"How do we eliminate the zombies in this world?" After the new world, the M countrymen who originally wanted to start business cooperation with the aliens as soon as possible looked anxiously at the zombies wandering in their own vegetable gardens.
Although they have been vaccinated and will not be bitten by zombies, the zombies in front of them are still a headache for them.
After all, those viruses were not omnipotent. After three years, they began to lose their activity and were no longer able to support the zombies' old bodies. And because of the weather, the zombies began to rot.
Infections from various bacteria have made them a huge crisis.
The hordes of zombies simply preferred to seek out places with humans. The vague sounds they could discern urged them toward the living, but the living had all been vaccinated against zombies, so once they got close, the zombies were reluctant to bite them.
In this way, the zombies that followed the living trampled on one vegetable garden after another, and the various bacterial infections they brought caused many people to die due to lack of medicine.
"Just destroy it however you have to. Cut off the central nerves, call the governor's hotline, and have them send someone to take it away."
The neighbor next door looked at the hundreds of zombies in front of him and got a headache. He went out for a day to buy some food at the supermarket in the city. When he came back, he found so many zombies again. There were more zombies than the gophers in his yard.
What made him even more distressed was that the trampled vegetables were stained with liquid from the rotting corpses of zombies. He could no longer eat the vegetables that he had worked hard to grow for several months.
After seeing the vegetables being ruined, the red-haired middle-aged man who spoke the narration couldn't help but pick up the hoe in his yard to quickly solve the problem.
"Pike, help me herd these zombies together. Let's get rid of them tonight. This is such a hassle. Oh, it would be great if we could buy some Chinese medicine."
The man called Pique nodded in agreement. "Old Carlos, forget about the medicine. I don't think they even have enough for themselves. Besides, our two countries almost went to war again before the New Year, and the new president has started closing trade routes."
"Ah, this... this... has our president's brain been eaten by zombies?" Old Carlos sighed after hearing the news. He really didn't know what to say. These days, the president changes every year, and the shortest term lasted only 45 days. They couldn't help but worry about their country's problems. "Our country has always been famous for global business, and the president is shutting down trade. Is he trying to starve us to death?"
Even Carlos, half of the surviving members of his family were engaged in various businesses. He had decided to take a break from farming in this secluded mountain forest because his wife and son had become zombies, but that didn't mean he had no business. Thinking of the president's decision, he was at a loss for words.
Pico nodded in agreement. "The president's brain was eaten by a zombie, but not this one. The previous one."
The previous president was diagnosed with a brain tumor after collapsing at a business reception and was rushed to the hospital. Furthermore, the brain tumor was linked to a zombie virus, a new viral disease that, while not contagious, would slowly turn the president into a zombie-like corpse.
The new president took the oath of office in a hurried manner, and after a medical examination, he signed a series of documents. However, according to Pique, those documents might as well not have been signed. It's hard to say what this president is thinking. After all, they don't hold these kinds of events; their only annual participation is voting and holding elections. Thinking of this, Pique shook his head.
"Carlos, I heard the environment in China is very good. I heard that you can get paid for participating in burying zombies. I want to try my luck there. If I can settle down there, I want to do business with those aliens."
Pick is fascinated by flying into outer space. He wants to interact with aliens so that he can leave the earth.
Carlos nodded. "That's not bad. I heard that people over there don't like to leave their homeland. They're short of people to deal with things outside, so you can try your luck."
As they dug, the two of them thought about how to leave the country.
It wasn't just the two of them who were thinking about this; many people had already used various channels to sneak into another major country. This was giving someone a headache.
"This is a very troublesome matter!" Zhang Kai became more and more annoyed as he watched another batch of illegal immigrants being caught.
He is now an adult, working as a national border guard. If Mr. Chen saw Zhang Kaiyue, who works diligently at his post every year, he would definitely be shocked.
"If there's any trouble, catch them, pack them up, and send them back." Han Xiaoxiao, a special forces soldier, looked at Zhang Kaiyue in front of him.
Zhang Kaiyue looked at him and said, "You know shit. Even if you send them back, those people will still find a way to come here. They are determined to stay here. Do you understand?"
"Stay here? Why? It's not like they're starving." Han Xiaoxiao, forced by Ning Hong to learn foreign languages, was assigned to special missions. He knew that Country M distributed grain, seeds, and bread to its people. They weren't starving, so why would they risk coming here?
"You'll know if you go and take a look for yourself." Zhang Kaiyue pushed Han Xiaoxiao, who came to play during the holiday, out.
As soon as Han Xiaoxiao entered the yard, she saw colorful tents set up in front of her. If she didn't know that these were illegal immigrants, she would have thought they were here for vacation.
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