How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 4. Lambert Drive (13)

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In front of you are waves of gangs and zombies. 12 Helicopters in the sky. The back was blocked by vehicles, and the sides were blocked by buildings.

What is this? If you don’t listen, you’ll be killed by a minigun, or you’ll be swept away by that wave of zombies. You can’t penetrate that group with your M4 and rifle.

I looked to see if I could break through the building, but it was impossible. It’s a whole glass window, so even if you crash into it, you won’t be able to penetrate the wall behind it.

I see a cage lying on the sidewalk. A zombie is clamoring, but the humans beneath it are trembling but unable to speak.

Wow. It’s a helicopter At best, I’ve done nothing but drag a zombie through the hook of a leccacha. This kind of sheep hunting is creative.

Crowding zombies into cages like that, turning them into miniguns and rockets… Are they the only ones who do fun things like that? It’s a bit unfortunate.

『30 Seconds left.』

Looking behind you in the side mirror, you can see people from the Centers for Disease Control getting out of the car behind the fire truck. Some people were able to open the handcuffs, but there were more people who could not. No one told them to, but like learned people, they lined up on the side of the road and knelt down.

Cassandra is lying on a stretcher. There’s no way they’d be compliant, but I guess it’s different. His arms and feet are handcuffed. Still, seeing the bandages on his shoulders and back gives me relief.

On the other hand, fire trucks do not move. I’m looking to see if the door is broken, but it doesn’t seem like it. The iron plate is attached to the perforated plate, so you can’t see inside the window. I have no idea what you’re thinking.

… But why do fire trucks turn their high beams on and off? Feel bad? The top of the water tank exploded, and the firefighter or the leaking topic.

I wonder what will happen if I go to the Hamptons as it is. Once you get there, the road will be safe. I just don’t know what will happen. Hmm… It’s not like I’m being ‘doujinshi’ by the doctors behind me.

On second thought, being Cassandra’s pet human wouldn’t be a bad thing either. He’s a bit weird, but he has big breasts… Hmm… her breasts are big Then I wonder if she’s done.

But, if you can trust those helicopter riders.

『15 Seconds left. Black van and fire engine, get off or I will open fire.”

I glance up at the helicopter that is sneaking around. They are preparing to pour bullets if necessary.

A silver blonde woman with fair skin stands out among them. Seeing that she doesn’t wear a bulletproof helmet at the operation site, that woman must be her commander.

… I am seriously worried about whether I can trust the people who put people and zombies together in cages and drag them around as bait.

Wait a minute. Didn’t she say something about the 8th Military Police earlier? If 8qawsed8 is that woman and the one who brought the helicopter is that woman.

“Ah, no.”

But what if it’s right? I have to run away right now.

The fire truck in the back turned on its high beams again. He slammed on the brake. Maybe I saw the tail lights flicker, so I calmed down.

Anyway, why aren’t they getting off? Do you want to fall behind Or, you shouldn’t be caught in the gendarmerie… Even if it’s unavoidable…

There is. There is such a person. Hans, who said he would send someone to pick up the bag.

“Wow.”

First of all, I think I know that the relationship between Hans and the woman in the helicopter is filthy bad. So it won’t come off If you go down, you’ll fall behind.

Maybe not.

『5 Seconds left!』

Once the door was opened. As I got off, I naturally dragged the M4 and rifle from the passenger seat to the driver’s seat. I’ll grab it and shoot it straight away.

『Black van pink bag, get out of the car! Fire engine, don’t wait any longer!

I raised my hands and backed away slowly. But he did not back down obediently. Scuffed his feet. He drew a pretty big V on the ground.

Then, looking at the fire engine, he eagerly signaled with his hand.

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Leticia and her soldiers looked at the leader with nervous eyes. The captain had his right hand raised. When that hand comes down, a volley should be fired.

But it didn’t. He shook his head and waved his hand. A sign to wait.

‘Are you laughing?’

The corners of the leader’s mouth went up like a smiling snake. Leticia followed the captain’s gaze. The V drawn on the floor was clear.

“… V. You are caught in an unexpected place.”

But soon he leans back. A lost face.

“You are loyal to the Elsa Secret Service… I thought it would be more fun than this. Leticia. How is it? There, there is an Elsa man who gives himself as a slave rather than a master. Is it worth pity?”

Leticia looked down at the same countryman who vigorously waved her arms. Viewed from above, it even looked a little sad. Because it was like begging for her life.

“Begging for life is the nature of living things, so I think it can’t be helped.”

“If that’s the case, slaughtering with dignity will protect some dignity. Get ready to fire. Hit the fire engine and the black van, but leave enough firepower to wipe out the zombies… “

At that time.

V suddenly banged his car. Suddenly, the fire truck turned on its high beams and sprinted forward, ramming the black van from behind.

“What is it?”

It was after V got into the car. Virginia stuck her head out of her chopper. The minigun shooter took up position and the gendarmerie grabbed their rifles.

“Lean back!”

The helicopter tilted. The military police officers who were waiting for an order to shoot were frightened and grabbed their guns. Like well-trained soldiers, it was a relief that he hadn’t put his finger on the trigger yet.

Virginia shook her head. Ping! And one of her bullets lodged in the ceiling of the helicopter’s cabin.

“Everything, Captain!”

Severed silver blonde hair fluttered in the air. Virginia straightened her stance. She brushed up the hair in the front of her that had been cut off.

“Ha… “

It shines with a strange brilliance, like boiling purple eyes. The cheeks turned red. Lips smeared with black lipstick tremble. It is the excitement of a gourmet who puts delicious things in front of him.

“Minigun, minigun shooter what are you doing! Right now… !”

“No. Meaningless The shooting angle is not right. Throw a grenade!”

The gendarmerie pulled out a safety pin and threw a grenade. In less than a second, the helicopter rocked. There was a thumping sound from below.

The gendarmerie members banged their heads against the ceiling at the sudden maneuver.

“What is going on!”

“Something exploded under the helicopter! Do they even have anti-aircraft weapons?”

The flight commander and co-pilot were busy using their hands to stabilize the helicopter. Fortunately, it was not a fatal hit, but sudden maneuvering became difficult.

“No, as far as we know… !”

“I hit a thrown grenade.”

Everyone was startled by the calm voice.

“… What did you say, Commander-in-Chief?”

“That’s literally it. One of our personnel dropped a grenade, and the man in the van fired a grenade.”

“… How?”

“Hey, he’s lying on his back in the van and shooting. I shoot from a stable position with my legs in the passenger seat, my head leaning against the driver’s seat, and my rifle mounted on the window sill. A fire engine is pushing it from behind, so it must be possible.”

“It must be a coincidence. There can be no such type of shooter.”

“It is not a coincidence. Intelligence officer.”

Virginia opened the long bag. This is the bag that everyone insisted on carrying because Hansako herself insisted on carrying it.

“Commander of the Aviation Battalion. Sorry for the trouble, but please match the minigun shooting angle. Leticia, send the other helicopter to escort the convoy after confirming its identity as per the operation. However, Angels 4 and 5 open fire on the fire engine and van. Leave the miniguns and rockets for ‘zombie cleanup’, and use the riflemen.”

While Leticia was busy calling, the air battalion commander asked a question.

“Chief of the Special Task Force. Even if it’s a van, aren’t the fire truck’s gloves too thick? I can’t hear the rifle bullets.”

“Then I will take care of that.”

The bag was opened. The gendarmerie members .

The thing in the bag was in the shape of a revolver. No, it was too big to be called a pistol.

Extremely long, tall, heavy-looking, and elegant. It was indeed a lump of iron. I couldn’t tell if I was going to shoot a bullet or a grenade.

Of course. You’ve never seen a revolver with a 26 cm barrel. A snake is engraved on the barrel of that revolver whose practicality is questionable.

Virginia loaded the revolver’s drum with bullets. One. Two. Three… seven. Rifle rounds were seen lodged in the sides of fire trucks and vans. Before long, flames rose from the rocket launcher on Angel 4’s left side.

– Angel 4, hit! Angel 4 Hit! Left launcher lost!

– That madman shot this! See? That crazy bastard shot and hit it! Leave! Break away!

Ignoring the incoming radio calls, Virginia straightened her arms.

And,

Firing.

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Fire truck.

“That’s crazy.”

A man armed with a rifle continued to exclaim.

The driver of the cash transport van got out and danced abruptly. Seeing him turn his head and flick his wrists, I wondered if he had finally lost his mind. But it wasn’t.

“That… V, right?”

It was as Camilla pointed out. That man was V. Otherwise, how could he think of drawing such a symbol in a situation like this?

“That person will be just like us. If you’re a Western spy, you shouldn’t be caught here.”

“Isn’t it?”

“I can’t even talk about this.”

“I’ll turn on the high beam, sister.”

I forgot. Flash. The man signaled something eagerly towards the fire engine. Pressing his fist into the palm of his hand, he pointed alternately between the van and the fire engine.

“… Are you asking me to f*ck you from behind?”

“We have to run into that van to get out anyway. I have no choice. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

“… Everyone. Sorry.”

Camilla shook her head.

“I never thought things would turn out like this. I should have been a little more determined.”

“What are you talking about, sister? It was us who left the decision. You don’t have to blame yourself.”

“Right.”

“Anyone would have done that, sister. The hostages were released, but of course we had to come. What has happened to other comrades and comrades has only come to us. Therefore.”

However, the Liberation Army was holding back tears. Camilla stretched out her hands in both directions. The four liberators held each other’s hands.

“… For Elsa.”

“For Elza.”

V has already been prepared. The rifle man stepped on the accelerator. He gently chinned the back of the van and accelerated. Fortunately, the signatures matched. V hopped into the car, thrust a rifle into the driver’s seat, and opened fire.

“… What are you doing? How did you come up with that angle?”

“I lay down.”

Camilla was impressed. “Yes?” She asked, wondering if the rifle man had misunderstood. Camilla’s face lit up with joy.

“I was lying down! We’re pushing that dude. That dude doesn’t have to drive!”

“But what kind of helicopter can I catch with a rifle… “

A loud explosion was heard in the air. Black smoke billowed from the lower part of the helicopter. Unfortunately, the fuel tank didn’t leak, and it only got stuck with debris, but it was enough to dislodge it.

“… What did you do?”

“I don’t know, but focus first! If we can fire support, let’s do it!”

“Helicopter on the right!”

Tattatatang! It was seen that the bulletproof plate was distorted. It was a rifle bullet. It was like crushing a steel plate with a fist. But it didn’t break through.

“Does this work? Can it be?”

An M4 rifle extended from the passenger side of the van. “Tattatang,” He fired two or three shots at a time. Flames rose from the platform of a helicopter approaching from the right. The rocket launcher caught fire.

“… Is there a person who can become that?”

Camilla murmured as if bewildered. She thought she had a good command of shooting, but she seemed to be in an area that the man in front of her couldn’t possibly approach.

“I can’t shoot better than my sister.”

The rifleman in the driver’s seat grinned. Camilla tried to tell her not to say that. Thank you for trying to save me….

It was then. A silver light shimmered through the driver’s window. It was the reflection of a sniper rifle. Camilla screamed reflexively.

Puck.

With one shot, the armor plate was pierced and the glass cracked.

“Uh.”

Puck.

The rifle man flinched. A hole was punched through his head. Blood splattered across Camilla’s face.