Rebirth: I Will Win Easily in the Apocalypse-Chapter 39 - 28 Rescue Supplies

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao, at last, were not only there to check for any fish that slipped through the net on the upper floors, but also installed bombs on each level. It was best to let all his sins vanish with him.

It was also because there were no other buildings near this one and no one lived around that the three dared to do such a thing, ensuring they wouldn't harm any innocent people.

The three surviving girls, who had walked quite far, turned around at the sound and witnessed a scene they would never forget. Amidst the flames and dust, the outline of the building blurred, its existence now a memory of the past, a vanished memory.

The three, with tears streaming down their faces, shared a smile before continuing towards home.

Gu Yanzhi and her two companions had also glided far away, watching from a distance as the building full of sin completely disappeared.

The nights in City C were quiet, but the massive roar awoke many who were still in their dreams. The streets soon filled with crowds looking for excitement, breaking the nocturnal calm as many people emerged.

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Gu Yanzhi and her group had to be extra careful and stealthily avoid the crowds on their way back, as their attire was too conspicuous.

Approaching their building, they swapped their shoes for normal snow boots, removed their night vision goggles and masks, covering their faces with scarves, and donned down jackets over their temperature-adjustable coats to blend into the crowd.

Some curious neighbors had also come down to see what was happening and did not think much of Gu Yanzhi and her friends, assuming they had also come to watch and had simply arrived early.

"Sister Yan Zhi, do you know what happened?" Zhang Qian approached and asked proactively when she saw Gu Yanzhi and her friends emerge from the crowd.

"We don't know either, we only heard that it seems a building collapsed," Gu Yanzhi replied with a puzzled face, pretending she had just heard the discussions.

The collapse of the building happened in an instant. Few saw the scene as it fell, with most people only witnessing rolling smoke, like a dust storm blanketing the sky, rising high.

People gathered at the bottom of their building and discussed for a while, and as the smoke gradually dissipated, everyone went back home to continue resting.

Gu Yanzhi and her companions had left at one in the morning and reached home as dawn was breaking. Having also rested late the previous day, they were both tired and sleepy.

Without bothering to eat, they washed up and succumbed to slumber.

When they next awoke, it was due to the urgent knocking on the door.

"Who's there, so annoying," Gu Yanzhi muttered, rolling over and covering her head with the blanket to continue sleeping.

"You keep sleeping, I'll go take a look," Song Zhao, also awakened by the knocking, reassured Gu Yanzhi with a pat and got out of bed to dress and go out.

Upon leaving the room, the temperature in the living room was much lower than in the bedroom.

To avoid suspicions should someone come suddenly, Gu Yanzhi and her group only had the heating turned on in the two bedrooms and the study. They also moved their eating and chatting activities to the study.

However, as the heat from the few rooms with the heating on diffused, the living room was still much warmer than outside.

As soon as Song Zhao opened the door, the cold air from outside hit her face. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself, and the sleepiness in her brain cleared instantly.

"Uncle Zhang, is there something you need?" The person knocking was Uncle Zhang, who now wore a joyful expression as if bearing good news.

"Xiao Song, the government rescue has arrived today," Uncle Zhang said as soon as he spoke, delivering good news indeed.

"In the afternoon, make sure you bring your ID or some other form of identification that can prove your identity, and you can go to the Songshan District Government to collect supplies," Uncle Zhang said with an unbroken smile on his face, the long-awaited government aid had finally arrived after more than two months.

"Don't forget this afternoon, the whole family needs to go. They're distributing supplies based on headcount, and there will also be a population registration. We'll meet downstairs at 1 o'clock and go together to look out for each other. You go on with what you're doing; I'll go and inform the others."

Having said that, Uncle Zhang left, and Song Zhao tried to interject with thanks but couldn't do so swiftly enough; even Uncle Zhang's brisk retreat reflected his good mood.

"Who is it~" Hearing the sound of Song Zhao undressing, Gu Yanzhi asked groggily, and Song Zhao quietly told her about Uncle Zhang's message regarding the collection of supplies in the afternoon.

Gu Yanzhi responded with an "Oh" and fell back asleep.

Song Zhao set the alarm for 12 o'clock and lay back in bed, pulling Gu Yanzhi into his arms to continue sleeping.

At 12 o'clock, the alarm went off on time.

Song Zhao and Gu Yanzhi got up and also woke Gu Yanlin. The three of them sat together in the study to have brunch. Having not eaten for almost 18 hours and having spent so much energy during the night, they were all ravenous.

After filling their stomachs, Gu Yanzhi finally had the mind to think that, in her previous life, the government aid had started several days later than it had now, and by the time government departments got involved, Gu Yanzhi had already been imprisoned by Gu Qiang.

Later, after she escaped, she heard that the apocalypse had come so suddenly that City C had no reserve supplies.

Originally, supplies had been dispatched immediately from outside areas, but the entire city of C was enveloped in a huge vortex. It was imperceptible from the inside, but people and things couldn't get in from the outside, and it was said that several attempts to send supplies were swept away by the vortex without a trace.

It was not until the extreme cold came that the vortex disappeared, but by then, the people and supplies that had been sucked in had vanished. In her previous life, because the vortex was up and no contact could be made with the people of City C, the nation had loosened its observations of City C, as the entire country was affected by disasters, and the limited time and energy could only be spent where they could actually reach.

It took several days after the disappearance of the vortex in City C before anyone knew about it, and only then did they hastily send in rescue teams.

This lifetime seemed a little different. The nation believed the letter that Gu Yanzhi had sent out and kept a constant watch on the situation in City C, which allowed the swift entry of relief supplies.

However, Gu Yanzhi had a nagging doubt; since the nation already believed her letter, why hadn't they stockpiled any supplies in City C in advance?

Moreover, in her previous life, she would have seen some City C government officials come out to calm the public's emotions, but this time, they seemed to have disappeared.

In the afternoon, as they were heading out, Gu Yanzhi's question was answered.

At 1 p.m., the residents of Building 10 met on time at the foot of the building. Each family pulled a small cart, and a procession of more than ten people with seven or eight trolleys made their way to the Songshan District Government building, which was extremely eye-catching.

But now, everyone was in a hurry to collect supplies and there were no troublemakers foolish enough to pick a fight.

Along the way, Uncle Zhang shared the news he had acquired that day.

Early in the morning, the government sent people with loudspeakers outside the buildings to call for a representative from each to gather for a meeting. At that time, Gu Yanzhi and the other two were sound asleep and didn't hear the call.

In any case, Building 10's de facto representative was Uncle Zhang, so there was no need to consult others.

The meeting briefly explained why the relief supplies hadn't arrived until today. Originally, City C had an emergency team stationed and relief supplies prepared in advance, but best-laid plans often go awry.

The location chosen for the relief team's base was considered very safe and unaffected by floods, but at the moment the torrential rain struck, the area miraculously collapsed, and at that time, the City C leadership team was there for a meeting, and in an instant, they all perished.