How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 11. Everyone does their best in their respective positions (4)

“Your father is the head of the syndicate?”

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Cassandra shook her head at my question.

“He was one of the founders and leaders, but not anymore. He’s been dead for a long time.

The death was sudden, and the other founders shared their deceased father’s shares. It was written like that in the will he had written in advance. After all, few parents would tell their only daughter to become the head of a criminal organization for generations.

Even Cassandra didn’t want to become a woman in the underworld. She’s so dim. In her place, her father bequeathed something else to Cassandra. “Money, debt, and sin.”

She tried to ask what it meant to inherit sin.

But she couldn’t because Cassandra broke her handle. Whether there were cars or people, the car ahead drove roughly. Surprised passers-by jumped to the side of the road and cars stopped suddenly and cursed, but they paid no heed.

In the end, we reached a place that was not a road. It was a shame because the ride height was high. If it had been a little lower, the body of the car would have been scratched by the curb. The car in front moved straight ahead, trampling on the park grass, followed by our car and the car behind.

Soon, an eight-lane road appeared before my eyes. The preceding vehicle jumped straight into the road. Looking at the signs along the way, I felt like I knew where I was going.

A hub connected to the highway on the outskirts of Hampton. I think I’m thinking of taking the highway.

The gate to District 4 is behind us. Urgent alerts that other gates were blocked were sent via radio and cell phone messages. The lane on the other side looked crowded with more and more cars, but our lane was pretty quiet.

“Big. “Now that I think about it, you said you had a lot of money and a lot of houses.”

At that time, it was just a story passed through one ear.

“Yes. But that has nothing to do with the syndicate. “It’s Cassandra’s, not theirs.”

“Isn’t there some kind of contact with the syndicate?”

“Nothing. Cassandra has no stake in the syndicate and has no rights, responsibilities or obligations. She doesn’t really care about Cassandra there either.

However, the reason the Syndicate is trying to do something to Cassandra is because of her debt to her father. Gratitude, longing, grace. Whatever it was. I’m just trying to repay Cassandra for what I wanted to do to her father. “That’s it.”

They take what is practical, but they do not treat it lightly. Cassandra seems to have had a great deal of influence from her father.

“Then what about the clerks at the jewelry store?”

“They are a little different. It’s true that they were part of the syndicate, but they were people who had been working at our mansion for generations. Secretary, butler, gardener.”

Camila groaned from behind.

“That custom still remains in Erza? “I thought she was gone.”

“It’s true that it disappeared from Erza. My family was originally an aristocratic family from Römer. “I was uprooted during my grandfather’s generation and pushed out as Elsa, and when I tried to take root again during my father’s generation, I was uprooted again.”

Even in the midst of all this, these servants have remained loyal for generations. As someone who grew up in a democratic country, I didn’t quite understand it.

Rather than loyalty, I think it would be better to say inertia. If it is a power that has been passed down through generations, what is its inertia?

He asked a question in a sharp voice, as if he was thinking of Camilla.

“What is your relationship with Fernando?”

“Fernando, the manager of Continental, worked in the finance department of the power generation company owned by his father. “When he was young, he had a lot of hair and was very handsome.”

“I heard he was the finance manager of a power generation company. Was that true?”

“I don’t even know the position. I’m sure it was the finance department. “My father was very pleased.”

“Then your father was the president of a power company or something like that?”

Ask a question.

“It was a bit bigger than that, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Camilla, who was quietly listening to Cassandra’s story, placed her rifle on her leg. It seems that she was somewhat convinced and relaxed her guard a little.

“It seems your father was loved a lot by the syndicate people.”

“Yes. He used money to tame scammers, murderers, robbers, and people who didn’t commit crimes but had anti-social tendencies and didn’t hesitate to trample on others to achieve their own goals. “Among them, there are people who treat their own family terribly.”

Camilla could not hide her shock. It was a strange condition even for me to hear.

“Big. “The conditions for joining the company are a bit unusual.”

“My father didn’t want a person, but a dog that was obedient. Dogs who have gone crazy. However, even if he is crazy, he still cares about his family. He said that any dog that bites anyone should be shot and killed, and he did just that.

Even if it is a criminal organization, it is a group life, and my father’s theory was that there should be at least a minimum of socialization.

The most basic unit of socialization is the family, and he also said that you can tell whether a person is a promising person or not by looking at what he does to his family. So think about it. What can dogs do that have lost their owners? “I stick out my tongue and gasp in front of the gravestone.”

“That’s cynical.”

“To my father, everyone was a dog. You and even your daughter. “A dog that flips its belly and gasps only for its owner.”

“Who was the owner?”

“Römer.”

“Römer?!”

Camilla reacted sharply. However, despite her continued urging, Cassandra showed no particular reaction. She didn’t ask Camilla any more questions, but she still spoke sharply.

“Okay. If you don’t want to say it, don’t say it. But why does she keep calling herself in the third person? “Cassandra, Cassandra, isn’t even a baby.”

“Oh, that’s…” “

Cassandra was thinking about something and shook her head again.

“It has to be like that.”

Oh, this is a bit of a dangerous way to speak. As I listened, I felt like I would get angry without realizing it, so I cut it off.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, right? Good. Okay. Last question, you talked about research. She also said she knew a place. “Can you tell me where it is?”

“Research itself can be done anywhere as long as there is electricity and running water. Not only Cybele’s research facilities, but also universities, corporate private research institutes, and even large general hospitals. General hospitals also have their own analysis centers.

However, those places are near the city center and are very dangerous. The place I know is a bit special. “It’s quite far from the Hamptons.”

“Is there a place like that? “Where is the area?”

“Sammarano suburb.”

Samarano. I don’t think I’ll remember it or not. What was there? There is a field, a river, and another field. But no matter how much I think about it, the only thing that comes to mind is ruins.

“Wasn’t that just a wheat and corn farm? There is a large ranch and a wind turbine that operates a bit. But you’re doing research there?”

Camilla also seems quite curious. But Cassandra nodded her head vigorously, as if she were confident.

“Yes. “That’s right.”

Samarano is actually a worthless area.

Unless you’re going to gather zombies in the yellow grass and play with them. Above all, you can find many more valuable things in the surrounding cities and towns.

It is said that it is an erijicton protocol where you can lose everything with one mistake, but there are bound to be people extracting content in the meantime.

Survive for over 100 days with a single hunting knife, live in extreme terrain filled with zombies, etc. However, Sammarano is a worthless place where even such content cannot be extracted.

This is because there was nothing left after being hit by the bombing. Some kind of enemy had defeated the area, and everything, including the land and roads, was in shambles. It seemed like the bombers had poured a lot of water into it.

Because it was isolated from the main road, users even said, ‘It looks like the land was set aside to build something later.’ After all, there needs to be empty land like that to instill anticipation.

But, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Samarano was not a place where something came in, but a place where something ‘was’. At least that’s what Cassandra says.

“… “What kind of laboratory is there there?”

“One of the cultured meat research facilities is there. Although it was secretly placed under the name of the Livestock Promotion Center, it is actually a facility that conducts research on cultured meat. “Most of the Elsa people love the traditional way of raising livestock, and that’s why they hate cultured meat, which is artificially produced.”

Meat Research Institute.

I don’t know much about research, but any place that studies living things seems like a good place for Cassandra. But the problem is that I don’t know anything about that place.

I know what happens to that place later. But I don’t know ‘what it was like’ before that. However, there is no doubt that the cultured meat lab was extremely dangerous and had to be destroyed, even by bombing.

“Uh, Cassandra? “It’s safe, right?”

A cautious question.

“Yes. It’s 100% safe. As long as it doesn’t leak, you’ll be fine. “You don’t have to worry because you can inspect it from outside.”

“… Leakage?”

It’s a leak. Isn’t that a word used for radioactive substances or chemicals? And the word ‘leak’ is mostly associated with large-scale accidents.

“Yes. “It doesn’t matter as long as the virus doesn’t leak.”

“What on earth are you doing there?”

“The cells are grown in a culture medium injected with a virus. By the way, it’s not the Cro virus. Above all, you can’t make cultured meat with Cro virus. So canned artificial zombie meat is impossible. “Trash.”

I looked back at Camilla. Camilla seemed to think the same thing as me.

“Hey, over there. Cassandra. “How do you know that?”

“Because I tried it.”

“Why did you experiment with something like that?”

“Because I want to heal.”

Cassandra asked back as if she was saying something obvious, and Camilla, who was embarrassed, buried her body in her sheet and chewed her fist. Cassandra soothed in a quiet voice.

“It didn’t happen. There’s nothing to worry about in advance. Rather, I need to think about getting out of here first. “There’s already a chase team set up.”

I heard a siren. You can hear it from all directions, front, left, and right. A black shadow covered the car and passed by. It was a helicopter.

It was not a combat helicopter that I saw in Rambert. It was a small helicopter for reconnaissance and surveillance. But in some ways, it is more threatening than a combat helicopter. Because it keeps telling me the location.

Soon, the preceding vehicle left the road. I walked through a park where the grass had been planted with great care. As we crossed the park parking lot, Cassandra’s cell phone rang. Again, it was a short call.

“They say the stupid military police are on the move again. They seem to have formed a siege around the gate of District 4 and are coming this way in a hurry. Of course it was too late. We can’t catch it.

But the helicopter overhead is really annoying. They say an attack helicopter might come flying in, so I think I’ll have to go back and forth around Hampton City for a bit. “You just have to pass between districts 17, 18, and 19.”

Duung.

A dull explosion was heard. I could see a small cloud of dust rising from the other side.

Part of the fence that separated the inner and outer parts of Hampton was blown up with C4. Part of the reinforced concrete wall collapsed completely. Thanks to the vehicle’s thick tires, it was able to pass over building debris without difficulty.

The signboard ‘District 17’ was clearly visible.

“Okay, now let’s go into the street… ?”

It was then.

Wheeing! Weeing! Weeing! Motorcycles poured out from all over the building. It was a military police motorcycle. Some also have sidecars. They were armed as if it were a given.

“Huh, how?!”

Cassandra was embarrassed. The military police in the sidecar were armed with rifles, as if it were a given. I quickly looked around the back of the vehicle.

A military police motorcycle was running at a breakneck speed behind the trailing vehicle. The trailing vehicle tried to stop the vehicle from moving forward by moving left and right on the road, but it followed along quite persistently.

“Ah! Ah!”

Is there a microphone inside the helmet? The sound of human speech poured out from the speakers mounted on the motorcycle.

“Stop immediately the three vehicles with their license plates obscured. “Stop immediately the three vehicles with their license plates obscured.”

It’s a woman’s voice. Where have you heard so many times?

“… That.” “That voice.”

Camilla and Cassandra answered at the same time. There may have been no way to hear it, but the woman on the motorcycle continued speaking as if she was responding. The sound of those words was clearly audible than the sirens of nearby motorcycles.

“The main office is Virginia Helford, commander of the Special Mission Group of the Elsa 8th National Military Police Corps. You are now driving illegally. Immediately pull over and stop. Slow down and stop according to the hand signals of nearby military police. “If you do not comply, we will shoot immediately.”

The leading car rushed forward, emitting a beast-like exhaust sound. Cassandra also stepped on her gas pedal. Her body jerked backwards. I rolled down the window and pointed the muzzle of my M4 carbine outside.