yi pursed his lips, turned his back, and his silhouette looked heavy.

Hua Mi advised:

"You are garrison. Only if the garrison squads hold firm can we better maintain this last line of defense for humanity."

"If all of your garrison turn into zombies, the survivors will truly become disordered."

She hoped that Gong Yi would understand.

Because in her past life, the garrison with their noble sentiments were quickly worn down by natural disasters and human calamities.

And the survivors left behind completely lost their sense of order.

The chaos caused by Chen Hu was just a very typical example; there were plenty of people much worse than him.

In fact, looking back now, Chen Hu’s rise to power wasn’t all that impressive.

He had been continuously suppressed by Gong Yi, constantly weakening his own forces and material reserves.

Until now, Chen Hu could only huddle in a corner of the world, not daring to even show his head.

So, little devils need to be constrained by strong rules and order, to prevent them from becoming a major threat in the future.

Gong Yi finally nodded. He took out his phone and made calls to Cao Feng, Tang You, Fang Yuqi, Liu Shengyuan...

He explained the situation to them and then requested that they start self-examination and self-correction within their own teams.

Zhou Cheng, who was up ahead, stopped crying after a while, no longer needing Gong Yi to console him.

He wiped the tears from his face, started to organize his team, measuring their temperatures one by one, and asked them to report any wounds and if they had been in close contact with zombies.

In the end, groups of ten were formed into squads, on high alert, ready to report and isolate anyone who seemed off.

The garrison members gradually understood the severity of the situation and were very self-disciplined, not making a fuss or even raising an objection.

This was true for both Zhou Cheng’s and Gong Yi’s subordinates.

As night fell, Gong Yi extended his spiritual power, searching the surrounding 500 meters.

There were no signs of other zombies.

He looked at Hua Mi without speaking.

Hua Mi took the initiative to say,

"Go to D city. It looks like there are more zombies in D city than in other places."

Nobody knew the situation in D city, but according to the information received from Qin Zhen, D city had many Superpower Users with extraordinary strength.

The emergence of zombies and Superpower Users was linked.

If several Superpower Users appeared in the same place, it meant there were more zombies there.

Not going to D city would be out of the question.

Gong Yi stood in the snowy wind, lips moving slightly.

Finally, he rested his hand on Hua Mi’s belly,

"It’s been almost 6 months, hasn’t it?"

Time flew by so fast, it felt like his amorous night with Hua Mi was just yesterday.

Hua Mi nodded, thinking Gong Yi was about to get sentimental again.

Instead, Gong Yi only raised his hand, patted Hua Mi on the head, and turned to walk into the blizzard.

Meanwhile, on the Xiang D Highway, Vasily and his remaining hitmen were searching for his brother.

Since escaping death at the hands of Liu Shengyuan, Vasily and the assassins had been waiting for the opportunity to hijack a convoy of supplies and take their revenge.

But whether due to bad luck or Hua Mi’s caution,

They had laid in wait on the Xiang C Highway for several days to no avail, not spotting a single supply vehicle.

Perhaps because C city had been buried in snow, the supply vehicles no longer traveled to C city.

Therefore, Vasily decided to change routes and ambush supply vehicles somewhere else.

Wasn’t the Xiang D Highway now clear?

As they inquired along the way, they couldn’t find out any information about the supply vehicles; however, they did gather information on their brother with the scorpion tattoo on his neck.

It was said that someone had seen him.

A hitman whispered,

"Boss, if Babu has already come out of the supply depot, why hasn’t he come to find us?"

This was also a mystery to Vasily.

They were part of an organization, and even if only a few of them remained, their solidarity had always been strong.

Vasily’s gaze suddenly became sharp, filled with a cold murderous intent,

"Our organization will never tolerate the existence of traitors."

They discussed on the spot and continued towards D city.

Another hitman was very curious,

"Why are there so few people setting up stalls on the Xiang D Highway?"