Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies-Chapter 66 - : The Ploy of Self-Injury

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: The Ploy of Self-Injury

Sun Jingtao’s point was not without reason.

In the crowd at the scene, except for Ye Qing, who was still in college, everyone else was a seasoned veteran in the working world and life, well-versed in the basic social graces and tact.

And they were well aware that the girl from 3201 had a gun on her, although they did not know how she had acquired it.

But at least if they could use today’s opportunity to build a relationship, it was possible that they might have a powerful backer in the future.

Tian Jiliang was a smart man and was the first to see which way the wind was blowing, taking the lead in saying:

“Then let’s take out Miss Jiang’s portion first. Brother Tao, we will follow your arrangements.”

One must admit, he knew how to talk.

While giving Sun Jingtao high praise, he also made sure to assert his status as the leader among the others.

With him taking this stance, the others had no choice but to follow suit, “Yes, let’s follow Brother Tao’s lead!”

Sun Jingtao nodded his head.

Without further ado, the group stood up, separated out Jiang Yan’s supplies, and placed them aside before beginning to open the boxes and redistribute the supplies again.

“Honey, Xiao Ye and I found some supplies that can be used to bundle and transport these items. There are also five dried-up paint cans, which can be used if needed,” Su Dai said as she and Ye Qing came out of a small bedroom with several large rolls of unopened electric wire, electrical tape, and a stack of snake-skin bags used for construction waste.

The house in which Liu Dahong and the others were hiding their supplies most likely belonged to a homeowner who was remodeling their second dwelling but wasn’t at home.

The house was empty.

In one of the small bedrooms, there were piles of electric wires, plasterboards, putty powder, paint cans, paintbrushes, and so on.

When everyone was discussing the distribution of supplies earlier, Su Dai and Ye Qing did not participate and went to search other rooms for usable supplies instead.

After all, when they had come down earlier, everyone’s mind was focused on finding supplies quickly.

The matter of how to transport the supplies back had not crossed anyone’s mind.

Now that the power was out, it wasn’t a big problem for those living on lower floors like the 17th.

But for those like Sun Jingtao and Su Dai, who lived on the top floor, even a single trip to transport the items was no small feat.

The supplies, when divided, were not too much or too heavy, but the difficulty lay in their scattered nature.

Items like White Sugar obviously needed to be unpacked and redistributed by the bag.

Moreover, the earlier “violent confrontation” with Liu Dahong and his group had drained too much of their strength.

Now they were all hungry, and without proper tools, it was truly difficult to handle.

Now with electric wires and snake-skin bags, bundling all the supplies together would facilitate transportation quite a bit.

It would also be less conspicuous.

As for the electrical tape, the high temperatures earlier likely damaged the adhesive inside, reducing its stickiness, but it could still be used as rope.

“Yes, thank you, wife,” Sun Jingtao said to Su Dai. With other people around, he did not call her “baby” as he usually would, instead opting for a different term of endearment.

The supplies were quickly divided.

Some people had just received their share and couldn’t wait to rip open a bottle of mineral water to take a big gulp.

They actually wanted to drink it all in one go, but they also knew the scarcity and importance of clean water.

They had to ration it.

The supplies for everyone were finally bundled and packed.

Jiang Yan’s share was to be transported by Sun Jingtao, who lived on the same floor.

Tian Jiliang, who lived on the 29th floor, volunteered to help him carry it.

To say he wanted to help was one thing, but everyone knew it was more about monitoring him.

They were also afraid that he would keep Jiang Yan’s considerable share of supplies, which could amount to two or three times theirs, for himself.

The group walked out, their faces flushed with excitement and joy, carrying their shares on their shoulders and in their hands.

Tian Jiliang, leading the group, had barely taken two steps when he suddenly stopped short, “What?”

He set down the mineral water he was carrying in his right hand, adjusted his glasses, thinking he might be seeing things.

One of the temples of his gold-rimmed glasses had broken during the earlier chaos, and he hadn’t had the chance to fix them. Now, every few steps, he had to reach up to adjust them.

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“What’s wrong?” Sun Jingtao asked, stepping forward and taking a quiet breath.

The fire escape door in front of the stairwell was blocked by a group of people.

To be accurate, it was a group of elderly and children sitting on the cold tiled floor.

They ranged from three or four years old to their seventies.

Most of them were familiar faces.

Before the disaster struck, they would have warmly greeted each other in the community.

They were also considered to have better resistance.

The weaker ones had mostly perished during the previous high temperatures.

Behind these elderly and children, the fire escape door, which originally stood open, was now tightly closed.

Seeing the group of people coming out of room 1704 with food and water, those behind the door blinked nervously but soon their eyes lit up.

The nervousness was due to the sight of the bloody stains on their clothes and the weapons smeared with blood.

The excitement, on the other hand, was unmistakably due to the sight of the exposed food and water.

Two children even swallowed audibly.

“Aunt Ye, Aunt Zhang, what is this—” Tian Jiliang began to speak but was suddenly choked with realization.

Obviously, they had been eyed by someone when their large group had first come down.

It was still pouring rain outside, with lightning and thunder.

They had been silent on the way down the stairs, which should have made their footsteps relatively inaudible.

But likely, the commotion on the 32nd floor earlier had drawn the attention of other homeowners.

Of course, some of them were probably from the 17th floor as well.

So turning their attention to them was not out of the question.

But since they currently had weapons, their neighbors naturally didn’t dare to provoke them rashly.

Thus, they resorted to the ruse of showing weakness.

Ye Qing glanced at everyone, a faint mist forming over her clear eyes.

As the only lady in the team, Su Dai stepped forward with a polite smile, “Uncle, Auntie, we need to go upstairs, could you please let us pass?”

Sun Jingtao was silent, watching without speaking.

His instincts and professional habits told him that in addition to these old people and children, there must be a group of adults as well.

And these adults were undoubtedly hiding behind the fire escape door.

They might not necessarily have weapons.

As Su Dai’s gentle voice fell, those elderly did not move.

“This mountain is my plant; this tree is I who planted it. If you want to pass by here, leave behind a toll,” a three- or four-year-old boy stood up, hands on his hips, and said in a milky voice.

Everyone: “…”

A child of that age couldn’t possibly understand much; it was definitely taught by his parents.

Su Dai was somewhat exasperated and amused, “Little friend, that’s what bandits say. Didn’t your parents tell you that when they taught you the line?”

“Auntie, I’m hungry, I want candy,” the little boy responded, not to her question, but reaching out his thin, dark hand, his gaze firmly fixed on the box of dehydrated fruit in her hands.

The box, square and neat, could not be stuffed into a snake-skin bag.

It was not particularly heavy, so Su Dai had bound it with electrical tape and was carrying it in her hand.

The box’s colorful exterior could be mistaken for a box of candy at a glance.