nucmednet Chapter 114 The Bandit's Wife Also Works as Emergency Food
Chapter 114 The Bandit's Wife Also Works as Emergency Food
Chapter 114 The Bandit's Wife Also Works as Emergency Food
General Winter has arrived.
A cold front, carrying southwards, pressed down from the Canadian border.
The temperature dropped by 15 degrees Celsius in 12 hours.
The sky was iron gray, and the clouds were thick, like a dirty rag covering the city.
Then it started snowing.
It wasn't snowflakes, it was snow pellets, very small and dense, like sand hitting my face.
The ground quickly turned white.
It's a thin layer, and it makes a crunching sound when you step on it.
This is the time period for Ha Xue's Great Adventure.
In previous years, charities would distribute supplies and churches would open their shelters at this time.
But this year is different.
Because of Noah AI, a large number of liberals were directly put on the kill line.
They disappeared.
In both physical and social senses.
Social security records were flagged, bank accounts were frozen, and housing permissions were revoked.
They can go from being "citizens" to "vagrants" with just one system scan.
Then they began to wander.
Once the noble lords truly learned of the existence of God, the original indulgences became meaningless.
Indulgences were something that were popular in the past.
Spending money to buy vouchers and donating to charities can earn you points in the system, which can also be considered as purchasing a new era of atonement.
But now God has appeared.
God appeared in Washington, God punished Cuba, and God chose a blond president.
The noble lords realized that indulgences were useless.
God doesn't look at this.
So, apart from a few that were still operating normally, all other charitable organizations have completely shut down.
The supplies will no longer be distributed.
The shelter is no longer open.
Only snow remained.
And cold.
New York, Brooklyn, a street.
William Smith walks down the street.
He was a homeless man.
Forty-two years old, 1.75 meters tall, and weighing 55 kilograms.
Her hair was long, tangled, and covered in snowflakes.
His beard was also very long, covering half of his face.
He was wearing a thin, military-green cotton coat that he had found; the cuffs were torn, and the cotton was showing.
The pants were cargo pants, and the knees were worn through.
The shoes are sneakers; the sole of the left shoe has come unglued and is wrapped with tape.
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He got up very early today.
Because I didn't eat yesterday.
Going to bed hungry makes you wake up earlier.
He was going to a charity distribution point.
That spot was three blocks away, in the basement of a church.
Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday from 9:00 AM to 11:00 AM, bread, canned goods, and low-quality liquor are distributed.
Sometimes there's hot soup too.
William knew the time.
Today is Thursday.
He set off at seven o'clock.
The snow is still falling.
There weren't many people on the road.
There were only a few homeless people like him, huddled in a corner, wrapped in blankets or cardboard boxes.
William didn't look at them.
He walked forward, head down, treading through the snow.
My feet are very cold.
The shoes weren't waterproof, so snow water seeped in, and my socks got wet.
My toes are numb from the cold.
But he didn't stop.
That position was defended by his fists.
Three months ago, he got into a fight with three other homeless men.
It's not just fighting, it's a life-or-death struggle.
They used salvaged steel pipes, broken glass, and their teeth.
He won in the end.
He broke three ribs, his left eye socket was split, and half of his right ear was missing.
But he won.
So he took the best spot near that location, an abandoned newsstand.
It can block the wind, shelter from the snow, and allow you to see the distribution point when it opens.
But when he got there today, he found that the door wasn't even open.
The church doors were closed.
The iron fence was pulled down and locked.
There was a piece of paper stuck on the door.
Printed, in bold.
"Due to a shortage of supplies, distribution will be suspended today."
William stood in front of the door, looking at the piece of paper.
I watched for ten seconds.
Then turn around.
"It's so cold."
He said.
The voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grinding wood.
"I'm so hungry."
He added.
Then he rushed to the next location.
The next stop, five blocks away, is a community center.
Supplies are distributed there on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
But today is Thursday.
William knew something was wrong.
But he still wanted to go.
What if?
What if it's open today?
He walked quickly, his footsteps pounding on the snow.
The shoes are not suitable; they're slippery.
He almost fell three times.
The third time he reached out to touch the wall, his palm scraped against the brick wall, drawing blood.
The blood seeped out, but quickly froze again.
He was accompanied by several other homeless people.
They all came from the church.
They were all wearing some kind of rags.
The cotton-padded coat had holes, the pants were soaked, and the shoes were torn.
No one spoke.
Everyone kept their heads down and necks hunched as they hurried along.
Arrive at the entrance of the community center.
The door was closed.
The iron gate was locked.
There were no stickers on the door.
William stood in front of the door and looked for five seconds.
Then he cursed.
Damn it.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was very forceful.
"Why isn't it here?"
He took out his phone.
Open the map and search for "supply distribution point".
The nearest one is 7.3 miles away.
In Queens.
William stared at the screen.
7.3 miles.
In his current condition, it would take him three hours to walk there.
And they might not even be open over there.
And it's still snowing.
Moreover, his feet were already numb from the cold.
He stood there for ten seconds.
Then make a decision.
"no."
He said.
"We need to go back."
It's okay to be a little hungry.
He told himself.
If all else fails, I'll just go eat Gundam.
William turned and walked back.
The snow fell even heavier.
The wind picked up, and the snowflakes stung my face.
He squinted, lowered his head, and moved back step by step.
My feet have completely lost all feeling.
It was just a mechanical act of lifting it up and stepping down.
It took him forty minutes to get back to his shack.
The shack was located in a small sewer opening in a city, but surprisingly, there were hardly any people there.
It's not a real sewer; it's an abandoned drainage pipe inlet.
The pipe is 1.2 meters in diameter, and he has already cleaned the inside.
They laid out a salvaged rug, piled up salvaged blankets, and also found a salvaged sleeping bag.
The entrance was blocked by a wooden board covered with foam board for insulation.
William walked to the entrance, squatted down, and moved the wooden plank.
Go inside.
It's a little warmer inside than outside.
But it's only a little bit.
He sat down, panting.
His breathing was heavy, and white mist came out of his mouth.
Then he heard a sound.
"Ahhhhh!"
The sound came from another sewer opening not far away.
That sewer opening was bigger than his, and it was warmer inside.
But William didn't even dare to look.
Because he knew that was the territory of those Amigos.
Or rather, it was their hideout where they made the enhancers.
They occupied territory, collected protection money, looted supplies, fought, and killed.
William had seen them.
Last month, they turned a homeless man who refused to pay protection money into a Mexican tie.
I bet some unlucky souls have gone to the wrong place by now.
William dared not provoke them.
So he huddled in his shack, motionless and silent.
The sound stopped.
After a while, laughter came again.
It's very noisy and shrill.
William covered his ears.
"~"
He sighed.
"Another awful day."
Then he looked into the corner of the shack.
There was a person lying there.
It's a woman.
She was very thin, her hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and her face was so dirty that her features were unrecognizable.
She was curled up, covered with two blankets.
That was his wife, who also served as emergency food.
And now...
"Enjoy yourself first."
The battle made me forget my hunger!
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