Chapter 184
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 184
Chapter Title: Enemy Alliance Bluff
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"...Hmm."
-"Master. We don't have any real way to save the three women at our base. Please, I'm begging you—don't come any closer. It's a request."
"Hmm..."
Seo-yeon was pleading earnestly.
She must be really worried about me.
Normally, I'd just listen to her.
But shouldn't we hit them hard while they're all flustered right now?
Seeing me hesitate, Seo-yeon spoke up again in a panic.
-"If you listen to me, when you get back, I'll suck your cock really hard. Please don't go."
"Okay. Deal. I won't approach. I'll hold position here and wait for the enemies to come out."
-"Good. Thanks for listening."
Seo-yeon always gives it her all when she sucks my cock anyway.
She probably can't do much more than that... but she's so worried and begging, so I decided to go along with it.
Thinking it over again, I didn't see the need to take any risks either.
It was probably just the battle hype making my blood boil and pushing me to charge in.
-"Master, alert. The three women who were hiding and shaking in fear during the fight are fleeing into the enemies' hideout. Looks like the enemies called them over."
"Okay, got it."
Through the sniper scope on my positioned rifle, I could see the women entering the enemies' hideout with my own eyes.
I couldn't kill the women, so I just let them go.
Sure, I could snipe their legs to take out their mobility... but I didn't really want to.
If I shattered their legs and crippled them, that'd be a problem. And worst of all, a stray shot could hit a vital spot and kill them.
'Slowly. Take it step by step.'
Time was on our side. I could wait patiently until the enemies let their guard down and stuck their heads out a window—then snipe them.
I'd already roughly checked the bodies of the enemies I'd taken out from behind.
They were carrying firearms that looked like they'd come from a nearby police station or military unit.
The guns could be from a reserve force depot, or maybe even a U.S. military base.
'In this world's setting, there's still a U.S. base in Dagu Nam-gu. The mapmaker must've used an old map.'
In my real world, there's no U.S. base in Dagu Nam-gu anymore—they relocated.
But in the Tower's first floor, Project Zombie World, it was still there.
'M16 rifles, some beat-up revolvers, shotguns... Yeah, looks like they raided a police armory or reserve force weapons cache.'
It was data I'd already roughly analyzed on the enemies, but seeing it up close on the actual battlefield felt different.
If we hadn't used drones and long-range sniping for total military superiority in our surprise attack, they might've inflicted some real damage on us.
Of course, that's exactly why we'd launched the ambush like this.
"Ah, base, you copy?"
-"Yep, Master. Loud and clear."
"My guess is they won't poke their heads out recklessly anymore. Pull back all drones except one. Have one operator rotate on surveillance duty. We're in for the long haul now."
"Got it... But what about you, Master?"
"I'll hold here a bit longer... Yeah, might as well finish what we started. Don't worry about me. You know my stamina's way better than yours."
-"Okay then. Be careful, Master. Looks like storm clouds are rolling in—rain's coming soon. Don't get soaked; don't push yourself too hard."
"Gotcha. If it starts raining, I'll move to a sniper spot inside a building where I can stay dry. Won't be on the roof."
I settled into a comfortable shooting position and kept watch on the enemies' hideout.
They must've been totally spooked—they weren't showing themselves at all. Had they hunkered down deep inside?
-"Alert to Master. Some zombies seem to have aggro'd from the grenade blasts. Zombie horde heading toward the enemies' hideout area. Specifically, it looks like the aggro got pulled to the spot south of the enemies' hideout where Hye-yeon dropped the last grenade."
"Okay, checking... ...Confirmed. Zombies shambling in. About a hundred heading for the enemies' hideout."
-"It's not just a hundred. Confirm if the direction you're seeing is due south from the enemies' hideout."
"Affirmative. South side—about a hundred zombies approaching the hideout."
-"Alert: From west, southwest, and southeast of the enemies' hideout, hordes of over 300 zombies each approaching."
"Checking... ...Confirmed."
Zombie hordes were flooding in from the other directions too.
This would surround the enemies' hideout with zombies—basically a siege.
Watching their hideout, I figured without that moat and barricade, the zombies would've overrun them already.
Speaking of, that moat and barricade... nice setup. How'd they find such a badass hideout?
The more I looked, the more I wanted it. I really should move in here.
'That hideout's mine now.'
But if more zombies piled up around it, the enemies would hole up even tighter.
'If that happens... Hmm... time to film a stealth infiltration movie.'
Sneak into their hideout on a pitch-black night, night-vision goggles on, silenced pistol going 'pfft! pfft!'—pure spy action flick or game stuff.
What was that game again? Splinter Cell? Yeah, something like that. Infiltrate stealthily and take out the last three.
'...If it weren't for wanting my pussy slaves to gain real combat experience, it'd be easier to just sneak in at night and wipe them out myself.'
But no regrets.
Night infiltration was risky too—that's why I'd scrapped it.
What if they had booby traps or landmines I missed? Step on one and boom—dead.
Sure, Savior skill would revive me... but the explosion would alert them, they'd swarm, and I could die again.
Ten seconds of invincibility goes by fast.
So night infiltration was plan B, basically.
'Yeah, surveil for 24 hours. If nothing changes, infiltrate and storm it.'
A slight standoff dragged on.
About two and a half hours in, one of the women emerged onto the fifth-floor balcony of their hideout.
Just an average woman.
Curious what she was up to, I watched through the sniper scope and let her be—then she held up a sign with writing on it.
[You killed our comrades. This means war. You're the apartment bastard, right? Your women are ours now.]
"What bullshit is this?"
As I muttered at the sign, she held up another one.
[We've already sent troops through another route for revenge. They've probably grabbed your hostages by now. Surrender.]
"What the fuck? Only three left and they're talking troops?"
[And to counter you, we'd allied with nine nearby groups. Anti-Apartment Alliance.]
"Alliance...?"
[If you attack us, they'll fight with us. We sent messengers through secret passages and radioed them. Surrender.]
"Ah, fuck."
Something clicked, so I immediately called my pussy slaves via the College Detective Badge.
"Base, base—you copy?"
-"Yes, Master. Listening. What's up?"
Seo-yeon's voice came through. Felt like they'd set drone watch rotations by age reverse or something.
"Looks like these guys allied with locals around here. They say they're coming for you. Wake Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon right now."
-"What? For real? Uh... hold on. Sis!! Sisters!!! Hye-jeong sis!! Hye-yeon sis!! Get over here quick!!! ...Called them. ...So, should we launch drones with the sisters and prep defenses?"
"Yeah. Fight them off if they come. I'm heading back now."
-"But Master, you're not finishing their hideout? Weren't you gonna claim the new spot and get new pussy slaves?"
Seo-yeon was getting frustrated.
"You girls are a hundred, a thousand times more precious than some shitty hideout and average bitches. I'm coming right now, so stay sharp. Abandon the hideout and run if you have to. As long as you're all safe, that's fine. Got it?"
-"......"
"Why no answer? Got it?"
-"...Y-yes... *sniff*."
Must be my imagination hearing a sniffle from Seo-yeon.
Why's this pussy slave suddenly so quiet? Frustrating.
-"...Whoa, Master, my heart just skipped a beat."
-"Me too—I almost fell for you. Seo-yeon called us running, heard what you said, and... got a little touched. ...Ahem, not much, just a tiny bit. Really, super tiny."
Hye-yeon chirped about her heart skipping, while Hye-jeong babbled about being super slightly touched.
Why are these pussies suddenly so moved?
But that wasn't important right now.
I hopped on the flying skateboard and sped back to base at full throttle.
"They said nine groups allied, so stay really careful. Got it?"
-"Yes, Master. Don't worry. We've got drones and sniper rifles."
As I raced back, reports came in that survivor groups were actually approaching our apartment complex.
-"Three enemy survivor groups inbound. Each about ten people."
"Three groups? Not nine? Sure it's three?"
-"Yes, three groups. Even scanning from above with drones, no others in sight."
Weird.
They said nine.
Just bluffing?
-"Master. We laser-mic'd the approaching survivors' chatter. Even the enemies are wondering why the other nine groups aren't coming... Looks like only three joined, and the other six ignored it?"
"Ah, gotcha."