Upon hearing the contents of the note, which had taken an abrupt turn, Mayor Jinbao felt a mixture of joy and heaviness, as if he were dreaming.

Is the food problem solved just like that?

Such a large amount of grain couldn't have entered the city so quietly; there must have been some clues to be found.

He immediately picked up the phone and connected to the military. "Hello? Is this the Director? An unexpected incident just happened... Please investigate the surveillance footage and find out the truth as soon as possible."

I had just hung up the phone when it rang again.

"Hello? Is this Mayor Li? I'm the branch manager of the Jinbao branch of Beijing Bank, I..."

"Your bank was robbed, right? I already know..."

"Uh, how did you know?"

"Because the gold bars are currently in the supplies warehouse." Mayor Li breathed a slight sigh of relief, but remained somewhat skeptical.

He hung up the phone, quickly grabbed his clothes, and went outside.

In the warehouse management center, a group of people looked at the warehouse, which was almost completely filled, and their emotions were quite complicated.

The military has deployed various surveillance cameras but has not detected any large vehicles entering or leaving. However, it is impossible for an ordinary person to fill so many warehouses overnight without alerting anyone, except for those with superpowers.

"I heard that some superhumans have awakened spatial abilities. Could it be that this person happens to have such an ability?" Someone suggested the closest possible solution.

"What about the food that suddenly appeared? Even if he has spatial abilities, he can only store food at most, not take out so many kinds of supplies all at once. If it's true, it's only because he robbed the national treasury."

Everyone fell silent again; it was nothing short of a miracle.

The most urgent task now is to find the people who distributed the food; they must hold a secret, perhaps even the secret to saving humanity.

...

The same thing is gradually happening in many places.

After a bank is robbed, the bank's shelters always receive a large amount of supplies and that ridiculous note.

What's most frustrating is that even with increased manpower, these strange things still happen.

The crowd's feelings were complex, a mixture of anticipation and fear.

Many cities even hoped that the strange superhuman would steal from their city's bank, so that they could obtain a large amount of supplies.

But on the other hand, there is also a deep-seated fear of the unknown surrounding this strange event.

A legend of a chivalrous thief in the apocalypse gradually began to circulate among the people.

"Hey, have you heard? I heard there's a post-apocalyptic thief who specializes in killing zombies, robbing banks, and then exchanging the money for supplies to send over. The food we eat is basically all from this post-apocalyptic thief."

"What?! You believe in all this stuff?!"

"How can I not believe it? If I don't believe in superpowers, how did they come about? Give me a reasonable explanation."

“I’ve heard about it too. It’s true. A husband and wife thieves robbed a bank’s vault and then compensated the bank by putting goods in the warehouse for the corresponding amount of money. My relative works at the warehouse management center. This is absolutely true.”

"Really? There are still more good people in the world."

"They're not exactly good people either. They can make a profit too. I heard that they keep 100 out of every 1,000 gold bars for themselves. That's a huge profit."

"Bah! You unscrupulous merchants, profiting from the national crisis!"

"Yes, a 'shady' merchant!"

"So what if they're 'shady' merchants? Don't we still have to pay them for their work? Besides, food is so scarce in the apocalypse, and gold is practically worthless. I think banks should open their doors wide and offer all their gold bars in exchange for food!"

"What you said makes sense."

Humans are such strange and contradictory creatures.

Among the common people, there are legends of chivalrous thieves in the end times, as well as sayings of cunning merchants in the end times.

But the sentiment of countless mayors is: No matter how high your cut is, come and rob us, we promise we won't resist!