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.

"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."

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