Chapter 79
Chapter 79
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: 50 Caliber Heavy Machine Gun
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But contrary to her worries, I had my own little scheme in mind.
Carlson and Lea came out first. Then Sera, under the cover of smoke grenades. Once I confirmed they were completely out of sight, I finally moved for my real purpose.
'Too bad to just leave this behind.'
My gaze turned to the spare ammo crates scattered inside the vehicle and the 50-caliber heavy machine gun mounted on top.
The team had only grabbed what ammo and personal firearms they could carry right away. But I had my secret weapon: the Inventory.
I used Warp to send all the leftover supplies straight into my Inventory.
If this were the Tower or a game, wouldn't a message like this pop up in front of me?
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Acquired M2 Browning Heavy Machine Gun.] [Acquired 50-Caliber Ammo Crate x5.] [Acquired Assault Rifle Spare Magazines x10.] 'This'll let me grind those Tower summoner bastards to dust.'
Just imagining those primitive summoners getting mowed down by modern firepower made my chest swell with pride.
40kg weight? In the Tower world, that wouldn't matter. I could probably handle the recoil one-handed.
For now, I'd achieved my goal of grabbing the machine gun on this zombie planet trip. But I decided to stick around this world a bit longer.
'Firepower was already decent before... The problem is that debuff from those Fellios bitches.'
No healing meant fighting like a fag, dodging every attack.
But what if I had the crisis detection from my PMC mercenary starting setup?
Survival rate would skyrocket, no doubt.
Same went for tactical marksmanship.
One thing nagging at me: with the Dimensional Crystals I had now, could I even acquire two skills?
In the Tower world, Dimensional Crystals were granted based on my achievements. All I'd done here on the zombie planet was snipe those ambush snipers along our path.
In other words, no real accomplishments meant no gains.
Zombies were easy with Warp—run-and-gun chaos, kill or escape at will. But with teammates, that was limited.
'No way I'm passing up a chance to fuck a beauty I haven't tasted yet.'
I smacked my lips thinking of Lea's icy glare and plump figure.
Sera too. Decent looks, and her drone skills as a mercenary would be useful in this zombie-virus world.
Anyway, after mulling it over, I headed to the team's position before the smoke cleared.
"Joo-hyuk. Any later and we'd have left you."
Carlson scolded me after confirming I'd escaped the vehicle safely.
"Haha, sorry. Forgot something I had to grab."
Sera eyed me with worry too. Was this the power of pussy?
Lea was the only one stone-faced among the team, but the faint tremble in her gaze meant she cared, at least a little.
'Or maybe just worried about losing manpower?'
I hadn't talked much with Lea, so her personality was a mystery. Her tits were perky and soft, though.
"Alright, moving out. Everyone follow me."
We followed Carlson's orders, crossing tall grass out of sniper sightlines to take cover in what looked like a residential building.
The moment we reached safety, Carlson pulled out his PDA terminal, checked the map, and started briefing the plan.
"Priority one: secure new transport. Scout nearby for vehicles."
"Squad leader, any specific type you're after?"
Carlson pondered my question before answering.
"Type doesn't matter much. But in this situation, something mobile and off-road capable would be ideal. SUV or pickup truck, say."
"What about a dump truck?"
"Dump truck?"
All eyes—Carlson and the team—snapped to me at the random suggestion.
"PDA map shows a large construction site about 2km from here. We could grab dump trucks or heavy cargo haulers easy."
Truth was, I'd spotted it from the rooftop sniping those snipers, not the PDA hologram. No need to mention that.
"Hmm... Construction site. Yeah, vehicles would be plentiful. But heavy trucks lack mobility, right?"
"Less mobile, sure, but unbeatable defense and breakthrough power. Could plow through zombie hordes. Plus, huge cargo space for supplies."
Carlson nodded at my pitch. Seemed to like it.
"Good point. Head to the site then. Joo-hyuk, lead the way."
"Got it."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ To avoid unnecessary fights, we took a detour. No zombies in sight, but it took forever.
'No need to endure this boredom.'
I activated Time Compression.
▶▶▶ 30 Minutes Later ▶▶▶ "We're here already."
Felt like a second to me, but we'd reached the construction site entrance.
'Time Compression is OP as hell.'
Worth the 50,000 Dimensional Crystals to upgrade it to Rookie grade.
The site, usually roaring with heavy machinery, was dead silent.
"Squad leader, drone recon inside?"
"No. Save the battery. Titan Security branch in Gangnam might resupply ammo and gear, but getting there will be rough. Conserve now."
"Understood."
"Joo-hyuk and I open the door. Lea, Sera—cover us."
Carlson and I approached the massive sliding door. Locked shut, but no padlock.
We heaved it open together. It screeched slowly ajar. Nearby zombies heard and shambled toward us.
"Open fire!"
Bang bang! Rat-tat-tat!
Guns blazed on Carlson's command. Suppressors or not, the reports were loud.
Zombies dropped limp as headshots punched through.
We cleared the locals fast and slammed the door shut. Latecomers pounded it futilely.
Enough to hold off a small zombie squad.
'Just like the movies. Brainless walkers.'
Mutants might differ, but early zombie virus stage—no worries yet.
"Pair up, sweep inside. Prioritize mapping terrain and clearing threats over loot. Secure safety first."
Ten minutes of searching: no survivors. No live zombies beyond the door bunch. Just us in the site.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Nice and clean."
We scored too: two solid dump trucks, keys in ignitions, tanks full.
"Vehicles secured. Just gotta leave now."
Sera jumped in right after Carlson spoke.
"Hold on, squad leader. Since we're here, why not reinforce these trucks?"
"Reinforce how?"
"Steel plates and welders everywhere. Weld 'em on windows and fronts—way tougher against zombie attacks or gunfire."
Carlson mulled Sera's idea.
"Smart, but won't it take too long?"
"Don't worry. I'm handy with welding."
Sera was confident. She'd majored in mechanical design at vocational high before merc life.
"Alright, do it. Can you finish in an hour?"
"One hour's plenty."
While Sera grabbed welder and generator from storage, Lea and I collected usable steel plates.
Work flew by. Sera's hands were quick and precise—cutting, welding to the frames seamlessly.
'Yeah, back when we dated in the States, Sera drove trucks.'
Faint original-owner memory, nothing major.
▶▶▶ 1 Hour Later ▶▶▶ Done in a flash.
Two dump trucks stood before me, thick steel plating on windows and fronts—like APCs.
"Excellent work, Sera."
Carlson grinned satisfied. Me too.