Chapter 142 The Second Wave Part 2

Chapter 142 The Second Wave Part 2

September 19th, ten o'clock in the evening. It has been an hour since the wave officially started and so far, the Blackwatch Oriental Military Camp was still silent as the zombies were still far from the camp.

However, even with that distance, the Oriental Blackwatch Military Camp has taken preventive measures to cull their numbers before they even get to the camp.

[You have killed Goliath!]

[Reward: 65,000,000 gold coins, 1,200,000 experience points!]

[User: Richard Gonzales

Health: 100/100

Age: 21

Level: 32

Available Skill Points: 4

Skills: Weapon Proficiency Level 2, Melee Proficiency Level 2, Driving Proficiency Level 2. Tactical Mastery Level 1.

Experience points: 7,741,456/8,091,124

Current gold balance: 165,201,000]

Looking back, Richard had prioritized the Tactical Mastery over the combat skills due to the nature of the combat. Since he was the commander-in-chief, he would rarely go out of the camp and fight the zombies at the frontlines. But now that he had acquired a new fighting suit, it was time to invest those skill points into combat-oriented abilities.

With that, he invested all of his available points into Melee Proficiency skills. But it didn't level. The reason is, he was one skill point short to increase the level to 3.

No matter, he thought. Once the zombie mobs draw nearer to the Oriental, earning that extra skill point wouldn't be a problem.

Speaking of the mob, Richard has just eliminated one of the Goliath with the Warthogs and the AC-130 aircraft.

"Air assets are truly overpowered in this kind of situation," Richard commented.

"You couldn't have said it better, sir," Mark agreed, joining Richard at the command center. "The use of air power has given us a significant advantage against these hordes. It keeps our ground forces safer and makes these Goliaths manageable."

Richard nodded, his eyes scanning the monitors displaying various angles of the camp's perimeter. "Good thing that our camp is heavily fortified. Now, where are those mutated zombies?"

"There is one Juggernaut approaching from the north," Mark replied, pointing at the certain monitor screen.

Richard walked forward and checked the display closely. There he saw the Juggernaut, the variant that killed Lisa's best friends and what he considered his little sisters. When they broke the news to the parents, they were shocked and then overwhelmed with grief. It was truly a hard sight to see parents crying to the point he couldn't help but feel affected.

He clenched his fist, wanting to exact revenge on them.

"This one is mine," Richard declared as he turned around and walked away.

Mark and Sara exchanged glances and then Sara walked in front of Richard, stopping him in his tracks.

"Sir...you have seen the capabilities of that mutated monster. It's dangerous to fight it in close combat."

"I know, which is why I'm going to command Mark here to call an airstrike on its surroundings. I want the herds that are marching along with the Juggernaut, killed. That way, it's one versus one."

When Richard said that, he tried passing by her, but Sara grabbed his arm.

"Sara, let go of my arm," Richard said sternly.

"Sir, if this is about Lisa's classmates, I understand your need for revenge, but don't let it cloud your judgment," Sara cautioned, her grip firm on Richard's arm.

Richard paused, then nodded slightly. "I appreciate your concern, Sara, but this is something I need to do. This suit I wear, I must test it in a real combat scenario. Having it fired by small arms to heavy arms is not enough. This may look like revenge to you...which it probably is...but also this is a test for the suit. Don't worry, I won't throw my life away that easily. After all, this camp depended on me. If I am gone, this camp will cease to exist. It won't be able to operate, and most likely, my sister is going to be sad..."

"Sir...we have been killed using our aircraft equipped with conventional weapons, do you really have to go?"

"You are so persistent and very talkative..." Richard said.

"That's because I'm worried," Sara replied with a hint of frustration in her voice.

Richard pressed a small button underneath the cheekbone part of the helmet suit. With his face now visible, he stepped closer to Sara. There was a softness in his eyes that contrasted with the stern commander the camp knew him as.

"Then let me ease that worry of yours."

Suddenly, Sara found herself getting pulled closer to Richard and her lips met his in a brief, unexpected kiss.

The staffers inside the command center, Mark and Graves gasped at the unexpected sight. To think that Richard would do something like that in the spur of the moment is unthinkable. But now they are seeing it, and the room fell into a brief silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the ongoing conflict outside.

Richard stepped back, his face serious again. "I'll be back, Sara. That's a promise," he said, before reactivating his helmet to cover his face once more.

"Y-Yes..." Sara stammered.

Richard flickered his gaze to the two. "Keep things running here. I'm counting on you both."

Mark nodded, still a bit surprised by the scene he just witnessed. "Understood, sir. We'll hold the fort."

Graves, regaining his composure, added, "We've got this, sir. Be careful out there."

With a final nod, Richard reactivated his full helmet and left the command center. n-)0velbIn

***

The time was ten thirty in the evening, the date was the same. Richard just arrived at the streets where the Juggernaut and its minion of zombies were marching. The moment they caught sight of him, they roared and rushed towards him.

"Do it," Richard signaled.

Suddenly—the sky was lit with tracer rounds as the Boeing AH-64 Apache swooped in, its guns blazing. The zombies, caught off guard, were quickly decimated by the powerful onslaught from above. The Juggernaut, however, managed to withstand the initial attack, its massive form still advancing towards Richard.

A Hydra 70 missile was fired from the Apache, causing explosions nearby that completely eradicated the pawns.

"Thank you for the assist," Richard said through his radio.

"No problem, Eagle. If you ever need help, don't hesitate to call us," Mark said.

"Now..." Richard clenched his fist, the suit hummed ominously. "Let's test if I can survive this one-on-one fight against this monster."