How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 4. Lambert Drive (8)

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Just as an adult wrestler stands out among elementary school students, the newly built village hall stands out in Lambert.

Of course, it wasn’t built by the poor Elsa government. It was built by Cybele in exchange for a cultured meat processing plant in a poor rural village whose main industry is dairy farming and livestock farming.

The contribution that the local government of Elza has made for the development of the region is indescribable. To some extent, it was to the extent that Cybele gave civil service cards to private security companies and factory employees who had been put into the factory.

Those who stood guard with guns became police officers, administrative staff became administrative officials, line workers became technical civil servants, and volunteer fire brigade became full-time firefighters.

Of course, it was not Aung-sik blindfolded, and it went through rigorous verification. In particular, the examination of the fire brigade was more stringent, to the extent that pass or fail was made depending on whether or not someone knew how to operate a powder fire extinguisher.

Everyone in Lambert was happy, except for some shepherds who were shot to death. As I lived, I hugged and was happy that the day to become a full-time civil servant had come.

Until it is declared a non-human reserve.

They themselves were well aware that they were civil servants at Lambert and that they would become bottomless wanderers if they left here. So they couldn’t give up Lambert.

The boldest of them all was the head of the police department. Muttering incomprehensible words about wanting to be cool like a sewer rat rather than being a lower class citizen in a big city, he summoned all the police forces.

I don’t know how that happened. Maybe he did it because he was drunk, or maybe his head was a little broken while listening to old songs and drinking hallucinogens.

So what happened, he surrounded the police chief’s house to the enthusiastic applause of all the police and put in a burning gas canister himself.

Because the police chief was not a ‘Lambertian’, but a public official dispatched by the central government.

“Lambert! It’s ours! Live here! Die here!”

Puffpong, he shouted as he turned his back on the chief’s burning house.

Under the leadership of the department head, the police unite as one. Thanks to this, he won the resistance against prominent neighboring gangs such as the fire department gang, the city hall-court-sanitation worker union, the Kibele factory labor union, and the Lambert Explosive Explosive Legend Angel Association, and became the owner of the town hall.

Therefore, it is extenuating the circumstances for the head of police department Lambert to scratch his stomach while drunk. In the first place, he has no crisis management skills. He simply ruled with coercion and violence.

But he is also an ordinary human who longs for love. He grieved at his ruined hometown.

A beautiful village that allowed me to end my life as a prodigal son and live as a faithful public servant. This friendly hometown that made him like ‘him’ is being trampled on and trampled on, but he can’t do anything.

“hehehe. hehehe hee hee hee why why me… Why me… Why? Why?”

Puff! Again, something exploded. The flames spread in all directions. The clamor of the walkie-talkies intensifies, but the number of people answering calls is gradually decreasing.

I thought it must be because of the auditory hallucinations that have gotten worse lately, so I changed the frequency to patrol, but it didn’t change.

“What kind of bastard? No, who are they? Please tell me why Why are you giving me such hardship? Why. What did i do wrong… No, no, it’s not that much of a mistake, is it? My life… my life! Aagh!”

But there is another thing that is more terrifying. Lambert’s abuse is only the beginning.

Isn’t the fire station-city hall-courthouse-sanitation worker-factory worker-Lambert Angel Union gang gathering in the wilderness, blowing dust like drained blonde hair?

“Stop. Please stop. Now more… No more… That means Lambert is broken… !”

But he is also a man. As he poured half a bottle of whiskey into his stomach, a shy masculine man poked his head out.

“Rambert… it’s mine I can’t give it to anyone… “

Gold plated. 357 Revolver and stand like a man. His hamstrings tingle when he stands up. He sits down and stands up once, but that doesn’t diminish his manliness. The department head grabbed the microphone.

“Delivered from command.”

His voice was still full of dignity.

“You idiots. It was a lot of work. I have no regrets in this life. I hope you do too. Since you guys have heads too, can you see that a storm is coming? I don’t think I can avoid this.”

It’s quiet for some reason. He used to curse like that normally. A shadow fell over the head of the department. Okay. Everyone goes like this. Laughing sadly, he continued his orders.

“This is the last command. Except for the crew near the town hall, do not move from the base. Shoot everything in sight.

Don’t let the storm take you away. Resist. Rage, Rage, Rage again. When at last the wrath was reaped from Lambert’s sky. See you under the clear sky. End of delivery.”

– Roger Razer.

– Uncompromising.

– Pay off your debt, damn it.

– This has been an interesting life.

As if I heard beautiful music somewhere, the department head danced like a ballerina. His belly fat wavy like a miniskirt, but at that moment he was happier than anyone else.

So he went to the stage called the plaza.

Motorcycles, cars, and vans were advancing all at once. A familiar fire engine was also seen. Liquid dripped from the water cannons that bobbed from the crane.

He waited, thinking it was oddly f*cked up. 120 People? 150 People? Maybe more than that. Anyway, one thing is for sure that those guys are desperate too. Those guys also risked their lives in this attack.

Now, it’s a battle of who is more desperate.

“Aren’t you the head of the department? Are you clear?”

The former fire chief got off. A modified fire ax was slung over his shoulder.

“It’s on fire. Excuse me.”

I can see the former secretary, too. He is an unlucky guy who dares to bring up a story that everyone else knows and pretends to be proud.

“What is it? Head of department, have you closed your business? A slave auction.”

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The union leader putting his hand between his clothes and scratching somewhere.

“….”

Even a stupid guy who is smoking a cigarette without saying anything. A glossy leather jumper with a flaming skull printed on it reads, ‘I think. Therefore, it exists.’ Why did you write it down?

“You worked hard to come.”

The head of the department opened his arms.

“But there was an unavoidable situation. I think it will take some time. So, why don’t you get some sleep at home and come back?”

“… Are you kidding me now?”

“Of course, these are not empty words. Hey, let’s talk about the factory area. Grab a box of canned food and go.”

“Canned cultured Kybele meat? I won’t hesitate to give it to you, but let me ask you one question. Why is this sh*t?”

Everyone looked at the department head. The department head sighed and waved his revolver at the sky. He sparkled that was the signal The elite members of the Lambert gang waiting around aimed their guns.

“Because the zombies are in.”

“Sounds crazy.”

Everyone giggled and shook their shoulders. Even the binge-watching angel.

“Oops. Is there anyone who doesn’t know that our department head is working hard on quarantine because he’s afraid of zombies? It’s to the point of dripping even in his sleep. Did you not even see a shadow of a zombie on the way here?”

“Right. Did you work very hard? It’s very solid. There are only corpses piled up there. All the zombies in the world have come here, right?”

The head of the department was about to say something. Until I heard explosions, gunshots, and screams again. Gunshots were now heard from all directions. The impact sound of the vehicle suddenly moving and crashing into something was also vivid.

“… Older brother. I’m saying this out of loyalty from my days in the mercenary corps, but just give it to us, Lambert. Everything will be destroyed, like this.”

The fire chief calmed her gently.

“We are here to help you. What zombies are setting the town on fire? And over there, a dark smokey place. It’s a gas station over there. Say it. Are you being attacked?”

Seo Ki-bo pointed out. The department head laughed. The eyes were empty.

“… Even if it wasn’t for the gas station explosion, it went well enough, that’s it.”

“What?”

“No. No, Seo Ki-bo. By the way, our firefighter brother. I’m not a brother by blood, but since we share blood, I’ll make one confession.”

“Why are you holding so much weight?”

The fire chief asked, sweeping his goosebumps down his arm.

“When you were arrested. I mean, the time when I was caught selling drugs while going from house to house to check fire extinguishers. I had fun with your wife.”

“I knew.”

“Really?”

“I knew before I was arrested. I’m not angry. I was a bit frustrated I worked hard for my family, but I came out with a very pretty face at my older brother’s house who said he was on vacation. But thanks to my older brother, my family is maintained like this, thank you.”

“Didn’t your wife suddenly die not long after you were released from prison?”

“So that’s what I’m talking about. It’s all over, brother. He’s more loyal than I look.”

But the head of the department hesitated. Like a man, I wanted to tell him everything along the way. Like confessing sins to a priest.

“Hey, actually, there’s one more.”

“… What is it again?”

“Your sister-in-law.”

The fire chief’s face was distorted.

“… Yes?”

“Your sister-in-law said that the left breast was a little bigger than the right. It was better than when I was with you. Do you like running your fingers all the way down your back? Try it when you get back.”

“Hey, you bastard!”

“That’s cheating.”

The head of the department pulled the trigger. The fire chief collapsed. The second Lambert Gang War began with the signal of tearing laughter.

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The alley behind the bank.

I heard the sound of tires rubbing. A bike came out through the black smoke. The M4 is fired in short bursts and cuts. The front wheel of the bike broke.

As if only you had to live, the bike that fell forward sent its owner into the air. Rider, who flew like a bullet, passed me and shattered the window of the house. I barely got my body caught on the window frame, but it wriggled a lot and didn’t move.

But I couldn’t see his end. It was because the bike belonged to the owner and charged into the Lambert gang post. The people at the guard post were surprised and tried to jump out, but boom. Explode

A humvee popped out from the side. It was an item that had been thrown away while installing an M2 machine gun. There seemed to be no one alive except the driver and the gunner, but they shouted something and fired machine guns in all directions as they passed by.

“Whoa.”

It’s a bit like the Erysic Tone protocol I know now. Total mess. A tail-to-tail shooting. Embers flying here and there, and the acrid smell. A bitter taste that can be felt all over the tongue.

Wriggling.

“Oops.”

The rider has a seizure. Kekek, kkeok, and then drooped again. It’s like having a bad dream.

Two hand grenades were tucked around his waist. There’s no way it’s comfortable to sleep on your stomach wearing something like that.

“You’re lucky.”

I picked up two grenades and a piece of stone that had fallen on the ground. He tossed a stone into the bank and shouted, “It’s a grenade!”

“Aagh!”

I heard the sound of falling over in confusion. Again, there are people. I pulled out the safety pin, loosened her handle, squeezed it again, and snapped it. Count two and toss it in the direction you heard the sound.

Overdrinking. Scream. A scream that lasts quite a long time. It seems that people are still there. The other grenade also ‘snapped’, counted one, two, and threw it. Oh, there was a sound, then it became quiet.

I jumped lightly through the window and entered the bank lobby. I deliberately made a sound, but no one raised their head.

I jumped over the reception desk and entered the hallway for bank employees. It was empty. The outside sounds are deafening. Because of the sound insulation. This is why the voice should not come out during conversations with VIP customers.

But that was the second problem. The important thing was that the door was slightly open. Shouldn’t that be locked?