Natural Disaster Strikes: I Stockpiled Billions and Carved My Way Through the Apocalypse

Lin Zhen was so excited that her eyes welled up with tears as she received so many medicines.

He patted Mu Jiuyue's shoulder hard and said, "Thank you, thank you so much. With this batch of medicine, we can finally survive!"

Mu Jiuyue winced as he patted her, then stretched her shoulders and said, "Major General Lin, I have only one request for this batch of medicines."

"you say!"

"It can only be used by your own people, not for disaster relief," Mu Jiuyue said seriously. "Unless you choose to join the army immediately after being rescued, it will not be given to you. Can you do that?"

Lin Zhen paused for a moment, then asked, "May I ask why?"

"Want to know?" Mu Jiuyue smiled mischievously.

Lin Zhen nodded.

"Then change into some ordinary clothes, preferably tattered ones, and come with me," Mu Jiuyue said. "I've already told Wei Lie to change his clothes and he's waiting for us at the door."

Lin Zhen didn't know what Mu Jiuyue was up to, but Mu Jiuyue was now a god of wealth, and naturally, he would obey any orders given by the god of wealth.

Lin Zhen immediately changed into a coat with several slits and rough stitching and came out.

Mu Jiuyue examined him carefully and felt that Lin Zhen's eyebrows were still too heroic, so she took out her cosmetics and applied them simply, instantly creating a sickly appearance.

"Let's go." Mu Jiuyue left the camp with Lin Zhen and met up with Wei Lie at the gate.

Wei Lie had also changed his clothes, and the frostbite on his face was from patches.

It looks quite realistic.

"Where are we going?" Wei Lie asked.

"Don't open your mouth when you get there, just follow me," Mu Jiuyue instructed.

Wei Lie and Lin Zhen exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

As Mu Jiuyue walked, she applied frostbite patches to her face, neck, and even the backs of her hands.

Lin Zhen saw this and stretched out his hand, letting Mu Jiuyue apply it to him.

By the time they reached the entrance of the shelter, the three of them had already formed a small homeless group.

"Go, go, go, go line up over there." Someone saw them and directed the three of them to join a long queue: "Those who want to enter the high-class apartments of the shelter can come in early if each person has 20 jin of refined rations or 150 jin of coarse rations. Those without supplies should obediently line up at the back, understand?"

"I heard you," a few people in the crowd replied.

A few people with supplies stepped out of the line, hunching over and bowing, trying to cut in line.

Those without supplies shivered from the cold as they slowly moved forward to join the queue.

As they were patting, someone suddenly collapsed to the ground and didn't make a sound.

Whether it was the people at the shelter or those in line, they all glanced at it indifferently and then continued with their work as if nothing had happened.

Someone came over, dragged the frozen-to-death person out of the line, and threw them carelessly onto the roadside like a dead dog. Someone would come to collect the body later.

Upon seeing this, Lin Zhen instinctively tried to lift his leg, but Mu Jiuyue pressed it down with an expressionless face.

“That person isn’t dead yet, he’s still breathing, as long as…” Lin Zhen said urgently.

"Just what? Are you trying to say that you have food so he can live?" Mu Jiuyue said sarcastically, "With so many of your soldiers, how many have died outside because of the distribution of supplies? Don't you know how? What? Their lives matter, but your soldiers' lives don't?"

Lin Zhen looked stubborn.

That's true. If he weren't so stubborn, he wouldn't have been exiled to K City.

Mu Jiuyue simply let go of his hand, stuffed a few pieces of compressed dry food into his hand, and said, "Go ahead and save him if you want to."

After saying that, Mu Jiuyue pulled Wei Lie forward.

Lin Zhen hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he took the few pieces of compressed rations, walked up to the person whose body had been dumped by the roadside, broke off a compressed biscuit, and stuffed it into the person's mouth: "Take a bite quickly, it will warm you up."

The next second, someone in the crowd screamed, "Look, he has food in his hand!"

The words have not yet fallen.

The group immediately fell into chaos.

A group of ragged, filthy people rushed towards Lin Zhen like madmen.

The compressed rations that had just been stuffed into that person's mouth were instantly pulled out and stuffed into his own mouth.

The few pieces of compressed dry rations that Lin Zhen had left were also taken away. Ignoring the fact that he was choking and his eyes were rolling back, he forced himself to swallow them down.

They knew that only what they ate was truly theirs.

Those who didn't manage to grab anything immediately became red-eyed with envy.

Someone pulled a dagger from their clothes and stabbed the man who had eaten the dry rations, even trying to pull the rations out of his stomach.

Many others angrily attacked Lin Zhen, shouting, "You have food to feed a dead man, but not me? Where did you put my food?! Give it back!"

"Quick, everyone grab it! This person must still have food on him!"

A dense crowd pinned Lin Zhen to the ground, tearing his clothes to shreds instantly.

His face was pressed tightly against the ice, his expression one of utter despair.

Just as he was about to freeze to death, Mu Jiuyue and Wei Lie finally arrived with the people from the shelter.

Someone fired a gun into the sky, and only then did the crowd disperse.

Mu Jiuyue said nothing and tossed a tattered, smelly coat to Lin Zhen on the ice.

Lin Zhen was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look up and meet Mu Jiuyue's gaze.

Wei Lie was also deeply shocked by this scene.

He never imagined that someone would want to cut open another person's stomach and steal food from it.

It’s so explosive!

"What's this?" Mu Jiuyue said softly, "At least the people standing here still have a shred of decency left; they haven't resorted to cannibalism. Do you know? The survivors outside have already started eating each other. The disaster victims aren't civilians; they're a bunch of primitive beasts. Alright, stop being so emotional, get up, it's time to line up."

Wei Lie pulled Lin Zhen along, and Lin Zhen hurriedly put on her coat, hunching her shoulders, and followed behind Mu Jiuyue.

Before they had gone two steps, another person collapsed from the line.

This time, Lin Zhen did not act like a doting father, rushing to bring food to the person. Instead, he turned his head away and pretended not to see it.

People can't teach each other; they can't learn by doing. But they can learn by experiencing.

They finally made it into the shelter.

Mu Jiuyue, along with Wei Lie and Lin Zhen, moved into the dormitory-style dormitory.

This is a large room that houses forty people and is filled with bunk beds.

Each bed is only 80 centimeters wide, and they are crammed together on both sides.

There is only a narrow passageway, about 60 centimeters wide, in the middle for everyone to walk through.

There was only a small stove in the room to heat the entire room, so you can imagine how inefficient it was.

Fortunately, the shelter's roof and walls were thickened and insulated, making it much warmer than outside, though still around minus thirty degrees Celsius.

Many people huddled together, like chicks, seeking warmth.

Everyone's face was numb, devoid of any hope for tomorrow.

The arrival of Mu Jiuyue and her two companions did not attract much attention. After all, there are many people coming and going here, and who knows if they will survive until tomorrow?