Chapter 181
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 181
Chapter Title: Intercepted Survivor Chatter
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-“Heh heh, yeah, that's right. Whew… Anyway, the story dragged on a bit, but that chick that bastard was banging back then was fucking gorgeous. Shit, I wanna fuck all the women that guy's got…”-
-“Ah, I wanna at least catch a glimpse of their faces too. They say sometimes from afar with binoculars, you can spot these sleek, naked babes sniping from the balcony? Three of them. …But lately, they say you don't see them much. Of course, they don't show up right when I wanna look.”-
Lately, we've been taking out zombies with drones, so they don't snipe zombie heads from the balcony with rifles as much.
We'd fly black drones with night vision at night to hunt zombies.
The main reason we hunted at night was we didn't want to tip off the locals around here that we were actively using drones.
To us, the military drones modified and upgraded by our pussy scientist slave on the third floor of the Tower were a kind of strategic weapon.
-“That time I saw that crazy bastard grab a woman and fuck her right in the street while walking… Whew… I still can't forget it. His dick was impressive, but that girl's face and body were just… And one of the women in that apartment is even prettier. The others say they look like sisters, but who knows… The other one's got huge tits and is hot too. Some say it's makeup. Not sure from this distance.”-
-“Whoa, that guy's so damn lucky. After hearing you, bro, my number one wish has changed starting today. Used to be popping a virgin's cherry. Now it's banging the three apartment beauties.”-
-“Kuhuhu. You never fucked a virgin in your life? …Oh, right. You said you were a virgin right before the zombie outbreak.”-
-“Yeah, anyway, popping a virgin's now number two. Ah, but I still wanna try a virgin. All our slaves are non-virgins, right? Ye-won noona was married, and Mi-young and Hye-ji had a bunch of ex-boyfriends before the outbreak. Ah, I wanna fuck a virgin.”-
-“Heh heh heh, you punk. You'll get your chance if you stay alive. Quit singing the virgin song. Just now you said number one is the three apartment beauties.”-
-“Ah, yeah, right. Number one is now the three apartment beauties. …Bro, isn't it fucked up that guy lives in the apartment complex and we can't do shit about him? Hogging three hot chicks all to himself. Ain't that too much?”-
-“Kid, didn't you see him shooting around there? We can't touch him. If you don't wanna die, just keep your eyes peeled. Didn't you hear what happened last time when that northern group sent out some bitches they kicked from their crew on purpose? He sniped 'em all as they fled toward the apartments. Guys with no hesitation killing people. Get cocky and approach, and you're dead on the spot.”-
-“Ah, yeah, I heard that too. The fat feminist bitch got called a troll and kicked out to pull zombie aggro, lied to that she'd get saved if she went there. …Yeah, she fell for it like an idiot and went screaming and running.”-
-“Really?”-
-“And the handsome guy too—the other group's leader hated him, threatened him with his little sister, said he'd live if he infiltrated that apartment faction… Ah, and there's suspicions 'cause some zombies that look weirdly smart sent a few people that way too…”-
-“What? You know more than me? Where'd you hear that intel?”-
-“Huh? Ah… I just picked it up here and there. Heard some before joining here, and last time I traded booze and smokes with survivors from another group, we swapped stories. Bros said info sharing's key to survival, so I scraped up as much as I could.”-
-“Huh. I didn't know the fine details. …Yeah, makes sense.”-
-“And they said they sent a few more to test the waters. The sniper chicks just shot 'em all dead.”-
-“Those bitches didn't used to be like that, tsk tsk. They're getting bolder by the day.”-
-“Right. So last time, the other survivors called 'em 'The Tyrant of Hansarang Apartments and His Three Witches.' That's their nickname.”-
-“Tyrant and witches, fuck that… Shit. Gotta catch that bastard someday and beat the crap outta him. Pisses me off how he strutted around with guns back then.”-
-“Was it like that? But now we got guns too. Snuck some from the police station armory and reserve forces base past the zombies.”-
-“Yeah. Now we're not totally outgunned. …But he's got sniper rifles, that's the problem. Seems like silencers too—no zombie aggro. We're trying to make suppressors, but you know it's tough. Can't make 'em easy. Gunshots bring every zombie in the neighborhood. Guns are the last resort. Last resort.”-
The video playback ended.
I'd unexpectedly picked up a ton of info.
For starters, just like Hye-jeong said, those guys had started keeping sex slaves because of my influence.
And the ones who pulled aggro and ran our way last time were probes from nearby survivor groups testing our response.
“Hm, nothing else important besides that?”
“No. Nothing much. The rest was just pointless chit-chat and dirty talk.”
“Got it. Next. Keep going with the report.”
“Yes.”
Hye-jeong gave a small hand gesture, and the next screen came up.
It was a drone photo of the area around their hideout from above.
The photo had several red circles, stars, squares, or triangles marked on it.
I could easily guess what they meant.
“The spots marked with red shapes. Those are where those bastards stashed their supplies, right?”
“Yes, exactly. Circles are food, stars look like guns or weapons, squares are other supplies besides food. Triangles are unclear zones they frequent, so we marked 'em for now.”
“Good work. Gotta check every one. Anything else to report?”
“Ah, yes. Their weapons status.”
“Mm, go ahead.”
“We'll skip cold weapons… non-firearms, nothing special.”
“Got it.”
“Enemies have pistols likely looted from the police station armory and assault rifles from the nearby reserve forces or US base. Every male has at least one pistol, some have two, so they've got plenty. Confirmed four assault rifles total. …But we've never seen them fire. Probably scared of zombie aggro without silencers.”
“Makes sense. Gunshots would bring every zombie around.”
I'd experienced it firsthand.
Hye-jeong turned her face away slightly, smirking as she remembered too.
…Ah, thinking back, she showed her true colors cursing me out when the zombies swarmed…
Maybe Hye-jeong thought the same, 'cause before I could say anything, she quickly continued the briefing.
“Also, notable enemy features: They're generating their own power with solar panels and have charging stations, so 24/7 electricity. Water from rooftop and two huge water towers next door.”
“Hm, feels like they're living better than us. After we wipe 'em out, check the facilities—if it's nicer than our apartment, we'll take the whole hideout. Big five-story building with a natural moat around. Self-sufficient power and water. Looks prime.”
“Yes. Kinda feels that way.”
“Was it designed for military use from the start? Survivors never disappoint. Good call sparing them last time. Found us a sweet hideout. Hm… …Ah, more briefing?”
“No. Briefing complete, Master. Any more questions?”
“Nah, all good. You did great. First time and nailed it. …Mm, Seo-yeon, even in deepthroat, move your tongue more. Just in-out is boring.”
“Chuuup, chuup… Ah, thought the noise might be too loud…”
“That much is fine. Use your tongue next time, got it?”
“Yesss…♡”
While Hye-jeong gave her briefing, I'd instructed Seo-yeon—who'd been quietly sucking my dick as softly as possible—that next time, she needed to work her tongue too.