Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

Chapter 220 Change of Plans?

[Congratulations! You have killed 5,235,519 zombies. You have gained 10,471,038,000 gold coins and 837,683,040 experience points]

[Your Updated Stats!]

[User: Richard Gonzales

Health: 100/100

Age: 22

Level: 48

Available Skill Points: 6

Skills: Weapon Proficiency Level 3, Melee Proficiency Level 3, Driving Proficiency Level 2, Tactical Mastery Level 2, Pilot Mastery Level 1.

Experience points: 1,372,560,240/1,825,132,666

Gold balance: 17,751,387,890]

Looking at his updated stats, Richard clicked his tongue. "So it's going to take two or three billion experience points to get to level 50?"

He firmly believed that by reaching level 50, he would unlock a new set of futuristic technology or units because reaching that level is a sort of achievement or milestone. But still, a significant leap on one nuclear strike alone, just like the three, but this strike yielded more.

Richard looked at his clock, it was nearing six o'clock in the evening and the sun was beginning to set. He realized the day had flown by with their intense focus on the mission. Rubbing his temples, he took a deep breath and addressed the command center.

"Okay, team…we have been working since morning, launching missiles at China and recently, Bangladesh. I think we deserve a break after this long job. It was a good haul on gold coins and experience points. We will continue farming tomorrow and hope that I reach level 50 or more."

That's right, Richard wanted to level up more and see the level cap on his system, which is not yet clear to him. Is it 100 level max or does it go beyond that? These were questions lingering in his mind ever since the month he got the system.

He stood up from his chair, stretching his arms. "Let's call it a day, everyone. Make sure to secure all systems and keep a passive watch on the satellite feeds. We can't afford any surprises."

"Well, sir, if you want a great haul on another day, you might as well continue the nuclear strike in three to five days," Sara suggested. "It would be inefficient if we simply bought nuclear arsenals and the delivery systems every time we fired. Setting up the platform alone takes a considerable amount of time."

Richard considered Sara's suggestion. She was exactly right, their performance was inefficient due to him doing that.

"Well…it won't hurt to take a break a day or two," Richard conceded, nodding in agreement with Sara's logic.

"Are we still going to Pakistan?" Graves, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

"In two day's time," Richard said. "But it might get pushed forward because who knows, we might get better equipment at level 50."

"It's not that I'm rushing or anything, Richard. It's just that you may forget about what we planned on using the nukes of other nations, especially when you have billions of gold coins in your account. Like would it really be necessary to go out of the country when we can purchase a lot of it?"

Hearing Graves's reasoning, Richard contemplated. What Graves was saying is true. Before planning this nuke farming, they were short of gold coins and even though they anticipated that they'd get a huge haul from nuking densely populated cities, the gold coins he has now is more than enough to purchase 100 of them. So there's no point in going to another country—or is there?"

"We have a goal here Graves, and that is we want to save the human population…there may still be survivors out there hiding. If we can save them, then going abroad may be beneficial after all…because they yield five thousand gold coins. Though its value is meaningless compared to what I have today…I'm quite liking the idea of a savior of humanity."

"Hmm…in that case our first destination shouldn't be Pakistan…Let's try East Asian countries. Japan for example."

"But that's where Lin Feng is staying," Mark interjected. "Do you want us to confront a monster that is beyond our capabilities?"

"It's not like the progenitor is staying there for a long time…Look, what we need to focus on is to increase our boss's power and why is Lin Feng country hopping."

"Hmm…possibly he wants to gather more allies by turning them into superpowered zombies…Sorry, I don't have terms to describe Lin Feng's subordinates."

"That's possibly it. But we also noticed that most of his subordinates are women, young and beautiful to be exact," Graves said. "Looks like he is building a harem to me."

"Harem huh?" Richard scoffed. "He is really just a kid who has gained supernatural powers from either aliens or gods…or whatever omniscient being that is governing this universe. Well, there is a possibility that I got my powers from the same deity and decided to play. We are talking nonsense now."

"Anyways, the point is that we don't really have to go abroad because we accumulated a lot of gold coins and we can purchase the warhead and the missile from the system," Graves concluded. "What turns out to be a nuclear heist turned out to be an international rescue mission. And I don't have a problem doing it."

***

October 23rd, 2023. Eight o'clock in the evening.

At the Oriental Blackwatch Military Camp. There was a squad patrolling the perimeter of the base with their JLTV Oshkosh. The streets were eerily quiet as most of the zombies lurking nearby had already been culled.

Until—.

"Contact front…stop the car," the squad leader, sitting on the passenger side said to the driver who immediately floored the brake, causing the vehicle to come to an abrupt halt.

"What's that?" one of the squad members asked, pointing towards a shadowy figure standing in the middle of the road ahead.

The squad leader squinted to get a better view. The figure before them was a woman in a black and crimson dress. Her appearance was striking and beautiful, almost otherworldly against the ruined cityscape. Her dress was adorned with ruffles and layers.

The squad leader exited the vehicle and asked the girl. The headlight from the JLTV Oshkosh gave him a clear view of the woman. Moments later, he asked.

"Uhm…ma'am, are you hurt? There is a camp near here and we can take you."

"Is this the Blackwatch Oriental Military Camp?" the girl asked in English yet laced with a Chinese accent.

"How did you know the name of our camp?" The squad leader's brows narrowed, feeling suspicious.

"Because…I was looking for it."