Chapter 2, The Unfortunate President

Regarding this little girl, Tang Ao does not know much. Perhaps she has actually spoken about it, but he has never listened. Now he only knows that her surname is Hai and her name is Hai Momo. Ever since he changed his phone number three months ago, he has frequently received calls from this little girl, who unconditionally insists that he is her father

The government is not foolish; it certainly would not obediently hand over 5 billion US dollars. On the same day, a spokesperson from the relevant department issued a strong condemnation statement and deployed a large number of police forces to investigate the illegal organization known as the Saints. However, on the day following the issuance of the statement, City E began to witness the emergence of these mindless, aggressive corpses that attack anyone they encounter

President Tang?" The man's voice was hoarse as he slowly raised his hands. He was dressed in blue work attire, with a well-built muscular physique. Tang Ao slowly approached him; his eyes were red, and his breathing was rapid. Tang Ao was taken aback—this person was a driver from the logistics department of the Asa Group

He let out a slight sigh of relief, jumped into the car, the axe still gripped in his hand: "Is there any water?"

Tang Ao did not have time to react before being knocked to the ground. With the help of the spotlight from the container, Tang Ao's hair stood on end— the driver from earlier, who was clearly dead, was now lunging at him with a twisted expression.

Tang Ao slowly took off his trench coat, and the short man quickly noticed the gunshot wound on his leg. He reached out and dug forcefully at the wound, causing Tang Ao's facial muscles to twitch a few times, yet he remained silent. The short man's eyes sparkled with excitement, and his pants even bulged like a small tent: "Continue to take it off, hurry up!"

Tang Ao threw the driver out of the car, then wiped the blood from the container with the driver's dirty clothes. The short man pointed a gun at him while greedily gulping down milk.

After he finished bandaging the wound, although the taste of the oral saline mixed with physiological saline was extremely unpleasant, he still drank two large bottles fiercely. Haimaomo was very well-behaved, sitting at the door and paying attention to the movements outside. After all, she was a child, and as she sat there, she gradually became drowsy. Her little head bobbed up and down, like a chick pecking at grains.

Tang Ao sensed it; the short man swallowed hard, his eyes seemingly ablaze. In the center of the fire, his own reflection was clearly visible. The short man slowly approached him. At that time, Tang Ao was twenty-five years old, with a healthy wheat-colored complexion, thin lips like carvings, a high and straight nose, eyes like polished lacquer, and brows that could be depicted in a painting

Today has been truly unfortunate! He leaned against the cargo truck, filled with anger

The entire living area of the Asa Living Garden is surrounded by high walls, deep nets, and libraries, with very effective defensive measures in place. There should not have been any issues; the mistake lay in his excessive trust in his right-hand men.

Tang Ao quietly scrutinized him, and he, somewhat impatient, said: "What are you looking at? Strip!"

Do not say that you do not know her at all; even if she were truly your own daughter, you would still have to consider it

Tang Ao wore a helpless expression, slowly raising his hand and turning around. Behind him stood a short man exuding a fierce and menacing aura, with a slightly balding head and a scar on his forehead. He held a homemade pistol in his hand, his eyes now gleaming with a fierce light.

Tang Ao walked in, holding a kitchen knife, and carefully inspected the store. It was very quiet inside, which reassured him, and he began to look for anti-inflammatory, hemostatic, and analgesic medications. There were not many people in the pharmacy, and the medicines were still quite complete. He found alcohol and tweezers, preparing to extract the shrapnel first.

Tang Ao was furious today, feeling extremely unlucky! He shouted, "How many times have I said it? I am not your father!"

He is like a cat that cannot escape its claws. Later, in a fit of anger, he blocked her number. As a result, she went directly to his company, clinging to his legs and crying loudly, refusing to leave

The corpse finally lay still, he pushed it aside, wiped his face with a towel from the container, and continued to breathe heavily. Is this real or just a dream

Tang Ao slowly looked towards the door, his expression resembling that of someone who had been splattered with menstrual blood.

The woman appeared to have died from extreme shock, her eyes bulging and her mouth wide open. The child bore no visible injuries, but his face was pale, possibly suffocated by her excessive force. A large stain of blood was present on the windshield of the driver's cabin, the window glass had been shattered, and on the ground lay a hand severed by the car door. Tang Ao cautiously pulled back the female corpse—there was a fire axe beside her.

President Tang hastily swallowed the canned food, which was completely insufficient to satisfy his hunger, and he felt increasingly famished. The injury on his arm was merely a scrape, not serious, but the wound on his leg would likely require the removal of shrapnel. Gritting his teeth, Tang Ao set out to find a pharmacy; there was a public pharmacy two hundred meters away, but its door had already been smashed.

The driver before him had already become furious, with sharp teeth close at hand. Without further hesitation, he struck down with a knife from behind the driver's head. Red and white brain matter splattered all over him, covering his body, head, and face. He pressed his lips tightly together and continued to chop, one stroke after another.

The street was very quiet, and Tang Ao cautiously searched for abandoned vehicles by the roadside. He opened the door of a white van, finding the driver's seat completely empty, while in the back seat sat a woman in a red long dress. At that moment, her head was resting on the seat, and she was holding a small boy in her arms

There was no sound outside as he opened the door of the cargo truck, preparing to move the disfigured corpse out. Spending a night next to it was hardly pleasant. Just as he was lifting the body, he suddenly felt a pain in his lower back, and a voice whispered, "Raise your hands and slowly turn around"

The driver certainly recognized him, although such junior staff rarely have the opportunity to meet the president of the group. However, Tang Ao is a frequent presence in magazines, newspapers, and on television. He closed the truck's cargo door and took out a large box of 3-liter milk from the toolbox beside him. Tang Ao took it over, did not express any thanks, and first gulped down a large mouthful.

Tang Ao had previously been pale, but upon seeing her, his face turned ashen: "Is it you?" The little girl also saw him and was very happy, skipping over to his side: "Daddy!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly collapsed in the car, convulsed twice, and then became motionless. Tang Ao leaned closer and noticed that his face had a faint greenish hue, resembling a moldy color. His eyes were bulging, his mouth was wide open, and a greenish mucus was faintly oozing out, presenting a ghastly appearance.

The female corpse slipped down, her eyes seemingly still looking at him. He drew the fire axe, discarded the gun, tucked the kitchen knife into his coat, and searched the surroundings once more—he needed to find a safe place to spend the night

He recognized the work uniform he was wearing

He reached to the carotid artery at his neck, and this person was already dead

The truck driver's voice was very low, and he was panting heavily as he spoke: "Wu ... ... Wu ... ... "

Indeed, there is someone outside; it is a little girl. She is wearing a white sweater on her upper body and a rose-red short skirt on her lower body. The white knitted long socks reach just to her knees. Her hair is light yellow and slightly curled, secured at an angle with a white plush flower. Her eyes are large and round. She hops in, carrying a pink cartoon backpack on her back

Tang Ao was furious, berating his assistant Su Bo to the point of humiliation. After that, she was never seen again, so it was unexpected to encounter her here. Even more surprising was that during their second meeting, he was actually not wearing pants

I hope this is just a dream; he should wake up to find himself still in his villa at Yipin Taoranju, with a glamorous or pure singer or movie star sleeping beside him

The handkerchief still carried a hint of mint fragrance. Tang Ao trembled his hand, letting out a pained grunt. Fortunately, the shard had been extracted. He cleaned the wound with alcohol and was about to tear his shirt to bandage it when the little girl took out a roll of bandage from her backpack and handed it over.

The little girl rummaged through her backpack and finally took out two packets of oral rehydration salts and several bottles of saline solution, presenting them with a pleasing demeanor: "Dad, here."

Tang Ao let out a cold snort and directly took it to bandage the wound properly

Tang Ao slowly got up, taking advantage of her inattention to quietly walk towards the back door, eventually exiting the barbershop. Hai Momo was still asleep, and he left without looking back. She was just a child, unable to do anything, only wasting food. What use was it for him to have her with him?

In front of him was a container truck, and Tang Ao's eyes lit up as he cautiously opened the door. Inside was a man, and Tang Ao immediately raised his axe: "Raise your hands and step out!"

Turn around! Tang Ao said irritably. In his life, he had been naked in front of stars, in front of flight attendants, in front of wealthy young ladies, and even in front of a child who had not yet grown any hair... This was truly the first time in his life.

President Tang was in such a bad mood that even drinking cold water felt like it was getting stuck in his teeth. Today, he encountered a pervert all day long! The man suddenly lunged forward, twisting his long coat in his hand. The short man was caught off guard and had his gun knocked away. He immediately flew into a rage and kicked at Tang Ao's injured leg. Tang Ao swiftly grabbed his leg and pushed him down to the ground.

At that moment, a sudden ringing of a bell came from behind, causing the zombies to turn around and head towards the source of the sound. Tang Ao let out a sigh of relief and quickly hid in a nearby barber shop. The barber shop had little of use, but it offered a wide field of vision and had a back door, making it convenient for escape

Tang Ao finished moving the body, closed the car door properly, and took out a wet wipe from his pocket to clean his face and hands. He was accustomed to luxury cars and beautiful women, and simply could not tolerate such a smell

Tang Ao removed his belt, waited until there was no movement outside, then with one stroke cut off the unruly root from his pants, and threw him out of the car.

They were surrounding a corpse, which was clearly a substantial meal. Tang Ao cursed and turned to flee! Several zombies chased after him; the zombies ran slowly, but sadly, Young Master Tang ran even slower—his leg was crippled.

Heaven help us, please don't let a horde of zombies show up at this moment! He isn't wearing pants... If someone sees this, it would be President Asa fighting zombies in the nude... What if it's not zombies that come, but people?

"Your skin looks good." The short man chuckled a few times, raised the gun, and said, "Take off your clothes and let me have a look."

He let out strange sounds, and his eyes turned a murky dark gray. Tang Ao cursed loudly, using one hand to choke him and prevent him from getting closer, while desperately groping on the ground. The axe might have been kicked away in the chaos; he grasped the kitchen knife tucked in his clothes.

Tang Ao is a very astute individual. Upon discovering that the military, responsible for maintaining order, also had a large number of personnel infected and that the virus was out of control, he promptly occupied the Asa Living Park. At that time, there were nearly 2,000 people in Asa Living Park. He instructed Vice President Jiang Hongfu to investigate the infected individuals while simultaneously searching for useful resources in the surrounding area with General Manager Zhou Xinguo

The short individual, after finishing the milk, suddenly gazed at Tang Ao with a peculiar expression.

He used a plastic bag to pack the necessary medications and entered the lounge at the back. The lounge is equipped with a water dispenser and serves as a place for pharmacy staff to take breaks or for patients to take their medication. As soon as he lifted the curtain to enter, he discovered at least four corpses of zombies inside

At this moment, although under the gunpoint, the composure and dignity he exuded made him appear even more confident and poised, as if elegance was seeping from his very bones

Upon hearing this, the short man clearly had his intention to shoot significantly diminished. He immediately spotted the milk in the car, jumped into the cargo hold, still pointing the gun at Tang Ao, and commanded: "Throw him down."

As soon as he spoke, the little girl became particularly happy: "Just now, I got it from the place where Dad picked up the medicine."

This bizarre virus suddenly broke out a few days ago. Prior to this, an organization known as "Saints" had publicly released a ransom letter, demanding that the government raise 5 billion US dollars within a month, or else they would carry out bioweapon attacks in major cities

The short man finally realized that he had provoked a true menace. He frantically clawed at the rope around his neck, his throat making a gurgling sound. Tang Ao pressed him against the metal surface of the cargo container, one foot firmly on his neck, tightening the belt with force. He struggled for his life, his eyes filled with terror and despair, while Tang Ao's gaze remained remarkably calm, as if he were delivering a speech before cutting the ribbon at a charity event. In just a few minutes, the short man's legs kicked out a few times before he lay still on the ground, no longer moving. He struggled for his life, his eyes filled with terror and despair, while Tang Ao's gaze remained remarkably calm, as if he were delivering a speech before cutting the ribbon at a charity event. In just a few minutes, the short man's legs kicked out a few times before he lay still on the ground, no longer moving.

Tang Ao gathered all the firearms and weapons from the security department and distributed them to his strong and capable subordinates, planning to rotate them daily to search in various locations.

After walking for such a long time, the wound on his right leg throbbed with a pain akin to being pricked by needles. Tang Ao lowered his head to inspect it and casually asked, "What is your name?"

One is slowly chasing while the other is jogging, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten zombies have followed behind like a train. Goodness, it is as spectacular as a train running. Young Master Tang San is speechless and choked with emotion, wishing he could transform into Liu Xiang.

Tang Ao then took it and muttered to himself, "Wasn't it said to be mentally challenged? How can it be so clever?"

He sat down, first disinfecting the tweezers with alcohol, and then... he took off his pants. That shot was indeed damaging, hitting him directly in the groin; fortunately, it did not go any higher. He cleaned the wound on his right leg, and after disinfecting, he inserted the tweezers into the wound to extract the shrapnel. The pain was simply unimaginable; he gritted his teeth and endured it, beads of sweat covering his forehead

Oral rehydration salts contain glucose and amino acids, making them an excellent source for replenishing energy and hydration. Tang Ao was somewhat surprised: "Where did this come from?"

The iron clamp-like strength immediately chilled the short man to the bone—given this person's power and speed, even if he were severely injured, he was not someone he could provoke. He repeatedly begged for mercy. Tang Ao knelt on his back, one hand gripping his hand while the other pulled out the belt of his trench coat. Then, the belt was wrapped around his neck, and he tightened it forcefully with both hands

The little girl was not concerned, took a small handkerchief to help him wipe his sweat, and in a sweet, childish voice asked, "Daddy, are you hurt?"

The blood stained the hand holding the tweezers, and he was trembling all over, with a layer of fine sweat beads on his wheat-colored skin. Suddenly, there was a soft sound from outside, and Master Tang San's scalp went numb at that moment

The green mucus occasionally dripped from that mouth, just one centimeter away from his neck

In the cafeteria of the Asa Living Garden, there are supplies of rice, flour, noodles, and frozen meat sufficient to feed 20,000 people for a month. However, the stock of fresh vegetables and fruits is limited

"The gunfire will attract that kind of thing." Tang Ao reminded calmly, trying to cover his injured leg with his trench coat to prevent the short man from seeing it

The government has not yet had the time to ascertain the cause, and this type of zombie is rapidly spreading within the city. What exactly is the virus, through what means is it transmitted, and how can it be prevented and treated? There are no clues at all. While everything is still in the exploratory phase, the city of E, with a population of 6 million, has fallen.

In the container, Tang Ao took another large sip of milk. Outside, heavy and slow footsteps could be heard from time to time, and he dared not make too much noise. Looking again at the wound on his leg, he was relieved that the bleeding had stopped. Just as he was about to cover himself with his coat and take a nap, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and his arm was firmly grasped by someone!

Forget it, he is currently bare-bottomed with blood all around him. Those who know understand that he has been shot, while those who do not might mistakenly think he is practicing the Sunflower Manual