My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123

The entire residential complex convened another meeting.

This time, the topic was how to prevent the people from Building 4 from getting out–how to lock them inside that building completely.

Yesterday’s meeting had failed to reach any consensus because no one wanted to confront a group of vicious criminals head–on. Everyone harbored the same thought: let others go first while they stayed behind to watch. With such divided intentions, nothing could be decided.

But today was different.

What threat did Building 4 pose now? None.

If they wanted to come out, their only option was to climb or jump down from the second floor. That severely limited their

numbers.

So the question became–how do they block even that route?

Ideas poured in.

Some suggested digging a deep trench all around the base of Building 4, effectively turning the second floor into a third floor. That would make it much harder for people to climb down and would greatly increase injuries and fatalities.

The workload would be massive.

But since it concerned everyone’s safety, people were willing to put in the effort.

Tasks were assigned by building number. Each day, residents from one building would come out to work.

In addition, people would be assigned to monitor Building 4 around the clock. The moment anyone dared to climb out a window, an alarm would be sounded, and everyone would swarm in together to beat the person to death.

After all, it was kill or be killed now.

Two nights ago, Building 4 had slaughtered nearly half the residents of Building 3. Who would still feel sympathy for them?

Whether old people, women, or children–it didn’t matter. They were all enemies now.

Ray, naturally, did not participate in any of this.

This drew a wave of insults. Some people cursed him outright, saying he could live safely only because everyone else was risking their lives, yet he refused to contribute anything. They called him shameless.

They said that if he didn’t have money, he should at least offer his labor. If he wouldn’t work, then at least hand over some supplies.

But Ray was like an iron rooster–stingy to the extreme.

As if afraid he wouldn’t hear them, some people even used loudspeakers, shouting through the underground garage corridors.

Ray heard everything.

He had gone out in the middle of the night to seal off Building 4. He had even slipped sleeping pills into Honey and the others‘ dinner, all to avoid exposing himself. None of these reactions surprised him.

But had they forgotten who he was?

He stepped outside, lifted his compound bow, and loosed a rapid volley of arrows. The crowd scattered in terror, screaming and scrambling to escape. Several people were killed outright, and others wounded.

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The dead lay still. The wounded collapsed on the ground, groaning–only to freeze to death not long after.

Ray sneered.

He hadn’t sealed off Building 4 out of saintly compassion to save the entire complex. He did it because they might interfere with his own life. He would still need to go out to gather energy supplies–he didn’t want to walk into an ambush on his way back someday.

And frankly, Building 4 wasn’t the only risk. People from other buildings could do the same.

He trusted no one.

Around ten o’clock, Honey and the other three women finally woke up. Seeing the time, they were startled, but none of them suspected sleeping pills. They simply assumed it was because the house was so warm that they had slept unusually soundly.

That explanation fit reality perfectly.

Ray didn’t rush them out, even though the problem with Building 4 was basically resolved.

Breakfast was hot soybean milk with pancakes, plus sandwiches. The four women were thrilled, and even more curious about just how much food Ray had stockpiled.

After breakfast, they did some light morning exercise. By the time they finished, it was already noon.

The five of them took showers, then ate again. After the meal, Lola left first. She needed to bring food to her son and also give some to the elderly couple next door, to thank them for watching him.

But not long after returning home, Lola rushed back again, her face drained of all color.

“Ray, my son is gone!” she blurted out.

This was what had happened. When she returned home, she found the neighbors‘ door half–open. Summoning her courage, she went inside and found blood everywhere.

The elderly couple lay in pools of blood, long dead.

Her son was nowhere to be found.

What choice did she have? She could only come to Ray.

Would Ray help her look for her son?

First of all–no.

Why should he care about someone else’s kid?

His relationship with Lola was a transaction: she offered her body, he provided food Beyond that, it had nothing to do with him.

Second, even if he wanted to help, how would he search?

Go door to door asking?

Who knew whether the door that opened would greet him with a cleaver or a bat?

When his own safety was at stake, how could Ray possibly take that risk?