It was the fifteenth day after the apocalypse began. Cha Zhijun sat on the sofa, staring intently at the television screen, his heart heavy.

The news was reporting on the debris from the comet's collision with the sun, and these debris, incredibly, landed right in front of Tomato University!

Cha Zhijun was extremely anxious. His daughter, Cha Murong, was at that university. The thought of the potential danger his daughter might face made him unable to sit still any longer. He immediately got up and prepared to go to Tomato University to bring her home.

However, when he opened his door, he was stunned by what he saw—three soldiers were standing in the doorway! One of them was the major Ye Lei had seen three times before, and he was followed by two guards.

The major stood tall and straight, with a serious expression and eyes that revealed a kind of determination and courage.

He stepped forward, gave a crisp military salute, and then asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Cha Zhijun, the chairman of Desheng Generator?"

His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Cha Zhijun was somewhat surprised, but he quickly recovered and nodded, replying, "Yes, I am Cha Zhijun. May I ask who you are?"

Despite his doubts, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in the face of this imposing major.

Cha Zhijun had no recollection of ever having contact with soldiers. Although his name was Zhijun, he actually had no connection whatsoever with the military.

"We are soldiers protecting Tomato City. The army is building shelters and needs to requisition generators manufactured by your company. We have come to ask for your opinion."

The major spoke with such righteous indignation that no one had a reason to refuse.

"this……"

Cha Zhijun never received any notification in this regard. Although it is said that everyone has a responsibility when the country is in trouble, those generators were the last valuable things he had left.

"Don't worry, you can tell us your request, and we will try our best to meet it!"

Xia Zhijun thought for a moment that he had already bought a lot of supplies at the supermarket after the outbreak of the apocalypse, so he didn't need anything for the time being.

"Sorry, I don't think I want anything!"

"So that means you're unwilling to contribute those generators!"

"hey-hey……"

Cha Zhijun smiled, which was taken as tacit agreement.

“We definitely have to take these generators. We came to tell you, just to let you know.”

The major's words made his meaning quite clear.

"You can't just rob us outright, can you?"

"Outright robbery is out of the question. We'll give you an IOU, and after the apocalypse ends, you can apply for compensation from the government!"

Damn, what's the difference between this and outright robbery? But the other party was a soldier, and Cha Zhijun didn't dare to say a word against it.

"Is it really true that I can have anything I want?"

Cha Zhijun had already planned to deliberately make things difficult for the other party, hoping they would back down.

"Anything we can do, just let us know!"

The major had already thought it through: if he couldn't do it, he'd just give him an IOU!

"If I get bitten by a zombie, do you have a way to prevent me from turning into a zombie?"

Cha Zhijun was just saying it offhand.

"Hehe... We actually have a way, but this matter involves top secret."

"Come on, how could that be?"

"I'm a soldier, I wouldn't lie to you!"

"What you're saying is true."

"Of course, but you have to guarantee that this matter won't be leaked!"

"Okay, I promise you!"

Cha Zhijun thought that if it really worked, it would undoubtedly provide an extra layer of protection in the apocalypse.

"Words are no proof. You must come with us and sign a confidentiality agreement before we can meet your demands!"

The major said with a serious expression.

"Go with you? Where to?"

"Chairman Cha, don't worry, we are soldiers, we will ensure that you are brought back safely."

"Alright, let's go!"

Cha Zhijun was filled with doubts, not understanding what these soldiers were up to. So, he followed the major and got into a military off-road vehicle, which sped away.

Finally, the off-road vehicle came to a steady stop in front of an air-raid shelter in an urban civil defense project.

Armed soldiers were patrolling the entrance, clearly indicating that this was no ordinary place and that it would be difficult for ordinary people to enter. Looking up, the prominent "X" sign above the entrance seemed to tell of the mystery and special nature of this place.

The major led Cha Zhijun into the office area. After a rigorous review and inspection, a weighty confidentiality agreement appeared before Cha Zhijun.

He quickly skimmed through the agreement and roughly understood: it was a drug that could prevent the spread of the virus after being bitten by a zombie, preventing immediate infection and turning one into a zombie, but it only prevented the spread of the virus and could not eliminate it.

The drug is currently in the experimental stage. To avoid causing social panic and chaos, those who possess the drug must sign a confidentiality agreement and are strictly prohibited from disclosing any information about the drug to anyone. Otherwise, they will be subject to severe military punishment.

This agreement made Cha Zhijun fall into deep thought. Faced with such important and sensitive information, however, looking at this mysterious place, he believed that soldiers would not lie. In order to give himself more protection, he signed his name without hesitation.

Not long after, a small, exquisite black box appeared before his eyes.

He carefully opened the box and saw 12 bottles of transparent liquid injection solution labeled "X1" neatly arranged inside, along with syringes, cotton balls, and disinfectant.

In addition, there was a note in the box that detailed the usage of the drug and related precautions. It turned out that the drug's effects only lasted for six hours. If one was unfortunately attacked and bitten by a zombie, four injections a day were required to maintain the effect.

Carrying the mysterious black box, Cha Zhijun followed closely behind the major as he stepped out of the X Lab, boarded a military off-road vehicle, and sped towards the Desheng Generator Factory.

When they arrived at their destination, they found that the factory gate was already full of all kinds of construction vehicles, clearly indicating that they had made thorough preparations.

Immediately afterwards, the generators that had already been produced in the factory area but had not yet been shipped were quickly loaded onto trucks and transported away. In no time, the spacious area that was originally full of finished products became empty, as if it had been looted.

Watching this scene, Cha Zhijun couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of loss. After all, these Desheng generators were the culmination of his hard work, which he had personally crafted! Now, he could only watch helplessly as they all disappeared.

In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly and think of it as a contribution to the country and to the fight against the apocalypse.