After Trump escaped, he glanced back with lingering fear.
Seeing that the monstrous tumor hadn't caught up, he clutched his heart.
"Fuck you, I didn't expect Old Deng to turn into such a fierce monster in this world. He almost tore me apart."
However, the thought that his performance had been observed by outsiders made his expression even more unpleasant.
Forget it, let's find Old Deng to deal with this monster, Old Deng, first.
He adjusted his Superman underwear, straightened his arms, and began to fly towards the sea.
Because Godzilla is a creature that particularly likes the ocean, and there are also many nuclear power plants in coastal cities.
Given Godzilla's gluttonous nature, he would definitely prioritize finding a nuclear power plant.
However, Trump was being too naive, assuming that he wouldn't be attacked by zombies while flying in the air.
Unexpectedly, during the flight, he suddenly felt the ground darken, and when he looked up, he was so frightened that his face turned pale.
Above him stood a zombie eagle!
This zombie eagle, comparable in size to a fighter jet, with its wings spread, casts a considerable shadow over Trump.
What bothered Trump even more was that the zombie eagle had a hint of mockery in its eyes.
The zombie eagle lunged at Trump with its two sharp talons.
Feeling the chilling sharpness behind him, Trump immediately lowered his flight altitude.
He wanted to quickly find a sturdy house to hide from the zombie eagles' attacks.
To buy himself time, he kept shooting lasers from his eyes.
The zombie eagle was incredibly agile and easily dodged the lasers.
Then they started to tormenting Trump like a cat playing with a mouse!
Trump felt humiliated that he, the president of a country, had been so easily mocked by a beast.
I'm shivering and cold. When will I be able to stand up again?
However, they saw the zombie eagle easily tear several holes in the wall of an office building with a single blow.
Trump is following his heart; as long as he can live, there is an unlimited future.
However, he still muttered under his breath, "The construction quality of this building is really poor. I'll definitely punish them severely when I get back."
The company outside the company was completely baffled. How could they blame their engineering quality for this?
Why don't you see how powerful that zombie eagle's talons are? They can tear several holes through steel plates.
It wasn't until Trump hid in a tunnel that the zombie eagle following behind gave up.
However, there are still many troubles to come.
The tunnel was filled with zombies. Judging from the situation, they must have all been hiding here during the apocalypse and then got infected.
Trump's eyes were constantly firing lasers, like two laser cannons.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle"
One zombie after another was shot through by Trump!
By the time he had taken down the zombies, Trump was drenched in sweat and panting heavily, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
He doesn't have Superman's physique; all his abilities come from Superman's underwear.
Using Superman's abilities requires physical strength.
His stamina was almost depleted after flying all the way, being chased by zombie eagles, and eliminating the zombies here.
Even with the super soldier serum, he couldn't withstand this kind of abuse.
Exhausted, he couldn't even lift a finger and slumped against the stone wall.
I thought everything was safe.
But sometimes surprises happen one after another, perhaps because Trump was too flamboyant before.
The zombies he attracted along his flight have followed him and are now attacking the iron gate at the edge of the tunnel.
Trump has really lost his temper; this is just too unlucky.
Forcing himself to muster the last of his strength, he began to evacuate from the other side of the tunnel.
At that moment, he caught sight of a treasure box by the side of the tunnel, and his smile gradually brightened.
"The shop owner still loves me after all!"
He muttered to himself as he went to open the treasure box.
[Stamina Recovery Potion: Here comes an alchemist's experimental creation.]
[Drinking this will instantly restore your strength, but there are some unbearable side effects.]
Trump doesn't care about any of that now; the zombies outside the iron gate are about to pounce on him.
He picked it up and drank it in one gulp.
Hmm, lychee flavor?
Before Trump could even process what was happening, his strength was completely restored in an instant.
Once he regained his strength, he decided to run away immediately.
This time he saw it very clearly: this stamina recovery potion had side effects.
Although the side effects weren't mentioned, it's best to run away first.
When Trump flew to the coastal city, he suddenly felt his stomach churning violently.
In an instant, many things flashed through his mind, but the one thing he absolutely could not do was perform a "jet" fighter jet demonstration here!
If he were to actually perform here, he would probably die on the spot and return to the real world, not to mention the presidency.
They quickly landed and found a house.
Because he was in such a hurry, Trump didn't have time to deal with the zombies in the house.
He stomped one of his zombie feet under his own foot and then began his dramatic descent.
Outside viewers almost vomited when they saw this, even though they couldn't see the screen, they could hear the sound.
The worst thing about these things is that people imagine them. Even if you see them directly, it's fine, but once you start imagining them, they become incredibly disgusting.
But it's genuinely funny; the image of someone stepping on a zombie and spraying it with liquid is so vivid that it comes to mind in just a moment.
Everyone was laughing, except for the two audience members who were being trampled under Trump's feet, who were clearly uncomfortable.
Although they were people from an evolved world, they also knew that the template was the real world.
And the other party is essentially himself from a parallel world, which caused the boss a lot of trouble.
After Trump dealt with the side effects, he discovered another problem that bothered him: there was no paper.
"Fuck you, what a terrible day it is today!"
I glanced down at my shirt, thought about it, and decided against it.
The main concern is that if he goes out and people outside notice his shirt is missing, they will be able to guess what happened.
I absolutely cannot let my brilliant life be ruined here.
Then he glanced down at the clothes the zombie was wearing and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
After solving his own problem, he looked at the shirtless zombie.
Trump said gratefully, "Thanks to you, zombie, for helping me, I'll give you a quick death now."
A laser beam shot from both eyes, directly blasting open his brain.
Trump emerged looking refreshed and began searching for where Old Deng was.
If the other side has Godzilla in their hands, then the commotion will definitely not be small.
They saw huge footprints on the ground, and zombies crushed into a bloody pulp beneath them.
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