The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies-Chapter 315 - 314 Indifference is also an accomplice

Mi Guoyuan and Zhong Zimo, on a blustery snowy night, quietly prepared to leave D City.

The first ones to evacuate were the women.

Zhong Zimo, with the beauties he had carefully selected, took to the Xiang D Highway first.

Mi Guoyuan packed up, ready to leave.

Eighth Uncle squatted in the snow beside him, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and remarked,

"All those beautiful women are gone..."

They were very beautiful women, with looks and figures that were absolutely top-notch; before the apocalypse, they were either internet celebrities or stars.

It must be said, though Zhong Zimo and Mi Guoyuan were worthless in many ways, their eye for selecting women was quite unique.

A clearing crew member beside spat:

"What’s the use of beauty? Nowadays, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous it is."

All the clearing crew knew that Zhong Zimo’s women were reserved for offering to the Garrison or to Superpower Users.

This wasn’t a very ethical thing.

But in the apocalypse, it was the best outcome for these beautiful women.

And these women were willing themselves.

No one had any reason to drive them away.

They were not noisy or troublesome, even looking forward with great anticipation to snagging a high-ranking person in the Garrison or a Superpower User.

A group of clearing crew, only able to look but not touch, crouched in a row, sighing.

Then Gong Yi, leading the Garrison, came out of D City and stopped Mi Guoyuan who was just about to leave.

Gong Yi, dressed in the Garrison uniform, with a black coat over it.

At that moment, the medals on his Garrison cap shone brightly.

His eyes were as sharp as if carved by a knife, filled with an edge.

He dropped the pistol in his hand at Mi Guoyuan’s feet and said,

"What is the relationship between this pistol and you?"

How could Qin Xiaolan, a meat vendor, possibly have a gun?

Not only was Hua Mi strictly controlling firearms, but even Gong Yi was also strictly preventing the proliferation of firearms.

Now, it was essential to control this matter.

But Gong Yi also knew that times were tough, and although some people were outwardly docile, they were actually deceitful.

Many people were secretly trading guns and ammunition.

Not in large quantities, but they existed.

They always had endless ways and means to get these things.

As long as there was money, lots of money, there was a market for this stuff.

But was Qin Xiaolan rich? A woman who lived by selling meat, no matter how much money she had, it wouldn’t be enough to buy a gun.

Mi Guoyuan looked at the pistol at his feet, his heart sank for a moment, and he thought bitterly to himself.

Why did he let Zhong Zimo leave first?

Everything was planned and executed by Zhong Zimo, but Mi Guoyuan was left here.

"What, where did this come from?"

Before Mi Guoyuan could finish speaking, the next instant, his throat seemed to be clasped by an invisible hand.

What was terrifying was that the invisible hand lifted him high off the ground.

Mi Guoyuan’s feet even left the ground.

Suspended, he struggled, his feet kicking wildly in the air, his entire face swelling to the color of liver,

"Let... let go... it has nothing... to do with me... it was, Zhong Zimo..."

Gong Yi’s voice was cold,

"Tell me, what’s this about?"

He actually didn’t have any evidence to prove that this gun was given to Qin Xiaolan by Zhong Zimo and Mi Guoyuan.

Today’s outing from D City was purely to bluff Mi Guoyuan.

Who would have thought it really was a trick by Zhong Zimo?

The suspended Mi Guoyuan fell directly onto the snowy ground, lacking even the strength to stand up.

Once he got fresh air, all he could do was desperately breathe.

It felt as though a dried-up fish had finally returned to the sea.

Gong Yi, with his posture erect, took two steps forward.

His patience had been wearing thin lately, and if Mi Guoyuan didn’t speak up, he would have kicked him away without hesitation.

Sensing the danger, Mi Guoyuan, lying in the snow, began to cough while speaking about Zhong Zimo buying guns for Qin Xiaolan.

"Where did Zhong Zimo go?" Gong Yi asked, looking down with a cold voice.

This Zhong Zimo was really something—he never would have guessed that a secretary could be so bold.

Could a normal person really bring themselves to strike down a pregnant woman?

Retreating two steps as he lay there, Mi Guoyuan seemed to think this would somehow make him less at risk.

He spoke in fits and starts about Zhong Zimo getting on the highway to head to E City to seek refuge with the "boss."

A cold smirk played on the corners of Gong Yi’s mouth,

"E City, you’ve run quite a distance."

E City lies in the direction of A City.

D City and A City—one to the north, the other to the west.

It showed just how sly the "boss" was.

Everyone thought that the "boss" should be in D City or had gone further north to H City.

But he wasn’t there; he was in E City, which is to the west of A City.

And the boss mentioned by Mi Guoyuan was likely Chen Hu.

But in truth, Mi Guoyuan didn’t actually know who the so-called "boss" was.

All he knew was that his immediate former superior, Zhang Jifeng, wasn’t the top leader inside the D City administrative building.

In fact, Zhang Jifeng was answering to someone else, whom he called "boss."

Brother Monkey and all those women had been sent to D City by this "boss."

"I’ve told you everything, let me go now, please let me leave."

Mi Guoyuan was scared to death, sitting up trembling, his eyes filled with hope as he gazed at Gong Yi.

He believed there was a good chance he could survive.

The Garrison was strictly disciplined and did not kill lightly.

Without conclusive evidence, Gong Yi wouldn’t arbitrarily take anyone’s life.

So, although fearful, Mi Guoyuan wasn’t worried about his life.

He had it all planned out; once he left D City, he would immediately head to E City to join the "boss."

If it wasn’t absolutely necessary, he never wanted to cross paths with the Garrison again,

Especially Gong Yi.

Gong Yi, standing before him, was contemplating with a furrowed brow and pursed lips.

His sharp eyes were deep in serious thought.

The Garrison’s discipline sure didn’t permit the wanton taking of life.

But...was keeping someone like Mi Guoyuan around really better for the survivors?

He seemed not to have committed any heinous crimes; while in the administrative building, he hadn’t killed anyone, nor had he led any significant conspiracies.

In fact, he was left at the gates of D City because of Zhong Zimo’s insistence.

He just watched.

Watched Brother Monkey and the rest lure one tragic woman after another into the administrative building.

Watched the managers Zhong Zimo brought to D City get killed by Zhang Jifeng.

Watched Zhong Zimo hint to Qin Xiaolan to provoke Hua Mi.

Even saw Zhong Zimo provide Qin Xiaolan with a gun to help her kill a woman six months pregnant.

Did Mi Guoyuan deserve to die?

Mi Guoyuan, lying on the snowy ground, saw that Gong Yi remained silent. He got up, turned around, and started to run towards the highway.

Gong Yi took two steps forward, his fingers slightly lifted, and Mi Guoyuan, who had run several meters away, was once again hanging in midair.

His hands clutched at his throat as a choking sensation overtook him, disbelief filling Mi Guoyuan’s eyes.

"Indifference is also a form of complicity."

Gong Yi had pondered for a long time—Mi Guoyuan was guilty.

His repeated indifferent spectating amounted to abetting tyranny.