On a snowy night, Mi Guoyuan and Zhong Ziming quietly prepared to leave D City.
The first to evacuate were the women.
Zhong Ziming, carrying the beauties he had painstakingly selected, first got on the Hunan D Expressway.
Mi Guoyuan packed his things, preparing to leave.
My eighth aunt's husband squatted in the snow, watching with a cigarette dangling from his lips, and sighed.
"Those beautiful women are gone."
They were all very beautiful women, with stunning looks and figures. Before the apocalypse, they would have been either internet celebrities or stars.
It must be said that although Zhong Ziming and Mi Guoyuan are utterly useless, they have a very discerning eye when it comes to choosing women.
A road clearing worker nearby spat:
"What's the use of being pretty? These days, the prettier a woman is, the more dangerous she is."
All the clearing workers knew that Zhong Ziming's group of women were to be kept and offered to the garrison or to those with supernatural abilities.
This is not a very ethical thing to do.
But in the apocalypse, it was the best way out for these beautiful women.
Moreover, these women themselves were willing.
No one has any reason to drive them away.
They were quiet and even hoped to get close to a high-ranking officer in the garrison or a person with superpowers.
A group of road clearing workers, whom you can only look at but not touch, squatted in a row, sighing with emotion.
Then, Gong Yi led the garrison out of D City and stopped Mi Guoyuan, who was about to leave.
Gong Yi was wearing a garrison uniform with a black overcoat over it.
At this moment, the medals on the garrison cap gleamed.
His eyes were sharp and piercing, as if carved by a knife.
He threw the pistol he was holding at the feet of the American man and said,
"What does this pistol have to do with you?"
How could Qin Xiaolan, a butcher, possibly have a gun?
Not only is Hua Mi strictly controlling guns, but Gong Yi is also strictly controlling the proliferation of guns under his command.
We must now restrain this thing.
But Gong Yi also knew that the world was in a bad state, and some people, though outwardly respectful, were actually two-faced.
Many people are buying and selling guns and ammunition privately.
There aren't many, but they exist.
They always have endless ways and means to get these things.
As long as there's money, lots and lots of money, there will be a market for this thing.
But does Qin Xiaolan have money? A woman who makes a living by selling her body, no matter how much money she has, wouldn't have enough to buy a gun.
When Mi Guoyuan saw the pistol at his feet, he felt a momentary pang of guilt and silently cursed himself.
Why did you let Zhong Ziming leave first?
Everything was planned and implemented by Zhong Ziming, but in the end, Mi Guoyuan stayed here.
"Where did this come from?"
Before Mi Guoyuan could finish speaking, his throat felt as if it had been gripped by an invisible hand.
What's terrifying is that an invisible hand lifted him high up.
Mi Guoyuan's feet even left the ground.
He struggled in mid-air, his legs kicking wildly, his face turning a deep purplish-red.
"Letting go is none of my business, yes, Zhong Ziming."
Gong Yi's voice was icy cold.
"Tell me, what happened?"
He actually had no evidence to prove that the gun was given to Qin Xiaolan by Zhong Ziming and Mi Guoyuan.
I left D City today purely to bluff my way out of America.
Little did they know, it really was Zhong Ziming who was behind it all.
The suspended American Yuan fell directly onto the snow, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Once you get fresh air, all you can do is desperately breathe.
It's like a dried-up fish returning to the sea.
Gong Yi, with his posture upright, took two steps forward.
He's been losing his patience lately, and if Mi Guoyuan doesn't speak up, he'll just kick him away.
Realizing the danger, Mi Guoyuan lay on the snow, coughing as he talked about Zhong Ziming buying guns for Qin Xiaolan.
"Where did Zhong Ziming go?" Gong Yi asked coldly, his eyes lowered.
This Zhong Ziming, I really didn't expect a secretary to be so bold.
Killing a pregnant woman is something a normal person could do.
Mi Guoyuan crawled back two steps, as if doing so would make him less dangerous.
He recounted, in fits and starts, how Zhong Ziming got on the highway and was heading to City E to seek refuge with his "boss".
Gong Yi smirked coldly.
"E City, you guys have come all this way."
E City, heading towards A City.
D City is located to the north, and A City is located to the west.
This shows how cunning the "boss" is.
Everyone assumed that the "boss" was either in D City or had gone to H City further north.
He didn't; he was in city E, west of city A.
And the boss that Mi Guoyuan mentioned, I'd guess, is Chen Hu.
But in fact, Mi Guoyuan didn't know who the so-called "boss" was either.
All he knew was that his former boss, Zhang Jifeng, was not the highest-ranking person in the D City management building.
In fact, there is someone behind Zhang Jifeng, whom Zhang Jifeng refers to as "the boss".
Monkey King and those women were all sent to City D by this "boss".
"I've said everything. Let me go, let me leave."
Mi Guoyuan was terrified. He sat up tremblingly, looking at Gong Yi with hopeful eyes.
He believed he had a very good chance of surviving.
The garrison is strictly disciplined and will not kill people easily.
Gong Yi would not take anyone's life without solid evidence.
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