I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 138 and 140: Great! The whole world has no future!

"Why are so many people walking around in the hallway in the middle of the night? Don't they let people get any sleep?"

The president of room 1302, supported by a caregiver and assistant, stormed into the ward.

As a late-stage esophageal cancer patient, the president was already suffering from insomnia day and night due to the fear of death and the pain of the disease. Now, the noise outside has woken him up again, even though he had already fallen into a light sleep.

"I shouldn't have listened to Zene's nonsense and moved to this double room near the elevator."

The president donated a large sum of cash to the affiliated hospital of the medical university as soon as he was admitted to the hospital, so naturally he received the best treatment and care.

A few days ago, Professor Zenai mysteriously told the president that he had recently developed a new treatment that would definitely help the president's condition.

Under Professor Zenai's sweet talk, the president was moved from a deluxe single room to this one, and then nothing more was said.

When Professor Zenai came to check on the patients in the morning, the president couldn't wait to ask when the new treatment would begin. Professor Zenai avoided eye contact and stammered that it might take some time.

Is Professor Zene playing a trick on me?

Despite having secretly given Professor Noriu millions of yen in gifts and red envelopes since being admitted to the hospital, this is the result.

The president was so angry that he couldn't sleep all day. He finally fell asleep after taking medicine at night, but was woken up by the commotion in the corridor and immediately became furious!

I can't take it anymore!

What a terrible hospital this is! It's like a supermarket, and there's that useless doctor inside who talks nonsense. I'm transferring to another hospital tomorrow!

The hot-tempered president finally lost his temper. He angrily yanked open the ward door from the inside, poked his head out, and glared at the outside.

"..."

"..."

The president, who was about to curse, immediately shut his mouth, and the resentment and anger on his face vanished instantly.

The president's face was filled with utter shock and disbelief.

The people making a ruckus in the corridor in the middle of the night were not living people, but corpses dressed in blue and white hospital gowns.

The corpse closest to the door of room 1302 seemed to sense something and turned its head.

The president could clearly see the dead man's dull, cloudy, bloodshot eyes and deathly gray-white skin.

Whew, whew, whew!

The president covered his mouth tightly with both hands, with such force that he almost wanted to shove his fists into his mouth.

The corpse seemed to have no interest in the president; it merely glanced at him before turning its head away without attacking him.

Before the president could even rejoice, a bullet suddenly blew the head off the corpse in front of him.

"Bang!"

White brain matter and dark blood splattered all over the club president's face. The cold, sticky sensation traveled from his face to his brain, leaving him completely stunned. The next second, a chill ran up to the top of his head, causing him to let out a blood-curdling scream:

"ah--!!!"

At this moment, the president's assistant also snapped out of his shock, grabbed the president and pulled him into the ward, then locked the door behind him.

"Bang!"

"Da da da—"

Hearing the gunshots outside, the president and his assistant covered their heads and lay on the ground, trembling.

What exactly is going on?

Could it be the end of the world? Has a biohazard outbreak really occurred?

Is it still possible to buy tickets for the underground shelter now?

Hmm, it doesn't seem necessary.

The president's face showed an expression that suggested he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I have late-stage cancer and no future. Now, a biohazard has broken out, and the whole world has no future.

Great!

"Bang!" "Tap tap!" "Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the corridor, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard from time to time. The entire thirteenth floor of the hospital seemed to have turned into a battlefield with bullets flying everywhere.

Two waves of zombies surged towards the group from both sides, attacking them from both ends.

"Where did that next group of zombies come from?"

Grace's blue eyes flashed, and she immediately remembered the double-decker elevator. That double-decker elevator should have been parked on the twelfth floor, and the corpses had come up the stairs.

After reloading, Grace fired again, knocking a corpse heavily to the ground.

The corpse struggled a few times, trying to get up, but was trampled over by the corpse behind it.

"Damn it!"

The pistols used in the fifth lesson could only temporarily suppress the zombies; they couldn't eliminate all of the hundreds of zombies in front and behind.

"Reinforcements are on their way. The orders from above are that we must break through the encirclement with Professor Kurokawa at all costs!"

Grace pressed a button on her earpiece and gave an order to the police officer in the black suit beside her.

The implication is that, apart from Professor Kurokawa, all other civilians brought to the scene can be abandoned.

The police officers looked at each other, their faces showing fear as they stared at the corpses in front of and behind them.

The bodies of these patients were already horrific enough, but after being riddled with bullets, their intestines ripped open, and their flesh mangled, they became even more terrifying. It truly took immense courage to rush over them.

Moreover, Resident Evil is a classic game developed by the Japanese company CAPCOM, and the zombie concept is deeply ingrained in people's minds. Who knows if these corpses might spread a virus?

"These things are coming for me; they have no interest in living people."

Dr. Satomi held Mrs. Kurokawa in his arms and said in a low voice.

"I'll lead them away."

"Professor Kurokawa, please come with us," Grace said. "Our Metropolitan Police Department is prepared; we have a helicopter on the roof that can take off at any time."

Dr. Satomi nodded.

"Shuichi, I want to go with you," Mrs. Kurokawa said, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Sachiko, I am already dead, the living and the dead are separated. Besides, it would be dangerous for you to stay by my side." Dr. Satomi gently kissed Mrs. Kurokawa's lips and said tenderly:

Even though I'm not by your side, I will always love you.

After saying that, Dr. Satomi resolutely pushed Mrs. Kurokawa away and led the way to run to the back.

There were far fewer corpses coming out of the elevator than those coming out of the elevator at the front. The few corpses at the very front slowly reached out their hands to grab the doctor inside.

Dr. Satomi's face was cold and stern. He clasped his hands together, which were enveloped in blue light, and in the blink of an eye, he severed their arms.

Then, taking advantage of the opportunity, Dr. Satomi knocked over several more corpses and rushed up the stairwell on the other side leading to the roof.

Grace and several men in black suits quickly followed.

Just as he said, the corpses that rushed out of the elevator had no interest in Mrs. Kurokawa or the other ordinary people. They didn't even glance at them as they passed by, and rushed inside to see the doctor.

Dr. Satomi and several officers, including Grace, rushed to the rooftop and saw a helicopter with the words "Metropolitan Police Department" painted on the outside parked there.

"Professor Kurokawa, as long as we get on this helicopter and leave, we'll be safe."

(End of this chapter)