After his question, a man with a stern face sitting on the right immediately spoke up:"Ridiculous! There's no way a bandit hideout can demand to operate independently. This is nothing less than a rebellious tumor. If we let them grow unchecked, it will spread like a plague, metastasizing everywhere, and no one will care about the government anymore. I believe we must immediately strike against this place to set an example for other bandit bases."His tone was as harsh as his expression, but despite its severity, it made sense, earning considerable agreement. Some suggested conducting a more thorough investigation before attacking, cautioning against being too hasty. Others proposed a surprise night attack, catching Hope Town off guard and giving them no chance to respond.The calls for an attack on Hope Town grew louder. Yosef, Valiant, and Zoran, sitting there, had faces that constantly shifted with tension. Even Richard was silently sweating. He hadn’t expected Hope Town's desire t

Previously, when they fought on the Pinecrest battlefield, they had mostly relied on runners or stationed people to watch drone altitudes for danger—highly reactive and passive. Now, with this device, they could execute tactics over a much larger area without worrying about delayed information, nor fear that any team would be ambushed or surrounded without time to retreat.Nicky, sitting next to Memphis, enthusiastically introduced:"These radio sets belonged to Cormac Dennis; he said they were used for communication during drug trafficking."Memphis nodded quietly to himself, once again reassessing the strength of the Midnight Ravens organization. This wasn’t a simple group dealing with a few grams of drugs here and there. They were moving hundreds of kilos, infiltrating the government, equipped with military-grade weapons and communication systems. They resembled a transnational crime syndicate more than a typical criminal organization."Who knows, maybe they even have ballistic mis

Numerous blood-red energy shields quivered intensely, and cracks began appearing on the Light Armor and zombie bodies. Some of the Speed Type zombies, whose defenses were inherently weaker, showed signs of breaking. Yet the zombies didn't give up; many of them charged into the area, taking turns bearing the brunt of the explosion. The immense energy from the thermobaric explosion caused by the PG-9V shell was dispersed into smaller portions, spreading across countless zombies below. A few seconds passed, the dust and flames dissipated in the wind, and in the central area, not a single zombie had perished. Even the injuries were scattered and minor. With their incredible regenerative abilities, these wounds would soon heal, rendering them negligible.

In the rear line, another meeting was convened, with the goal of maximizing the number of shots fired, without worrying about sustaining Light Armor.This time, it was Memphis's turn to voice his opinion, which was essentially aligned with Irma’s, though with a few minor adjustments.The BMP-1 armored vehicle once again lumbered into its familiar position 1.5 kilometers away. Inside were only the driver, Lazarus acting as the gunner, and Memphis. A highly mobile jeep followed closely behind to provide support.Once the target was locked in, Lazarus cautiously spoke to Memphis:“Chief, all you have to do is pull the trigger. There's nothing else to it.”Memphis, feeling a little awkward, withdrew his hand that had been fidgeting with the controls and nodded.“I know, go ahead.”Lazarus and the driver quickly disembarked from the armored vehicle and moved to the high-mobility jeep, retreating to a safer distance in the rear.Once they were safely away, and Memphis was alone, he reached

Watching Jarred leave with a few squad leaders and the weakest members, Memphis narrowed his eyes and looked towards the hill six kilometers away. “If you're in such a hurry, then I'll delay until you lose your patience!” He had already gauged the limits of the zombie horde; now it was time to probe the boundaries of the Lakeside government. They hadn't attacked yet, which meant they were willing to negotiate to a certain extent. He wasn't sure how harsh their terms would be, but he absolutely wouldn't surrender his most important assets. At the very least, the functioning BMP-1 and the two BTR-60s were non-negotiable.Read more