Chapter 185
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 185
Chapter Title: The Drone Hunt
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-“The enemies gathered over there are wondering why the other nine groups didn't show up. They seem pretty flustered.”-
“So they formed an alliance but didn't come? That's to our advantage.”
Thinking about it, there was no guarantee anywhere that they'd actually help when a real battle broke out just because they'd made an alliance.
Everyone could ignore a call to join the fight based on their own circumstances or even betray us.
Come to think of it that way, it was actually surprising that three out of the nine groups had shown up after the alliance requested reinforcements.
In a zombie apocalypse world, having three out of nine groups that honorable and trustworthy was remarkable.
-“The enemies are still approaching, so we're firing with the sniper rifles, but it looks like they're trying to use blind spots to get closer.”-
Given the apartment's structure, blind spots were inevitable.
If you imagined living in an apartment and sniping from the balcony, it was easy to picture.
You could cover a decent area from the front and back balconies, but there would still be blind spots to the left and right.
It might not be an issue in apartments with rooftop access, but this building was structured in a way that made the roof hard to use.
If the roof had been easily accessible, they would've been sniping from up there all along.
“Stop sniping with the rifles now and attack with the drones. I'll authorize indiscriminate strikes, so rain grenades down on their heads.”
Thank goodness we have the drones. If we'd only had the sniper rifles, this could've gotten dangerous.
The enemies must have already figured out a counter to our main sniper rifles. That's why they were trying to approach through blind spots.
-“But if we use grenades in our apartment complex..., won't that draw a ton of zombies here to our complex?”-
“Doesn't matter. If zombies swarm, it'll screw them over too. ...Actually, it'll screw them over way more than us. We're up high, and they're down below. Besides, we can just snipe the zombies later. Or we can abandon that complex altogether. We can move here to this better hideout.”
-“Got it. We'll drop grenades from the drones.”-
Once they started dropping grenades from the sky via drones, the battle dynamics would shift to a whole new level compared to sniping.
More importantly, drones eliminated blind spots unlike sniper rifles.
It looked like the pussy slaves had switched from sniping to drone attacks.
Over the radio, I could hear the sounds of them maneuvering the drone controllers.
A few seconds later, faint grenade explosions came through the radio too.
-“Master. The enemies are starting to shoot at our house with guns. ...Eek!”-
Over the radio from the college student detective badges, I heard something shattering and gunfire.
“Hey! You okay? What happened?!”
-“...I-I'm fine. The balcony windows shattered. Luckily, no one's hurt. ...We were eavesdropping on their conversations with the laser mic, and they said guns make too much noise and attract zombies, so they weren't using them. But since we're attacking with grenades from above and it's noisy, they started shooting.”-
“Your safety comes first. Stay sharp and avoid the bullets as much as possible.”
-“Yes, yes.... Don't worry about us. We've already moved to a safe spot. The innermost bathroom. Bullets can't reach here. Three of us are huddled up controlling the drones.”-
“Good job. Attack from safety. Even if all the drones get smashed, it's fine. Keep attacking, and prioritize your safety! I'm almost there!”
I'd raced over on the flying skateboard like a madman, and sure enough, I'd arrived crazy fast.
The sight that greeted me as I neared was my home base apartment complex getting torn to shreds under attack.
Zombie hordes were swarming in, drawn by the grenade blasts and gunfire. The attackers, who'd been focusing fire on the house where me and the pussy slaves lived, turned pale as ghosts when they saw the zombies closing in.
I might not even need to intervene—the zombies will take care of most of them...
I could just hunt down the ones fleeing from the zombies.
But apparently, some had made it all the way to the stairs below our house.
-BOOM!!-
One of the booby traps I'd set along our house's stairwell had gone off.
I quickly pulled out the 8x scope to check. Four guys had climbed the apartment stairs, probably clearing barricades to advance.
Thanks to the first trap, three of the four were down—I could see them through the stairwell windows.
The lucky survivor bolted down in panic.
Four entered, and the last one survived because he was at the rear.
As the sole survivor fled outside, the others waiting at the apartment's main entrance followed suit.
-“I can hear the enemies talking. They think we attacked through gaps in the stairs after hitting their trap you set, Master. They don't realize it's a booby trap. They figure running away is better than getting wiped out by grenades on the stairs.”-
-“Looks like the leader of their group was among the dead. Their command's in chaos. Some want to press the attack, others want to flee... opinions are split.”-
-“Most seem to want to run. I'll drop grenades on the ones pushing to fight. We just need to take them out.”-
Intel from the drones controlled by Seo-yeon, Hye-yeon, and Hye-jeong started rolling in one by one.
Putting their reports together painted a clear picture.
...The enemies are a ragtag mob. Their leader died? Anyway, they're worse than the rebels I led on Tower floor 3. Well, my group wasn't this disorganized thanks to guys like Kondo Muse.
Someone was yelling to push all the way in, but most of the enemies were spooked stiff by my booby traps.
They hadn't even spotted the traps and just thought it was enemy fire.
But instinctively, they knew.
Anyone going up those apartment stairs first would die. Fear gripped them.
They didn't know exactly why, but seeing the front guys drop like meat shields was terrifying enough to stop them.
Three of the four lead climbers were dead, and the survivor was sprinting away for dear life.
-“Looks like they've decided to retreat. They think it's hopeless with the zombies swarming.”-
Seo-yeon caught their chatter via the drone's laser mic and relayed it in real-time.
Sure enough, the enemies began fleeing en masse. Even the holdouts gave up when the zombies poured in.
Some fleeing attackers, frustrated at running empty-handed despite their fear, vented by spraying bullets toward Hye-jeong's house.
...Those bastards?!
Even while escaping, they shot at Hye-jeong's place out of spite or targeted the drones in the air.
The thought of those scum nearly harming my precious pussy slaves was unforgivable.
I had no intention of letting the attackers who targeted my base live, so I pulled out my sniper rifle to pick off the fleeing ones.
But before I could fire, the drones hovering over their heads dropped grenades right on their escape route.
-KA-BOOM!!!-
The blast was clear even from this distance.
It landed perfectly on their path, shredding one fleeing enemy into a bloody, fragmented mess. He crumpled lifelessly.
-“Master. All the enemies are fleeing. What now? Pursue?”-
“Kill them all. These are the ones who tried to kill you. You gonna let them live? If you do, they'll come back shooting.”
-“Understood, Master. We'll wipe them out.”-
The drones under Hye-jeong, Seo-yeon, and Hye-yeon's control sprang into action.
They rained grenades and bombs on the enemies dodging zombies, delivering furious retribution.
This wasn't a battle anymore.
It was a massacre. A hunt.
The pussy slaves methodically picked off the intruders, calm and without frenzy.
One by one, they tracked them down and finished them.
The attackers who hit us had all fled beyond the apartment complex.
Of course, escaping the complex didn't mean I'd let them live.
They'd come in however they pleased.
But leaving? Not on my watch.