Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

213 Implementing the New Grinding Method

Two hours later.

"Sir, the satellite is already in Beijing China, giving you the visual data…now," Sara informed Richard as she pulled up the live data of the satellite.

Richard, along with his staff, turned their attention to the main screen mounted on the wall. The screen flickered and displayed a live overhead view of Beijing, relayed from the satellite. The image was sharp and detailed, revealing the extent of the devastation that had befallen the city.

The once vibrant streets of Beijing were now overrun with zombies. The creatures moved in swarms, their jerky, aimless movements painting a picture of mindless chaos. Major thoroughfares, easily recognizable from the satellite's perspective, were cluttered with the undead, crowding around abandoned vehicles and wreckages.

Cars that had been left in a desperate attempt to flee lay scattered across the roads. Some were overturned while others were smashed against barriers or other vehicles. The scenes of escape attempts gone awry were evident in the disarray.

The infrastructure of Beijing showed signs of rapid decline. Streetlights had toppled over, their long forms sprawled across the streets, adding to the obstacles that littered the city. In several areas, plumes of smoke rose into the sky, remnants of uncontained fires that had broken out, further adding to the apocalyptic scenario.

These fires, unchecked and spreading, cast an eerie, orange glow over the surrounding buildings. The once bustling metropolis now resembles a war zone, ravaged by the relentless spread of the zombie infestation.

Richard observed the chaos, his expression grim. The city's once iconic landmarks were barely recognizable, engulfed in the pandemonium.

"This is worse than Manila," Richard commented.

"True, but we can't deny that this city is a good target for our grinding operation."

Operation Grind is a planned operation of Richard to boost his stats by killing millions of zombies in major cities across the world using low-yield tactical nukes. He planned this simply because of a realization that Lin Feng, the progenitor, is too strong for them to stop even with their latest advanced technology. In hopes that leveling up to a certain higher level would allow him to unlock futuristic technology that would damage the progenitor.

"Eagle Actual to Zeus. Is the SS-18 Satan ready?" Richard asked through an intercom, connected directly to the group responsible for handling and operating Intercontinental Ballistic Missile.

"Zeus to Eagle Actual, copy that," came the crisp response over the intercom. "SS-18 Satan is fueled and ready for launch. Awaiting your command for target coordinates and fire authorization."

Richard, standing before the massive screen displaying the chaotic landscape of Beijing, nodded in understanding. "Zeus, stand by for target coordinates. We're finalizing high-density zones to maximize the impact

He turned to his team, who were busy analyzing data and mapping out the most effective strike zones. "I want a detailed assessment of all potential targets. Prioritize areas with dense zombie populations."

Sara pointed to a specific area on the screen. "Sir, this district here shows the highest concentration of undead. It's primarily commercial…"

"Okay, give me the exact coordinates of it," Richard instructed.

Sara quickly adjusted the satellite imagery, zooming in on the identified district in Beijing. Her fingers moved deftly over the control panel as she pinpointed the exact location. The coordinates appeared on the screen.

"Coordinates are 39.9042° N, 116.4074° E, sir," Sara reported efficiently. "This is the central point of the highest zombie density in the district."

"Confirming coordinates: 39.9042° North, 116.4074° East," Richard echoed, making sure there was no misunderstanding. "Zeus, do you copy?"

"Zeus copies, Eagle Actual," the voice over the intercom confirmed. "Coordinates logged. Awaiting fire command."

Richard took a moment to review the data one last time. Moments later he spoke.

"Zeus, this is Eagle Actual. You are authorized to fire on my command. Countdown to commence on my mark," Richard stated, his voice steady.

"Copy, Eagle Actual. Standing by for your mark."

Richard exhaled slowly, his gaze fixed on the screen displaying the targeted area. "All stations this is Eagle Actual. Prepare for impact and subsequent damage assessment. Zeus, on my mark... three, two, one, mark!"

"Countdown initiated, Eagle Actual," Zeus responded. "T-minus 60 seconds to launch."

The command center fell silent, the tension palpable as the countdown began. Each second ticking by was a step closer to decisive action in their desperate struggle for survival.

As the final countdown approached, Richard steeled himself, watching the digital numbers decrease on the screen. This was a necessary step, one that could turn the tides in their favor.

"Missile launched, Eagle Actual," Zeus announced as the timer hit zero.

A live feed of the SS-18 Satan missile launch appeared on a secondary screen in the command center. The missile ignited, its engines roaring to life as it propelled itself into the sky.

Richard's eyes remained fixed on the screen, tracking the missile's trajectory. The satellite feed and the missile's onboard cameras provided real-time data, allowing them to monitor its path toward the target. The missile ascended, leaving a trail of smoke behind as it disappeared into the atmosphere.

"Missile is on course, trajectory stable," Sara, monitoring the data streams intently. "Time for impact…two minutes."

Richard nodded, his expression focused and serious.

"Prepare for a live feed of the impact zone," Richard commanded.

"Setting up live feed now, sir," another technician responded, quickly adjusting the satellite controls to provide a direct view of the target area in Beijing.

The large screen is split into multiple panels, showing different angles and data points. One panel kept track of the missile's trajectory, another displayed a countdown to impact, and a third was ready to switch to a live feed of the blast area the moment the missile struck.

"Two minutes to impact," Sara announced.

The room's atmosphere grew even more tense as the final minutes ticked down. Everyone's eyes were glued to the screens, waiting for the moment of impact.

"Thirty seconds," Sara called out. The command center staff braced themselves, particularly Richard. He wondered how many gold coins and experience points he would get after the explosion.

Finally, the countdown reached zero. The live feed screen flickered and then showed the missile's nose as it descended rapidly toward Beijing. The feed switched to an overhead view, and for a brief moment, the screen was filled with the image of the city below.

Then, the missile struck. A blinding flash of light filled the screen, followed by a massive explosion. The shockwave radiated out from the impact zone, obliterating everything in its path. Buildings that had stood for decades were reduced to rubble in mere seconds. The cloud of dust and debris rose high into the air, obscuring the satellite's view for a moment.

As the dust settled, the full extent of the devastation became clear. The area around the impact zone was a crater of destruction, with no signs of the undead—or anything else—remaining.

"Direct hit, sir," Sara reported.

Richard confirmed it by looking at the notification popping up before his eyes.

[Congratulations! You have killed 985,323 zombies.]

[You received 1,970,646,000 gold coins and 157,651,680 experience points.]

[Your level has risen to 45]

Your new stats are:

User: Richard Gonzales

Health: 100/100

Age: 22

Level: 45

Available Skill Points: 9

Skills: Weapon Proficiency Level 2, Melee Proficiency Level 3, Driving Proficiency Level 2. Tactical Mastery Level 1.