Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 175: Backup finally arrived

Soon after, Grandpa Caldwell returned with the others.

When they entered the unit, the atmosphere felt slightly off, but no one dared to ask why.

The group exchanged greetings, especially Grandpa and Grandma Ford, who were well acquainted with both the abbot and General Kaiser.

"It’s good to see some familiar faces," Grandpa Ford said warmly.

"Same to you, Mr. Ford," General Kaiser replied, his tone just as friendly.

The two men began reminiscing about old times, sharing stories that stirred a sense of nostalgia throughout the room.

Meanwhile, Brother Elias sat quietly, still puzzled by the absence of their usual spiritual aura.

As the conversation continued, Grandma Ford busied herself in the kitchen, preparing a generous spread of food per Elena’s request.

The rich aroma soon filled the air, lightening the mood and momentarily drawing everyone’s attention away from the earlier tension.

The table was laden with various meat dishes, followed by hearty soups and fresh salads, ensuring everyone would not go hungry.

There was also expensive red wine and various alcoholic beverages available.

Elena had spared no effort in providing delicacies, allowing them to enjoy a rare taste of luxury amidst the disaster.

As everyone began to savor the food, it felt like they were experiencing the most exquisite meal of their lives.

General Kaiser couldn’t help but express his delight, repeatedly praising the delicious food on the table.

"I haven’t had this braised pork in almost three months!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with each bite.

"Sob... sob... the taste is so authentic," one of the soldiers said, overwhelmed by the flavors.

"Eat more! It might be your last," General Kaiser teased, observing the blissful expressions on his men’s faces.

In the past few days, the food they had prepared consisted of dried foods—ready-to-eat meals that lacked flavor and freshness—a stark contrast to the feast before them now.

While they were grateful for the sustenance that had kept them going, they couldn’t help but reminisce about the delightful meals enjoyed during peaceful times.

With renewed vigor, they devoured the food, savoring each bite and leaving their plates spotless.

"Thank you for the meal," the soldiers said, their voices filled with sincere appreciation.

Elena nodded in acknowledgement, her eyes drifting toward Brother Elias and General Kaiser.

Both men were quietly enjoying their drinks, seemingly lost in thought.

She walked over to them and asked, "What are your plans? Do you have a place to stay?"

"We’re planning to stay in the area a little longer," Brother Elias replied earnestly. "If it’s alright with you, we’d like to stay in this unit."

"Then suit yourself," Ethan responded with a reassuring smile.

With that settled, Elena, Ethan, and the others quietly left the room, allowing Brother Elias and General Kaiser to rest and recuperate after a long day.

***

Meanwhile, at the Blackshear Hotel, the Heather family finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Troy and Trixie’s grandfather had at last sent reinforcements, slightly improving their dire situation.

The gang stationed in City B also arrived just in time to provide crucial support, allowing them to reestablish control over the area.

But before the backup arrived, many of their members had already been injured during a disastrous venture to the mall, where they clashed brutally with Elena and Ethan.

To make matters worse, upon their return, they were ambushed by angry neighbors who took advantage of their weakened state—raiding their supplies and leaving them with almost nothing.

Trixie, in particular, was furious.

She vented her frustration to those around her, her anger fueled not only by their loss but by something more personal—having watched the man she loved choose someone else over her.

Consumed by her anger, Trixie directed her frustration at the Smith family, torturing them individually.

Her rage blinded her, and she tried to release her pent-up emotions through cruel actions.

Vivian had promised her that they would capture Elena when she came to visit.

But unfortunately, Elena never showed up.

After finding out she was pregnant, Ethan stopped her from going out, putting her revenge plans on hold.

Desperate and out of supplies, the Smith family made a cruel choice—they sold Vivian to others in exchange for a small amount of food.

Whereas, Troy and Trixie had been surviving on just a little food each day, trying to stretch a week’s worth of supplies as long as possible.

The hotel’s atmosphere became tense, reflecting the turmoil and despair they had been experiencing before the backup arrived.

If Elena knew what happened, she would probably laugh and feel relieved that she didn’t act.

Let them suffer in the meantime.

When the backup arrived, the Heather family quickly regained their strength.

After hearing about the Paradise Shop, they decided to make a move.

Yes, they were the ones who had tried to take over Camel Tower Building A.

But they failed.

Elena had defeated them, forcing the gang to retreat. Many were badly injured, and some didn’t make it back at all.

Now, back in the present, Troy stared in disbelief at the battered group in front of him.

"What happened to all of you?" he asked, his voice tight with frustration as he waited for an answer.

Only a handful had returned, and most were seriously wounded.

’Did the others die?’ he wondered grimly.

The room fell silent as the gangsters struggled to process the disaster that had unfolded at Camel Tower Building A.

Then one of the members spoke up, "We didn’t anticipate that they were all prepared."

"Idiot! You should have retreated, given your disadvantages."

"Boss, we can still take the residents in Building A; they are easy targets. What changes our chances of winning is that this Paradise shop intervenes."

"Do they have a lot of members?" Troy asked, trying to gather information.

"Not really... It’s just..."

The member paused, recalling how the missile had vanished—only to suddenly reroute its trajectory and return to its point of origin as if by magic.

"Stop stalling. Tell me clearly so we can devise a plan," Troy demanded.

"Boss, they’re monsters... I’m telling you, we shouldn’t mess with them," one of the men replied in a shaking voice.

Troy noticed the fear in their eyes and frowned, confused.

"Are the rumors true? Do they really have that many supplies?"

"Yes, they have a lot of goods," another confirmed.

Troy’s expression hardened.

"Then we have no reason to fear. Rest up. We’ll strike back soon."