Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

[User: Richard Gonzales

Health: 100/100

Age: 22

Level: 48

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

Experience points: 1,372,560,240/1,825,132,666

Gold balance: 17,751,387,890]

Richard looked at the stats displayed on the interface as he entered the command center. The staffers inside, recognizing his presence, snapped to attention, offering a crisp salute. Richard acknowledged their gesture with a casual wave, indicating for them to resume their duties.

Walking through the command center, he observed the flurry of activity around him. Screens displayed various data streams, maps highlighted strategic locations, and personnel communicated updates and orders. 

Mark was the first to approach him.

"So, how did the visit to our magic user go?" Mark asked.

"She woke up, don't remember anything, showed her some footage of her slaughtering our men and she snapped," Richard explained simply.

Mark nodded, absorbing Richard's succinct summary. "That's a tough break. Any idea what we're going to do with her now?" he inquired, concern evident in his tone.

Richard paused, considering the situation. "For now, she's under heavy sedation and surveillance. We'll keep monitoring her condition and mental state. Our next steps depend on whether she regains any of her memories or control over her abilities," he said and continued. 

"She's quite strong, possibly stronger than Andrea. If we can get her to work on our side, it could be a significant advantage. But it's a delicate situation, and we need to handle it with care," Richard added thoughtfully.

"Hmm…the pill was extracted, right? That meant Lin Feng won't be able to track her?" Mark inquired.

"That's the thing we don't know for certain," Richard said. "It may not even be the pill that is acting as a beacon, but something inside her system. We will know soon if an enemy comes to our doorstep. For now, let's return our attention back to the grinding gold and experience. Speaking of which, Sara, I'm going to need you to list down the cities that have the highest population of zombies around the world according to our data satellite. I want it from highest to lowest. Exclude China." 

Sara, standing by with her tablet at the ready, nodded in acknowledgment of Richard's request. "Right away, Sir," she said, her fingers swiftly moving across the screen.

A few minutes later, she approached Richard with the comprehensive list. "Here's the information you requested, Sir. The cities with the highest zombie populations, excluding China, are as follows:

New York City, USA - Approximately 6.5 million zombies. The city's dense population has led to a rapid spread in the five boroughs.

São Paulo, Brazil - Around 4.2 million zombies, with urban and suburban areas severely affected.

Moscow, Russia - Estimated 3.8 million zombies. The infestation is heavily concentrated in the city center.

Mumbai, India - Approximately 3 million zombies. The slums and crowded streets are particularly overrun.

Lagos, Nigeria - Estimated 1.9 million zombies. High population density and inadequate containment measures have led to rapid spread.

Mexico City, Mexico - Estimated 1.7 million zombies. The spread is widespread across the city.

Cairo, Egypt - Approximately 1.2 million zombies, mainly concentrated in densely populated districts.

"United States huh? Well, let's attack that city first," Richard decided. "I'm going to buy the nuclear missile and the rockets for delivery." 

Richard opened his system and browsed his shop tab. He added a B83 nuclear bomb and the LGM-30 Minuteman and bought ten each. He is not going to utilize how many warheads the LGM-30 Minuteman can carry as he wants to cull the numbers of zombies, not end the world completely.

It took three hours for the preparation of these missiles and during that time, Sara tasked the satellite they have over New York for a view.

"Okay, we are going for launch," Richard clapped his hand, getting the attention of everyone in the command center. "We are going to strike New York. I hope the POTUS will forgive me for bombing one of the richest cities in their country, assuming he is alive."

"He is probably going to get pissed if he were to learn that, sir," Graves said jokingly. 

Richard chuckled. "Okay enough jokes, let's get this over with. First New York then second is Sao Paulo, Brazil…I don't know where that city is. I am only familiar with Rio de Janeiro."

"Rio de Janeiro is more commonly known for its tourist attractions and iconic landmarks like the Christ the Redeemer statue," Sara interjected, clarifying the difference for Richard. "São Paulo, on the other hand, is the largest city in Brazil and all of South America. It's a major economic hub with a dense urban population, which unfortunately makes it an ideal breeding ground for the zombie infestation."

"Thank you for that useless information, Sara…" Richard said, glancing at her, and saw her pouting. "I'm sorry babe. Okay…let's launch the minuteman. Start the countdown."

Sara, still slightly pouting but professional, turned her attention back to the console. "Starting countdown for Minuteman launch," she announced, her voice steady.

The large screen at the front of the command center displayed the live feed of the missile silo, where the LGM-30 Minuteman was ready for launch. The countdown began, and the numbers ticked down methodically.

"10... 9... 8..." Sara counted down, her voice resonating in the room. "3... 2... 1... Launch," Sara finished.

The screen showed the missile as it lifted off, the flames from its thrusters illuminating the dark silo. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the machinery and the distant roar of the rocket.

"Minuteman is airborne. Estimated time to target: 30 minutes," one of the technicians reported.

Richard nodded, watching as the missile made its way toward New York City. 

"Understood, sir," the technician replied.

As the missile traveled, Richard turned his attention back to the list Sara had provided. "After New York, we'll focus on São Paulo. Prepare the next set of missiles and ensure we have accurate targeting data…"

***

29 minutes later.

Suddenly, an alarm blared throughout the room... The large screen displayed a warning: the Minuteman was being locked onto by an unknown source.

"Sir, the missile is being targeted," one of the technicians announced.

Richard's brows furrowed in concern. "By what? Can we identify the source?" he asked, stepping closer to the screen.

The technicians scrambled to analyze the data. "We're trying to pinpoint the source, sir. It seems to be an external locking system, not from our end."

Sara quickly joined the analysis, her fingers flying over the console. "The lock appears to be coming from a satellite orbit. It's sophisticated, possibly military-grade."

Richard weighed his options. "Can we override it? Or change the missile's course?"

The team worked furiously, attempting to regain control of the missile. "We're trying, sir, but the lock is strong. It's resisting our override commands."

"Keep trying," Richard urged, his gaze not leaving the screen. "Shit…is it the work of the US armed forces?"