How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 4. Lambert Drive (6)

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Unlike the tumultuous villages, the factory area was filled with strange silence. Only the radio that fell to the floor spits out an urgent noise as if trying to wake up the fallen owner.

– … Notice from factory 9 trillion, notice from factory 9 trillion! You are under attack! They look well trained! Repeat, attack… !

– No, the village is the problem? What do you mean by factory? The guests haven’t arrived yet?

– The gangsters are spinning in the wasteland! Judging by the more sand dust in the distance, it looks like it’s waiting for augmentation!

Camilla pressed her full lips together. Her situation was not unusual. She knew that the auction was going to take place, but for her customers to ‘reinforce’ their forces and go, it would be tantamount to an armed demonstration.

– Command, Command! Drop your order! You’re being beaten on both sides!

Turning down her walkie-talkie, Camilla quickly gave instructions. All the liberators pulled out their pistols. She equipped a Locke 9mm automatic pistol with a silencer and laser pointer.

Since you’ve already been discovered, you should put a little more emphasis on speed than stealth. Moreover, factories have fewer blind spots than forests, so it takes longer and is more dangerous to make a roundabout raid like now. The use of firearms is inevitable.

Pioneering.

Uh, two quick shots in the leg of the gangster who lifts his gun. The man next to him waited for Gang to kneel and shot him in the head.

A gang member patrolling hears a scream and shoots. Random suppression shooting. Camilla puts her hand on his shoulder. A colleague next to her takes one shot to the neck and one to the head.

Two-in-one. One incapacitates, the other suffocates. To avoid wasting bullets, do not shoot at areas protected by body armor.

The liberation members who quickly broke through each floor finally reached the rooftop. Three chimneys stood tall in succession. It’s a meeting place There were a lot of spiral staircases, but not so much that I couldn’t climb them.

While men and women with shotguns and submachine guns stood guard, Camilla and her man with her rifle quickly climbed the chimney.

Of course, there was no bag.

“That guy named V tricked us. Or it came and went. It’s like someone who’s going to step on it with their feet and blow it up and kill it.”

Camilla slumped on her floor, lamenting. She cursed herself, but her man with her rifle told Camilla that if she did that she would get a reward, she wondered for a moment.

It’s not quite delusional. Before the war, she majored in artistic swimming at the University of Physical Education and worked as a fashion magazine model as a side job. Now, Camilla is a model for Elsa Liberation Front Propaganda.

Even so, few people recognize Camilla. Even when she stands in line in front of a food pantry in a big city, no one recognizes her.

That was her charm. Depending on the angle she was shot, the clothes she wore, the wig and glasses she wore, etc., She always looked like a different person. She is a person who hides herself and reveals the charm of what she wears. She’s a designer’s favorite type of model.

Just hearing the word reminds me of a femme fatale or a spy who uses beauty. In fact, she used to worry about that even at Elza’s Liberation Headquarters.

However, the role of ‘Fulcrum’, a high-level infiltration agent belonging to the government or leadership of Elza and stealing information, has been passed on to someone else. She is a woman who hides such charm under a black balaclava, she is sullen.

The rifle man took out her cell phone and took pictures around the empty place. She is obeying Hans’ order, ‘She will go to the meeting place and, if not, bring proof that she was not there.’

Even so, he gave her comfort.

“It’s rather a good thing. Sister. I hated the bag bombing. No matter how much you set an example for Römer’s henchmen, innocent people will inevitably be harmed in the end.”

Camilla also took out her cell phone and took a picture of her. She also took pictures of the border with a cell phone she had received from her personnel.

It would be perfect if all four returned alive, but if not, at least one person would have to live to deliver it.

Taking pictures of her, Camilla replied in a low voice.

“… It’s Hans’ order. More importantly, it is the decision of the Elsa Liberation Team.”

“Sister Camilla should have been the leader. Hans is completely moody and selfish… “

“Let’s not say that. Hans is also carrying a lot of things. I know what you mean, but between us… The story. It hurts.”

A naive and upright personality to the point of being frustrating at times. He is a fox on the outside, but a bear on the inside. That was Camilla.

She loves only Elza, her country, and like people who fall in love, she doesn’t care. Even if she sees 99 flaws, if there is one thing to gain, she is a blind woman who is good at everything else.

“I’m sorry. Sister.”

“… No. Sorry. I couldn’t be cool Get down first.”

I will cover you, so he meant to leave quickly. The rifle man walked quickly down the stairs. Camilla looked around her through her binoculars.

The Lambert gang was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the body of a gun protruding from each post caught her eyes. It seems to have switched to a base defense system.

Probably, it’s because of the Rider Gang spinning around in that wasteland.

The size has definitely increased. Judging from the dust cloud on the other side, it seems that the reserve unit that was concealed nearby is joining the main unit when the situation turns strange.

‘That’s a fire truck.’

A fire truck with an iron plate. It is something you will never forget.

Water cannons spraying tear gas did not extinguish the house lights, but extinguished the cries of the demonstrators who were trying to establish an independent government in Elzaman. They fired high-pressure sprayers that could easily penetrate the thin wooden walls of houses, and fired directly at the protesters.

Those who oppressed the citizens even when the world was fine are now becoming gangs and plundering at will. I wanted to pick up a gun and shoot him right away.

Thump. The iron stairs rang. It was a signal to come down. Camilla came to her senses. She took one last look around the wasteland.

‘… What is that?’

On the distant horizon, I saw something strange. Sand is dust

It wasn’t the high sand dust that occurs when a vehicle passes by. It was low and long. Enough to cover the horizon. It was like a wave coming from a calm sea.

Unnatural.

Is the wind blowing strong? No. Regardless of the direction of the wind, a certain artificiality was felt. The more I looked at it, the more bizarre and reluctant it became.

But I can’t see it very well. Bang bang! The stairs cry. This is a signal to come down quickly. Looking at the horizon, Camilla quickly ran down the stairs.

Camilla and her rifle man returned the phones to their respective owners.

“Are there still many bullets left?”

“I did use some pistol ammo, but I have plenty of rifle ammo. About three magazines.”

It was the same for the other two. It’s just the right amount for small engagements. Camilla instructed everyone to butt her head.

“Okay. Comrades As you might have guessed, the bag retrieval failed. A guy named V fed us water. Originally, we would have switched to a slave rescue operation here. But the circumstances.”

What I wanted to say was conveyed just by tapping the radio. Things are changing rapidly. The fact that the bike gang has gathered that much means that there is a high possibility that it will escalate into an all-out war.

At least one gang is going to disintegrate before today. Even in this situation, should we infiltrate the depths to save the hostages who do not know where they are?

“I am the opposite. It is too risky.”

The man with the shotgun objected.

“I agree. The suffering Elza people are over there, how can you leave them alone? Gang fights can be an opportunity.”

The woman with the submachine gun shook her head. However, the man with the rifle hesitated a little.

“Sister. I’d rather give orders. Because it is comfortable.”

The other two men and women nodded to her man’s suggestion.

“Like Hans?”

Everyone giggled at Camilla’s joke. Camilla laughed and shook her head.

“No. I’m not giving orders. We are all comrades, all comrades are the same. I just wanted to hear your thoughts.”

“Then don’t give orders.”

A woman with a submachine gun was given to the village. As Camilla looked at her with her puzzled eyes, she smiled lightly.

“Instead, please decide. Sister. I can’t help but feel dissatisfied, but I’m more happy that unnie listens to our opinions.”

“Me too. Sister.”

“Me too, sister.”

Camilla lowered her head.

“… You guys live for the fun of torturing me, don’t you? Knowing that this is the hardest choice for me to make… “

The radio still simmered with static. The three members looked at Camilla with her loving eyes. A troubled fighter. It’s frustrating, but that’s why it’s a more attractive mental support.

“As expected, I guess.”

Camilla closed her eyes and swallowed her dry saliva.

– … Main! Again, situation arises!

A shrill voice rang from the walkie-talkie. Camilla cautiously turned up her volume, as if trying to avoid an uncomfortable situation.

– Slave group escape! I repeat, slave group escape!

– Hey, you assholes! What did the slaves do to run away!

– Change the frequency! Change to patrol frequency! The radio has been stolen! I repeat, don’t listen to orders…

Support positions.

The communication was cut off. Frequency has changed.

“… Who is Camilla? What the hell is going on, this?”

“Let’s go find someone!”

Camilla exclaimed. The liberation team members ran down the stairs in unison.

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Near the Lambert apple warehouse.

She hung her gun on the wall mount and hung her shoe or sandbag on the trigger. If you run out of the building and hold your breath in a nearby place, the slowly pulled trigger will go off.

Then, those hiding like moles open fire on the empty house. Grasp the position of the muzzle flame, and sneak up behind you.

He picks up his .22 Caliber rifle, takes aim, and shoots.

“What!”

The guy at the post is disgusted by the bullet that missed over his shoulder. Did he miss? No. Got it right.

“Aagh!”

I didn’t shoot that guy in the back of the head over here, it was because he pierced the forehead of that guy far away.

“I told you not to shoot, you bastards!”

Screams and hides behind.

Fire from the other post to this one. They mobilize walkie-talkies and loudspeakers to shout all kinds of negative language, but there is no way to stop those who have already turned their eyes.

Shoots go back and forth between the two guard posts. The guard post over there is quiet, but in this one one person is chattering. Pull the trigger and let go. Footstep. Lean on the corner and show your palms.

“Here! It’s here! There’s a guy here! I’m stationed at the post! Be careful!”

A kind warning. My friends from the Lambert gang quickly pulled me back as I stumbled, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. He shoots bullets at the back of the head and neck of the friends he is grateful for.

I am alone. Less majority? No problem. Troops can be ‘borrowed’.

In fact, if their faith and bond were strong, the unsavory incident of shooting each other with the same gang members would not have happened.

Wherever you are, the French anti-terror unit shoots a .357 Caliber into the chest of a comrade wearing a body armor as a declaration ceremony. The courage to give my heart to a comrade. Trust in your equipment.

They didn’t have that, so they came to this conclusion. It’s understandable that he made such a fuss over one mistake, at the gang level.

– Identify and shoot, you assholes! You’re still being swayed!

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That’s why I’m saying that you shouldn’t do this over the radio.