Meanwhile, a nameless town in Africa sat in the middle of a desert. It was very much out of the way. There weren't any resources available, nor was it a place of strategic military importance. Miraculously, the war hadn't spread to this town, so it remained peaceful and harmonious for the time being. However, the violent atmosphere of its surroundings still affected this land with each passing day. The situation in this town became increasingly tense, drugs were rampant, and violence kept increasing day by day. The owner of the only bookstore in town was a lady. Businesses that made the most money in such circumstances would always be hospitals, funeral homes, and shops that sold firearms. The bookstore barely had any customers, but it had been operating for many years. Meanwhile, the beautiful lady had been here for two years. The light from the setting sun shone into the bookstore through its French windows, warming up several bookshelves that seemed to have existed for decades.
After a long time had passed, Hilda woke up and found herself trapped in a cramped space. She struggled desperately to climb out when she saw a flicker of light in front of her and finally freed herself out of it. However, she soon realized that her house had collapsed and the town was ravaged by the burst of war. She looked up with her poor eyesight and felt even more dizzy and lightheaded. There was also a long, bleeding wound on her arm. The peaceful town had become war stricken as buildings were torn apart and almost all of her neighbors' houses had been destroyed by something. Cries of despair and roars of anger sounded throughout as the survivors ran desperately out of the town. "The rebels are here to slaughter the town!" She heard the locals running away frantically as their cars raced out of town. Glancing back at the collapsed bookstore, she realized that she could no longer save all those people that had taken care of her. They were crushed inside forever. In a chaoti
Hilda could no longer keep her eyes open. She slowly closed her eyes and fainted at the side of the road. The passersby saw the fainted Hilda, and they knew she was infected when they saw her ulcerated skin. They all avoided her, as if she was some kind of monster... It was 12:30PM. The Taadi citizens were done gathering, and several buses were already waiting by the door. The citizens got onto the bus excitedly, waiting to be evacuated. In the midst of all the turmoil and chaos of war, the foreign nations' ambassadors escaped before the people did. The traffic system was down, and there were battles everywhere. People couldn't go far without planes or ships, they could only wait for death. Foreigners who didn't have a strong nation helping to evacuate their own people would have the same destiny. There was only one foreign battleship still stopping for its people at the harbor nearby, waiting to bring their people back home. But no one realized that there was a young life slipping
Juliana's eyes brightened. Right! The Jordan Group has control over Africa's minerals, ammunition, and runs the largest bio pharmaceutical company in Africa! They might have discovered the cure for Virus 23! I just won the Academy Award for the Best Actress last year and have gained some fame internationally. They might help me! "You can leave. I won't leave her here." Juliana told her team after she had made up her mind. She then left with Hilda, ignoring her assistant and team's anxious pleas. The helicopter they rented was still parked on the square, and she knew how to fly it. It's around a thousand miles from here to the Jordan Group. It won't take long.. Juliana helped Hilda onto the helicopter resolutely and helped fasten her seatbelt. Hilda's eyes were half closed, and tears fell from the corner of her eyes. Juliana could hear her soft whispers between her lips. "Why bother....?" She didn't know Juliana, but she could figure out that they might have used to be best
Juliana's car ran over those burnt corpses, making some scalp numbing crackling noise. After a series of confrontations, Jordan Castle opened its gate. The gate dropped on the moat, forming a bridge. Several cars drove out from the castle, and quite a number of men wearing chemical protection suits came down to clean the battlefield. There had been outsiders coming to the castle recently. They were either desperate small forces or civilians infected by the Virus, asking for help with their last breath. The people from the castle never showed any mercy to those seeking help. They just left them to die. Layers and layers of rotten corpses were piling right outside of the castle, letting out a pungent smell. The bones of those who died from Virus 23 would be corroded by germs, and even stray dogs wouldn't go near them. The people from the castle would come out from time to time to clear up the corpses. They would burn those dead and living but infected people to death. War required
Leave? Juliana thought she had heard it wrongly. Connie must know about Hilda, but why is she not taking action after hearing that she is dying? Is she cold blooded? Juliana was unwilling to give up. She ran after her and pleaded, "Please, save her! She is dying! Please! I'm begging you, Connie!" But Connie ignored her, strode forward, and got into the car emotionlessly. The engine started again. Hearing the noise of the engine, Juliana fell into despair. She suddenly exploded and dashed toward Hilda like a gust of wind. Hilda had lost her consciousness and was leaning against the rock. There was still slight breathing as her chest rose and fell, and there was a dead little girl lying next to her. Their hands were held together. Juliana knew that Hilda would be the next to die if she didn't get the cure. She never knew she had such strength. She felt nothing as she carried Hilda and ran toward Connie's car before she left. She put Hilda on the ground and kneeled down, blocki
If we had arrived earlier... would the chances have been better? Why didn't I take her here earlier? God, did you do this deliberately? Connie looked up while staring at the sky through the window. Recently, there had been a fog over the sky in Africa. It looked so gloomy, as if everything might come bearing down at any moment. Why is fate such a cruel thing? After twenty years, I finally learned the truth, and now, I know that my daughter survived. However, I am helpless while I look on as she dies in front of me. In fact, she is dying due to my ruthlessness! The strong always prey on the weak, and those who are weak would end up destroyed. Once upon a time, I used to be one of the weak ones, and I couldn't even protect my love life. I worked hard to become more powerful to ensure that I could control my own fate. Nevertheless, I end up not being able to even save my daughter. I wasn't aware I had a surviving daughter. Her daily necessities weren't even taken care of, and she had
Connie glanced outside of the walls, and she noticed that the people who were begging for help were like zombies besieging the city. It was almost like purgatory beyond the walls because people seemed like ghouls that had been sent to hell to be punished. "Allow the infected ones in to receive treatment." Connie uttered, but her eyes remained cold and distant as usual. Linux was shocked, but he remained silent as he nodded. Connie added, "Contact the governments who phoned earlier asking to purchase the cure... Tell them that we will supply the cure free of charge. Besides, release the composition and formula of the cure to the public free of charge. Get the pharmaceutical factories to work over time and synthesize as many cures as possible to send them out to the main hospitals in large cities, where the infection has spread the worst." Connie did not run a charity, in fact, the cure developed by her medical team shouldn't be given out for free. This was her bargaining chip, whic