Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

Graves entered the command center, and all eyes trained on him. "I just got the call from Mark, telling me to come over, and now I'm here." 

"What did you do?" Mark said, noticing the hickey mark on his neck.

"Ah, this…" Graves said as he tried rubbing it off but it was futile. "Well, you can say that I had a rough day and my girl cheered me up." 

"Okay that was funny," Mark chuckled but seconds later, his expression turned serious. "Now on the matter at hand, Eagle has some work for you." 

Graves flickered his gaze to Richard, who met him with his eyes seriously. "Graves, there is an operation, that is to kill or capture one of Lin Feng's associates that is stuck in Manila."

"Lin Feng associates?" Graves repeated. "So he sent one of his girls again?" 

Richard shook his head. "Nope, this time he went along with them, and it's not one of his girls, it's men," he corrected and pointed his fingers to the monitor screen.

Graves leaned forward to get a better view of the monitor screen. Displayed were several figures, distinctly different from Lin Feng's usual associates. These men seemed more rugged, and less refined, but no less dangerous.

"Interesting," Graves mused, his gaze locked on the screen. "Do we have any intel on them?"

Richard nodded, his voice taking on a commanding tone. "We've been monitoring them since Lin Feng left them here. They appear to be waiting for something, possibly orders from Lin Feng himself. Your mission is to capture at least one of them alive for interrogation. We need to know Lin Feng's plans. Though we can already assume it is to destroy us."

Graves straightened up, his demeanor shifting to that of a seasoned operative. "Understood. What's the ROE (Rules of Engagement)?"

"Assuming those men don't die from a single bullet and have the durability of a hunter, I'd say engage until they are weakened enough that we can hold them off."

"I see…who will be on my team?" 

"Ten Delta Forces, none of them would be wearing a Titan's Guard as I deemed it not necessary. I think our Delta Forces can handle those Lin Feng's associates, but be wary of this one." 

Richard pointed his finger at one particular man that Lin Feng transformed. 

"Compared to Lin Feng's associates who look like humans, this man is a monster," Richard explained, zooming in on the figure in question. "He's been altered in some way, making him look more dangerous so exercise caution when dealing with this one, actually since that man is already a monster, you can eliminate him on the spot."

Graves studied the image closely, noting the monstrous appearance and apparent physical enhancements. "Got it. But since we are working on assumptions, I need them in their weakened state so my men can handle them without me having to help them."

"Don't worry about that, we'll drop a white phosphorus at their location first to weaken them," Richard said decisively. "It will create enough chaos and confusion for your team to move in and subdue them. Just make sure to stay clear of the blast radius."

Graves nodded in understanding. "Method of insertion?" 

"A HALO jump from our Airbus A400M Atlas," Richard replied. "You'll be dropped at twenty thousand feet, it's up to you where you want to land because you'll be the one in the field."

"Understood, I think I got all the information I need. Five tangoes, one of them is extremely dangerous, though all of them are dangerous we considered the original associates as weak. "Assumption in a military operation often leads to surprises, so we'll be prepared for anything," Graves finished the sentence. 

"Good luck, Graves."

***

Ten minutes later, inside the cargo bay of the A400M Atlas. Graves watched his team finish up their gear for the HALO drop. 

"Specters! We are thirty seconds from the drop. Seeing that you have no questions about my plan means you are ready to take them on. Let's make Blackwatch proud alright?"

"Yes sir!" The Delta Forces responded in unison.

Graves gave them a final nod, his gaze sweeping over each member of his team. As the plane reached the designated drop zone, the cargo bay door slowly opened, revealing the blue sky outside. The cold wind rushed in, but the team remained unfazed, their eyes fixed on Graves for the signal.

"Go! Go! Go!" Graves shouted, giving the command.

One by one, the Delta Forces team members jumped out of the plane, their figures disappearing into the sky. Graves followed closely behind, activating his suit and then the flight mode. 

Lin Feng's associates are located in an intersection with buildings on each corner. As Graves and his Delta Forces descended from the sky, they split into four teams, each aiming for a different building surrounding the intersection.

The teams expertly navigated their parachutes, landing on the rooftops with precision. Once on the ground, they quickly shed their parachutes and moved into position, surveying the area for any immediate threats.

"This is Specter Alpha, the building is clear."

"Specter Bravo, the building is also clear."

"Specter Charlie, building clear."

"Specter Delta, no signs of threat."

"Copy that Specters," Graves acknowledged their report. "Unload your guns, and wait for my signal." 

Graves hovered from a great height, overlooking Lin Feng's associates down below. He radioed in the command center.

"This is Specter-1, we are in position," Graves said. 

"Copy that, Specter-1," Richard responded. "This is your operation now, our plane is in the sky, orbiting the area, awaiting your command." 

"Acknowledged," Graves said, looking down again at Lin Feng's associates. "White Falcon 6, this is Specter-1, tangoes in the open. You are cleared hot."

"Roger Specter-1, target acquired. Weapons free in five seconds," White Falcon 6 

Graves watched intently as White Falcon 6 positioned itself for the run. 

"Three, two, one, mark," White Falcon 6's pilot counted down.

At the mark, White Falcon 6 released the white phosphorus payload. The canisters, designed to disperse the substance over a targeted area, descended rapidly. As they neared the ground, they activated, scattering white phosphorus that ignited upon contact with air.

The effect was immediate and intense. The white phosphorus created a dense, white smoke screen, significantly reducing visibility in the target area. The burning phosphorus also generated a considerable amount of heat, creating disarray and confusion among Lin Feng's associates.

From his vantage point, Graves could see the chaos unfolding. The white phosphorus effectively disrupted the group, causing them to scatter in an attempt to escape the suffocating smoke and intense heat.

"Okay. It's showtime."