"Call the factory people later and tell them to come quickly to move all the supplies away."
Several pharmaceutical factory workers guarding the warehouse entrance were discussing.
"With the supplies in this warehouse, we can definitely survive this month even without rescue!"
"Team leader, do you think the Peace Officers will come after us later?"
"So what! This is an emergency situation—I've read the law, this is called emergency avoidance, completely legal!"
"Ah? Really?"
"So that's how it is! Then—"
Thud!
Before the pharmaceutical factory worker finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his cheek, followed by a tremendous impact, and then he crashed to the ground, achieving childlike sleep.
The other pharmaceutical factory workers were stunned for a moment before realizing it was a person wearing a hood, scarf, and face mask who had punched their companion down.
"Who the hell are you! Want to die!"
"Damn it, get him!"
"He actually dares to hit people?!"
These pharmaceutical factory workers never expected anyone would dare to confront them, and they instantly flew into a rage. The passersby who hadn't left yet were also shocked, never imagining there would truly be a brave soul daring to teach these bullies occupying supplies a lesson.
Within moments, six or seven pharmaceutical factory workers surrounded him. However, to everyone's astonishment, this person who had struck seemed to have eyes in the back—two people tried to ambush him from behind, but he dodged them all.
His speed was fast, his strength astonishing, and his moves crisp and efficient. With just a few punches and kicks, he had already knocked out five people. The remaining three or four immediately panicked, realizing this masked guy might be a trained martial artist and no match for them at all.
The minor leader whom the other workers called "team leader" flashed a fierce light in his eyes, brandishing the iron pliers in his hand and swinging them hard toward the person's head!
The surrounding crowd gasped in shock—if that hit solidly, wouldn't it be fatal!
Thud!
The person dodged in time, avoiding his head, and the iron pliers only struck his shoulder.
The team leader's face showed delight—with such heavy iron pliers, even a shoulder hit would be unbearable!
Yet the next moment, his face filled with terror.
He saw that the person who had taken a heavy blow from his pliers on the shoulder actually seemed completely unaffected, showing no signs of injury at all. Not to mention physical staggering, he didn't even let out a single grunt of pain, remaining completely silent.
This eerie silence spawned immense panic in the team leader's heart.
Snatch!
The next moment, the iron pliers in his hand were seized by the gloved person, who then swung them back, hitting him to the ground with one strike.
The surrounding people, seeing the team leader fall bleeding, were immediately frightened and shouted, "Something's happened! Someone's dead!"
People scattered and fled in all directions. The two remaining pharmaceutical factory workers were also so terrified that they dropped their weapons and ran away desperately. Within moments, only the "brave soul" remained.
Shadow returned to the milk tea shop where Guan Tong was hiding, and after becoming intangible, his clothes fell off. Guan Tong put them on, entered the supply point warehouse, and as quickly as possible found and took what he needed.
Food, flashlight, batteries, sleeping bag, multi-function knife, windproof lighter, electrical tape, small stove canister, small filter, portable first aid kit, personal hygiene items, etc.
Guan Tong packed these things into two backpacks, tied them together with the sleeping bag, and carried them on his back. Then he thought for a moment and picked up that team leader's "iron pliers"—Shadow had found them quite handy earlier, so he could bring them along.
He immediately left the supply point and went to the nearby shared vehicle station.
In Guan Tong's pre-transmigration world, the sharing economy was already quite developed. But in this world, the sharing economy had developed even better, with everything from bicycles and balance boards to cars available at the station.
He randomly found a black SUV, scanned the code to get in, placed the backpacks in the rear seat, and sat in the front. He took off his hood covered with snowflakes, opened the navigation map, and first set a point at the city's edge.
After pressing the "Go to destination" option, this shared SUV automatically began moving according to the navigation.
From Guan Tong's personal perception, this world's technological level was about ten to twenty years ahead of his original world. Autonomous driving technology could function normally within cities with detailed electronic maps.
Therefore, he didn't need to drive himself now. After setting the city edge, it would automatically drive there. Once outside the city where autonomous driving wasn't possible, he would take over and drive to his destination for this trip—Mingdao Mountain.
The vehicle began moving. The rules had only been in effect for about half an hour now. Although the snow was falling heavily, not much accumulation had formed on the roads yet, so vehicle travel and even pedestrian movement weren't problematic.
There were still quite a few vehicles on the street at this time, probably people heading to their desired gathering points.
About ten minutes later, Guan Tong suddenly heard the "thump thump thump thump" sound of helicopter rotors. Leaning toward the window to look, he saw helicopters circling in the air, sprinkling something onto the roads below.
"Is that snow-melting agent or some chemical to delay snow accumulation?"
Guan Tong wondered. At that moment, he saw a convoy of vehicles approaching from the opposite lane—it was actually an open-top armed vehicle convoy!
Through the window, he saw these open-top armed vehicles filled with heavily armed soldiers carrying loaded guns. They sat upright, gripping their weapons tightly, as if they had received orders to carry out a mission.
After brief consideration, Guan Tong understood. With such large crowds gathering, disorder could easily arise. If large-scale conflicts truly erupted, it would only cause many unnecessary casualties.
But if each gathering point had some armed personnel with guns, at least no one would dare to cause trouble openly.
Like at the self-service supply storage point earlier—if armed personnel with guns were guarding it, even if those pharmaceutical factory workers had double the courage, they wouldn't dare to take all the supplies for themselves with wrenches and axes.
Thinking this, Guan Tong took out his phone and went online.
He searched for the keyword "snowfall amount." Sure enough, within just over half an hour, people had already discovered the Hidden Rule.
A izen with an IP showing "Nargegumu" posted a short video showing the snowfall situation at their location.
In the vast gray landscape, snowflakes drifted faintly, looking somewhat weak and listless. Compared to the overwhelming blizzards in major cities like Yong'an and Yunhua, it distinctly conveyed four words: "peaceful and tranquil times."
The filming izen said in the video: "Wait, is the snow really that heavy in your inland areas? Over here it seems pretty ordinary—not even as heavy as usual winter snowfalls."
The video comments had already surpassed tens of thousands and were rapidly increasing.
"Is this a fake video???"
"Really or fake?! Does anyone know where Nargegumu is?"
"I remember Nargegumu is in the uninhabited area of the southern frontier... Wasn't there news last year about a group of adventure travelers trying to cross Nargegumu and went missing..."
"What the hell? Some places have heavy snow while others have light snow?!"
"Damn! Why is the Fire Thief so evil (looking up crying crying), giving us such heavy snow here, and giving you such light snow there!"
"Could snowfall amounts differ by region? Has this been officially confirmed?!"
"I just called the official hotline! The staff said they were aware of the situation before and are currently urgently investigating!"
Seeing this, Guan Tong turned off his phone screen to save battery.
He knew that the authorities had definitely noticed this situation by now. He just didn't know what they would do.
Would they immediately reverse their crowd-gathering rescue policy 180 degrees to separate and evacuate people, or would they continue firmly implementing the original policy unchanged?
But regardless of what the authorities did, Guan Tong knew he had already made his decision.
He glanced at his shared car's battery level—at full charge, it could travel up to 1,000 kilometers continuously. The distance from here to his target, Mingdao Mountain, was over seven hundred li. Considering battery degradation from the temperature drop, it should definitely be sufficient without needing to recharge midway.
He just didn't know what the situation was like at Mingdao Mountain.
Guan Tong thought to himself. The reason he chose to go to Mingdao Mountain was because it was an undeveloped wild mountain. Apart from some hiking enthusiasts who liked climbing wild mountains, very few people went there.
After the Doomsday Rules descended, even fewer people should go there.
So with Yunhua City as the center, within the radius Guan Tong could drive to, Mingdao Mountain was absolutely the place with the lowest population density—other towns and villages had much higher population densities.
"I hope the snow isn't heavy there," Guan Tong thought. "That way, with enough food, and if water really runs short, I can filter snow for drinking. Plus, with Shadow as this 'labor with limited existence time but unlimited stamina,' surviving a month shouldn't be a big problem."
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