Forty-nine rules of the end times

Chapter 55 Chaos and Purchasing

"Woo-wah-woo ...

The piercing sirens of the ambulance echoed along the main road as it pulled up in front of the Limei Hotel.

Several medical staff members wearing heavy windproof winter coats, non-slip shoes, and goggles got out of the car and looked towards the hotel entrance.

A circular ice wall, more than four meters high, stood against the hotel steps, completely sealing off the entrance and making it impossible to enter or exit.

The medical staff looked at each other, wondering what was going on, when they suddenly heard shouts coming from above.

"Hey, over here! Over here!"

They looked up at the sound and saw some people standing at the third-floor window, waving down.

A medical worker shouted, "What's going on?"

A voice shouted from the third-floor window: "The hotel's glass door is broken, we can't clear it all, and the snow wall is blocking the way!"

Another person poked their head out and complained, "Why did it take you so long to come? Do you know how many people have died here from this disease?!"

"We don't have enough manpower!" the medical staff shouted. "There are just too many people calling for medical help in the city every day; we simply can't keep up!"

Another medical worker asked, "Are there any other patients inside who need emergency care?"

"There are several! We'll wrap them in bed sheets and lower them down!"

Then, the people on the third floor busied themselves, using more than a dozen thick bed sheets to tie up ropes, wrapping several patients around them, and slowly lowering them down from the window.

Several medical staff caught the person and immediately took them to the ambulance. At that moment, someone on the third floor shouted, "We've been without water for ten days! Is anyone going to do anything about this?!"

"This is not our responsibility. You should call the Emergency Management Bureau!"

The ambulance drove away quickly, leaving the crowd on the third floor cursing loudly.

Meanwhile, the ground floor of the hotel lobby was littered with trash.

Food bags, empty water bottles, and even some disgusting traces of what appeared to be vomit and excrement.

The hotel's water supply has been cut off since June 9th, and it hasn't been restored yet, even after ten days. It's estimated that it won't be restored before the regulations end.

In the past ten days, the hotel's hundreds of staff have used up all the stored water. Although the logistics department delivered supplies once, it only provided drinking water and food necessary for survival.

Due to the continuous heavy snow, not only are ordinary people's lives severely affected, but many factories that consume large amounts of water have also inevitably had to shut down.

At times like these, the Ministry of Food and Water Resources must carefully manage its resources and not distribute food and water to tens of millions of people in the city.

This meant that while the people staying in the hotel weren't dying of thirst or hunger, that was about it. There wasn't enough water to wash their hair or take a bath, and they couldn't even flush the toilet after the water supply was cut off.

If you live in the wild, you can just find a place to relieve yourself and then bury it in the snow afterwards.

But in a hotel that houses hundreds of people, you can imagine what would happen if the toilet couldn't flush.

For the sake of their meager dignity, people each took a bunch of plastic bags. After urinating or defecating in them, they sealed the plastic bags and threw them all into the hotel's swimming pool.

Even so, as time went on, and with most of the windows sealed shut by heavy snow, the smell inside the hotel was unimaginable, leaving many people exhausted and distressed.

Moreover, the problem of sick people has not been resolved. Ten days ago, a large number of people fell ill, and several people died in the past ten days.

Some suggested throwing the bodies outside the hotel, but this was strongly opposed. In the end, all the bodies were moved into a large guest room and stored together.

Low temperatures do come in handy at this point, preventing the body from decomposing for a short period, which is a rare benefit.

Otherwise, if the corpses decompose in a few days, everyone in the enclosed space of the hotel will have to worry about the spread of disease.

Three more days passed, and on the 22nd, after another power outage at the hotel, a large-scale disturbance broke out in the lobby.

"The power's out again! Damn it! We're freezing to death!!!"

"Damn the Emergency Management Bureau! Those bastards must be living comfortably in air-conditioned rooms with air conditioning on 24/7!"

"It's already minus 20 or 30 degrees Celsius indoors. Wouldn't cutting off the power at this time kill us?!"

After days of suffering from illness, water and power outages, and freezing temperatures that prevented them from getting a full night's sleep, the crowd finally broke down and began shouting and making a scene.

A young man in his twenties, as if he had gone mad, grabbed a plastic stool, rushed to the hotel entrance, and began smashing it against the snow wall.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

Seeing that many people were on the verge of losing control, the armed squad members who had been sleeping on makeshift beds in a corner of the hotel could no longer sit still and all stood up. The captain shouted, "Everyone, calm down!"

"Calm down, you idiot!" the young man who was smashing the snow wall with a stool shouted as he turned around.

The captain's face darkened: "What did you say? Say it again!"

"Calm down, you son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! You think you're so great just because you have a gun? If you're so capable, shoot me dead! Shoot me dead, ahhhhh!"

The young man roared and charged at the armed squad leader, brandishing a plastic stool. The squad members were shocked and all raised their guns. The captain hurriedly said, "Don't shoot!"

After he finished speaking, he waited until the crazed youth ran close before delivering a precise and powerful hook punch, knocking him to the ground. He then pressed his knee firmly into the youth's abdomen, preventing him from getting up. "Aaaaaaah!"

The young man struggled frantically, grabbing wildly with both hands. Left with no other choice, the captain had to deliver a hard blow to the young man's chest with the butt of his rifle!

"Be honest with me!"

The young man was hit hard in the chest and immediately grimaced in pain.

The captain thought he had successfully suppressed the attack and had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard a teammate exclaim in surprise.

"Captain, be careful!"

Ok? !

The captain looked down sharply and saw that the young man he had pinned to the ground had suddenly produced a baton in his hand and swung it upwards, striking the captain squarely in the face.

It's a tool for using mental power!

"team leader?!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Upon hearing the gunshot, the captain, who had just taken a solid blow from the baton, ignored the pain and the blood flowing from his forehead and looked down.

Several bullet holes appeared on the young man's face, and blood began to gush out. His psychic weapon, the baton, also dissipated with the death of its wielder.

The captain looked at the soldier who had fired the shot, who said matter-of-factly, "He threatened the captain's life, and I believe it was necessary to kill him!"

"……Um!"

The captain nodded, clutching his forehead wound, and suddenly noticed the hall was deathly silent. Turning his head, he saw that the previously noisy crowd had fallen completely silent after the young man was killed; everyone was stunned.

The captain took a deep breath and warned loudly, "Listen up, everyone! The rule period ends in just a few days. Anyone who engages in any dangerous behavior will be dealt with severely!"

……

Unlike the volatile situation in the city, Guan Tong was currently staying in his camp at the foot of the mountain, seemingly detached from worldly affairs.

He calmly finished writing the last stroke on the second page of the wordless book, watching the words transform into data streams flowing into his body, and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Finally, I've saved enough. My personal terminal."

Name: Guan Tong

Nickname: Shadow

Title: Lawkeeper

[Mental Strength: 75 (121)]

[Ascended Coins: 100 (30 bound)]

Overall Bioinformatics Evaluation: Excellent

In less than twenty days, his mental strength limit increased by 2 points, reaching a total of 121 points. With eleven days remaining in the rule's effective period, and at the current rate of increasing by 1 point every 8 days, he should be able to reach the limit of 123 points after the rule ends.

And through his tireless crafting, he finally accumulated enough Ascension Coins.

He opened the Ascendant Shop and bought the Multi-Terrain Marching Boots for 100 coins.

Like the [Thermostatic Technology Underwear], the boots can be customized in appearance. Guan Tong didn't want them to be too conspicuous, so she set their appearance to that of a pair of ordinary shoes.

After changing, he immediately went out of the camp and walked onto the snow layer through a "snow step" he had dug out by the side of the camp path.

We really had to dig these steps, since although the snow on Mingdao Mountain was lighter, it was still falling continuously, 24 hours a day. After nearly twenty days, the snow on both sides of the path had accumulated to more than two meters high, and it would be difficult to go up without digging steps.

At this moment, Guan Tong was running and jumping on the snow wearing these multi-terrain marching boots. She found them to be comfortable, non-slip, and not afraid of getting wet. They were also very light, giving her a "barefoot" feeling, similar to wearing carbon fiber skates. The overall experience was perfect.

"As expected of a product from the terminal, the 100 Ascension Coins were well spent." Guan Tong was very satisfied after testing it for a while. With these boots, he wouldn't have to suffer through drying his shoes by the campfire every night.

After completing the test, he returned to the camp and opened the [Wordless Book]. Looking at the blank second page, even though his Ascension Coins were currently zero, he decided not to mint any more coins for the time being.

"Let's follow the experience of writing 'Guan Tong' on the first page." He planned to write the word "gun" on the second page first, as previously intended, and see the result after the reality was transformed.

If the converted gun isn't the one he wants, then add more words before it. This saves as much time and mental energy as possible, reducing the cost of trial and error.

Furthermore, Guan Tong has not given up on the idea derived from Chen Na's [Perception Domain], namely the attempt at "Shadow Domainization".

During his recent reflections, he came up with a plan to add words to "Guan Tong". Previously, it was "Guan Tong" to "Physical Guan Tong", and this time, he plans to slowly add two more words in front of it, namely "Transformation".

The final result will be "morphing entity pupil".

The reason for adding the word "transformation" is partly based on the concept of domain-based expansion.

On the other hand, if successful, the blurred shadows will also be able to exist in forms other than human. This will allow for more flexible and covert movement and unlock more combat methods.

(End of this chapter)