How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 4. Lambert Drive (4)

Rifle slung over shoulder, pistol in pocket, OZ shotgun in hand, red mask around mouth. End of disguise as member of Lambert.

Now we move on to the second step.

Place yourself at a sniping point near the auction house, wait for the auction to open, then shoot one by one as you see them, yelling “How dare you fool us!”

It’s good when gangs fight each other, and if they don’t fight, they can fight again.

The third step?

Hiding in a suitable place, killing everyone, taking things and a vehicle, and escaping. Just like you always play.

Of course, the risk is great. According to this plan, we have to enter the center.

But there is nothing to be gained by moving in a direction that is too safe. In a hungry and dangerous area, ‘moving but not getting anything’ means that you will die.

Anyway, the board itself that I made doesn’t change. It is a matter of how many ladles you will take out of a boiling pot while enduring the heat.

Will you be safe and sure but earn a small income, or will you need a little luck but believe in your skills and jump into it.

In the midst of my thoughts, I vaguely heard the sound of a gunshot shooting zombies.

Uh, wait?

* * * * *

At that time, the forest outside the factory area.

A black SUV stopped on the outskirts. Four members of the Elsa Liberation Army, dressed in black, brown, and green camouflage uniforms, disembarked.

If a passer-by sees the armed state, it is quite an assortment of clothes. Submachine guns, shotguns, and rifles, and one held a marksman rifle. It is a small team that can respond to all short, medium and long range engagements.

It was hard to see his face because he was wearing a black balaclava, but the one with the body of a woman took the lead. She lifts her finger up and spins it around.

They moved like ghosts through the forest.

Bang!

Amazed, the group freezes. The person in charge of sniping looks around with binoculars. Again, Bang! A zombie is seen collapsing after being hit by a bullet.

I looked back at the splashing blood. Factory chimneys The words Were clear.

But the sniper is not there. Below that, it was a small guard post. He had a sniper rifle at all.

“Should I catch it?”

Someone’s low voice.

“You have to hold onto it. It takes He’s pretty good for a gangster. Like the gun he’s holding, his posture, he looks like he’s from the police force.”

“Shall we climb up to the guard post?”

“No. It is a waste of time and stamina for that. Are you hungry?”

Three subordinates nodded at the same time.

“Me too. Let’s just pack our bags and think about going out. Still not caught?”

“I can’t catch it.”

One of his subordinates pulled out a mobile phone. Although there was a “Out of coverage area” Sign, I sent a message to the colleague next to me without hesitation.

They know that the bag serves as a small base station. In other words, if a message is delivered even in an unreachable area, it means that the bag is nearby.

But the bag is not here. Guy V doesn’t even respond.

The thought of ‘I was tricked’ filled everyone’s mind, but Hans’ order was to bring the bag anyway.

You should at least take a picture with your cell phone camera and get confirmation that the bag wasn’t there.

Anyway, Hans is the leader. For the liberation of her country, Elza, you must follow the leader’s words. I was full of complaints.

“Keep trying. I’ll catch him.”

The person who appeared to be the captain aimed a sniper rifle with a silencer.

Even if you put a silencer on, it doesn’t mean that the sound doesn’t leak out at all. In the case of a sniper rifle, the original eardrum would burst to the point where it would go blank.

But it’s worth using just because the gunshots don’t spread farther. Moreover, its power was usable even considering the noise.

Rather, it’s a better tactic in a situation like that Lambert gang, which lures zombies with gunshots and kills them.

As long as you don’t waste bullets.

A zombie walked by again. The Liberation Corps leader caught his breath. We see the gang gunman turn his gun towards the zombie, and squeeze his lungs to get the last air out.

Suck.

My breath stops. The trembling of the body stops. Heart slows down Gang sniper’s muzzle shoots fire. Bang, before the sound was even transmitted.

Shoot.

A dull sound. Zombies fall. He puts his head on the floor like a gang gunman dozing off.

Wait. Waiting. Waiting.

There is no side shooter who raises his head, but he does not take his eyes off the scope.

“After… “

Even breath can be sweet sometimes.

“Really. Camilla’s sniper skills are amazing. The gunfire almost overlapped. Will no one notice?”

“Don’t relax. There may be more at the guard post.”

“Catch your breath and tell me.”

That was not wrong. Not a single sniper shot was heard. The type is the same, but the distance is obviously different. That means there are more zombie shooters.

“Let’s take a sip of water and move on.”

After a while, the liberators moved forward again.

I saw two gang members drinking tea over a campfire. Two agents with guns on their backs pulled out piano strings and then turned around and strangled him. Kkeuk, kakk, the glass fell, but the noise was there.

“Forward. Open up.”

Four ghosts entered the factory area.

* * * * *

Obviously the sound of gunfire overlapped.

From the factory side, there was a zombie sniper gunshot, and immediately after that, another sniper shot was heard, at a level close to a barrage. This is what often happens during reverse sniping.

It looks like that guy named Hans has come to meet you. Judging by the lack of intense gunshots, it seems that a full-fledged engagement did not take place.

But this is definitely an opportunity. The place where there are three chimneys in a row is a little further away from the factory area. If it wasn’t empty there, the engagement couldn’t happen.

If you take advantage of the attention focused there and infiltrate into the center… It’s a gamble worth taking.

Tighten the mask again and check the camouflage of the bag. Everything is fine Open the warehouse door and step out into the street.

I have never been there, but I take a leisurely walk through familiar streets. Like patrolling.

We have to go to the main street anyway. There’s no need to sneak around, but there’s nothing good about standing out, so I do my best to go in the dark.

Fortunately, the layout of the gang members is pretty much the same as I remember. The guy who stands and watches as if he’s driving a stake. A guy who goes back and forth between certain points.

Sometimes I stand still. Sometimes it passes between them naturally as if it is a passing road.

The wind was blowing hard. A sandstorm scratching your cheeks. Everyone put on their hats and frowned at their arrogance. I also pushed my cowboy hat down and passed by the crowd.

Intermittent gunshots are heard. Obvious. Sounds overlap. The zombie sniper shoots first, and in less than a second another sniper shoots again. The tactic of hiding sound in sound. Judging by the fact that it doesn’t shoot more than two shots, it seems that it shoots very well.

But other than me, no one noticed.

I calm down and walk the streets of Lambert. I try to contrast it with the scenery in my memory, the street that I have wandered around for so long that I can even close my eyes and memorize it.

In my memory, Lambert was a completely deserted village. Bullet marks. A vine that grew up on a collapsed wall. Zombie dogs jumped between buildings, and gang members who were hiding on the second floor railing suddenly fired their guns at random.

On the other hand, although you can see the collapsed and burnt buildings here, it doesn’t feel abandoned. A bonfire with the lights off, a bottle of alcohol on top of a dirty magazine, etc. It seems that there are many traces of people.

Is that why? There seem to be more gang members standing guard, and the number of them circling the patrol route I remember is quite high.

Well, it’s over there, so I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. For once, take a leisurely walk The closer you get to the center, the more you can’t go unnoticed by them, so you have to get over it.

Fortunately, it’s similar to what I remember, so if I pretend to be a patrolling gang member, I can blend in very naturally…

“Hey, high school girl!”

A sudden shout is heard from behind.

To say ‘high school girl’. What the hell is that

“Yes, Mr. Pink Pink Princess Bag! It looks like you’re going to a girls’ middle school, right? That’s a felony know?”

… I never thought I would walk out of the building. Turn around slowly A donkey-like fellow is standing on one leg and leaning against the porch, munching peanuts.

It’s a face I really want to shoot.

“Oh, this? It’s my nephew.”

I checked the bag. The half-torn cover cloth flutters. It looks like it was torn while the wind was blowing hard.

What was revealed was the face of the unlucky Barbie doll.

“I’m running errands for my nephew’s bag, what is it?”

“… To put it in the grave.”

Right to your grave.

A man resembling a donkey suddenly stiffens her body. She looked up at the sky vaguely and looked down at the ground, thinking of the funeral she had yet to attend.

“… I really liked it.”

“I’m sorry.”

The donkey man crosses her name. Then she spit and spit. What are you doing, that?

“… What can I do! The living must live. Isn’t it? Greatness. Anyway, I’ve never seen such a bag before. By the way, does she carry two guns? 22 Caliber rifle on the shoulder? Who are you going to shoot?”

Are you shy and trying to change your mind, or did you catch it because it was suspicious? Maybe it’s both.

“Good job. This is for people.”

“That stick of sh*t in your hand?”

OZ’s notoriety seems to be quite famous among them. Well, a bolt-action shotgun, unless you’re a poor communist, would never have thought of it.

“This is for zombies.”

“It catches zombies and catches people. Aren’t you too prepared?”

The donkey man is happily chewing on peanuts. I eat that too badly.

“It’s auction day. I’ve heard that a lot of the gangs around are coming. Aren’t auction items also items?”

The donkey nodded her head as if she thought it made sense.

“Well, slaves who can heal people aren’t common.”

“Yes. Suffer.”

The moment you try to take two steps apart.

“Wait!”

Clap! Sharp rustle.

This bastard? I turn his body around and aim at OZ.

Tip. I’m…

A single shotgun bullet rolls across the floor. The donkey guy looks at me with a little absurd eyes. In his hand is an Osberg 590.

A pump action shotgun. It is the kind of thing that often appears in movies, where you fire one shot and then pull the cylinder down to reload. Overall decent performance. At least it’s much better than this one in hand.

“You were surprised!”

I yelled at him and took the gun. He raised his hand as if he was sorry. I took a quick look around. Three guys on the roof of the building next door look down and giggle.

“Sorry. Sorry. To speak first. Did you see that I left out the load? Take this.”

He held out Osberg. Like a person with a concept, he had the muzzle up. He sighed and walked over to the guy. It was quite cool when I entered the shade of the porch.

I grabbed the barrel. But, he won’t give up his gun.

“Will you give me some?”

He didn’t relax his hands.

“By the way. It’s a face I haven’t seen among the Lambert police officers I know. Excuse me, could you please lower your mask? Teacher.”

“My hands are busy.”

Osberg is held in the right hand and OZ is held in the left hand. No matter how short the barrel OZ is, this distance is too close. You’ll get caught before you can even lift and aim.

He raises his empty hand. Right. At this rate, put a gun under his chin…

“Are you two dating?”

A voice that broke the bowl. The donkey and I looked sideways at the same time.