Was this airhead hungry? Kevin's head throbbed at the sight. He could only force a friendly smile, walk up to the blonde female driver, and remind her of their next destination.
"School Doctor Shizuka, don't you have a police friend named Rika Minami who works in the Prefectural Police Special Assault Team, the S.A.T.?"
Shizuka Marikawa suddenly snapped out of it. Wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth, she looked incredibly delighted at what Kevin had mentioned.
"You know Little Rika? That's great! How is she now? Did she get out? Was she hurt?"
Faced with this idiot woman's barrage of questions, Kevin's mouth twitched. Sure enough, he should never have tried dropping hints to a creature like an airhead.
"Ahem... I saw her at Toko City International Airport. She should be fine..."
"I heard from a colleague that she likes collecting guns, lives alone, and her place is fairly close to here..."
"Besides, don't you have the key to her residence? That's the most suitable place to stay for now."
Shizuka Marikawa smacked her forehead, hurriedly pulled out a ring of keys from her pocket, and stuffed it into Kevin's hand. A trace of fondness showed in her eyes.
"Little Rika even told you that? You two must be really close."
Sure enough, the bizarre thought process of such creatures would automatically fill in the missing details. They were the easiest type to fool into following someone.
Kevin hurriedly stopped Shizuka Marikawa from asking more questions and, in a slightly forceful tone, ordered her to drive to Rika Minami's residence immediately.
Meanwhile, at Toko City International Airport.
Rika Minami was lying prone atop the observation tower with a sniper rifle in hand when she suddenly sneezed violently. The bullet that had been aimed at a zombie's head instantly struck the concrete instead.
"What's wrong?"
The spotter beside her asked with concern as he handed her a tissue.
"I suddenly got chills down my back. Could someone be cursing me?"
After taking the tissue, the sniper and police sergeant major of the Prefectural Police Special Assault Team's First Squad cast a suspicious glance at the spotter beside her.
"What, Leon? You noble white gentlemen can't stand losing to an Asian at shooting?"
The blond man with parted hair hurriedly raised both hands innocently, caught in the crossfire for no reason at all.
"How would I dare? I've met plenty of Asians better than you."
Hmph... men... Rika Minami rubbed her numb chest, adjusted her posture, and resumed clearing the airport.
A few hours earlier, this man, who had parachuted down into the waters near the airport using a corner of his parachute, had been brought back here by a patrol boat eager to learn about the outside world.
Unfortunately, they had gotten little useful information out of him. Worse, while saving this bastard, her spotter had carelessly been bitten through the neck by a zombie that sprang out from behind a container.
With manpower in short supply, Rika Minami had no choice but to keep this BSAA agent at her side. On one hand, he could temporarily serve as her spotter; on the other, she could keep an indirect watch on this man of unknown intentions.
Hmph... women... Leon, the innocent victim of her verbal attack, helplessly shook his head.
Hopefully, everyone would make it through safely...
A silent blessing was sent toward Toko City, shrouded in terror.
P.S.: Thank you all for your support. Let me say something about Saya Takagi. She was just a child who thought she was clever, loved to show off, but that did not prevent her from making reasonable choices. So I think that was how a child's personality should be.
Killing a Chicken
"That's great, there's even hot water. I can finally take a proper shower..."
"Teacher Shizuka, don't move! I'll help you apply the body wash..."
"..."
The women's laughter from the second floor, along with the fragrant scent of body wash drifting out of the bathroom, inevitably set the men on the first floor daydreaming.
"What are you standing around for? Get to work!"
Kevin slapped the dazed students awake one by one and ordered them to use miscellaneous items to set up a defensive barrier on the first floor.
Then, under the students' envious, nearly jealous gazes, the commander led Takashi Komuro and Toda Hirano up the stairs to the second floor.
Fifteen minutes later, Toda Hirano and Takashi Komuro dug out a row of firearms from a hidden compartment in a storage cabinet. Both were stunned by Rika Minami's astonishing stockpile.
"M1A1 submachine gun, SR-25 sniper rifle, crossbow, M73 shotgun... There are nearly twenty weapons in total. With these, we could slaughter a police station without breaking a sweat..."
Toda Hirano's hands trembled as he stroked the gun's body as though he were facing a long-lost lover. His manic muttering seemed to contain some rather inappropriate words.
Kevin had expected this. Rika Minami had a habit of collecting firearms, and anyone living alone in a two-story apartment like this clearly was not short on money.
"You two, pick one each for self-defense..."
The commander's casual words immediately made both their hearts race. After all, nothing could stop boys from loving weapons.
Mechs and firearms had always been a man's romance.
Having undergone special training with the Blackwater Company for a time, Toda Hirano naturally chose the SR-25 sniper rifle as his primary weapon due to his poor mobility, avoiding the weakness of close combat.
Takashi Komuro, meanwhile, grabbed the M1A1 submachine gun. With his excellent athletic reflexes, he preferred this sort of primary firepower.
Naturally, Kevin was no exception. He slung the British military crossbow, capable of hunting even bears, over his back.
After a brief rest, the three secretly transported some of the firearms to a military Humvee they had found in the garage.
These mentally unstable students were not suited to each carrying guns. That would only increase the danger within the group.
Bang! Just as the three were transporting weapons, a piercing female scream and the crash of shattering glass suddenly came from upstairs.
Kevin's face changed. He immediately drew his sidearm, disengaged the safety, and rushed toward the source of the noise on the second floor with the pale-faced Takashi Komuro and Toda Hirano.
"What happened?!"
The girls crowded in the hallway, having run out wrapped in bath towels, pointed pale-faced at a room with its door half open.
The three immediately aimed their guns inside. In the dim room, a yellow-haired male student was rolling on the floor, clutching his arm and howling in pain.
When Kevin flipped on the light, the three immediately saw Saeko Busujima, the Kendo Club Captain, standing by the bed with a cold expression. She held a bloodstained wooden sword in one hand while pulling up a shoulder strap that had slipped down with the other.
"It's broken... my hand! You bitch! Where's School Doctor Shizuka? Treat me, now!"
The male student with dyed yellow hair and earrings wailed for help. The agony of his broken bone had left tears and snot running down his face.
Anyone with half a brain could guess what had happened.
This idiot, thinking with his dick, had tried to sneak up to the second floor to take advantage of the situation, only to run into the Kendo Club Captain.
Ruined. Kevin glanced at the yellow-haired student's injury and saw that the bones in his forearm had shattered into three or four pieces. Putting them back together would be difficult.
"Sir, I only came up to report on the barrier's construction progress. I accidentally went into the wrong place, and that crazy bitch beat me like this!"
Seeing Kevin's calm expression and no indication that he intended to call a doctor for him, the yellow-haired student immediately endured the pain and cried out his grievance, completely shirking responsibility.
"Oh, is it done?"
The corners of Kevin's lips curled slightly. He crouched down and asked softly.
"Not... not yet, but... soon..."
Bang!
The sudden gunshot not only made the yellow-haired student, his skull pierced through, swallow the rest of his words in stunned silence, but also left all the students present frozen before terror filled their eyes.
"You seem to have forgotten that you're half-mercenary soldiers..."
"Fine. Let me explain the three rules of action..."
"If you don't want to end up like him, listen carefully!"
Under Kevin's cold roar, the students huddled together like frightened quails and listened.
"First, obey!"
"Second, obey!"
"Third, fucking obey!"
The commander kicked the corpse aside. His eyes were sinister, like a Wolf King ready to devour its prey.
"What do you think this is?"
"We're fleeing for our lives, not playing house!"
"If you want to live, you have to fight like hell!"
"Also, keep whatever you've got standing up properly tucked inside your pants!"
"If anyone wants to whip it out, I can satisfy him right now!"
The male students who had come upstairs at the sound were now trembling. Two especially pale figures barely dared to breathe.
Kevin then yanked a bath towel from a cabinet, wrapped it around Saeko Busujima, and signaled everyone to finish setting things up as quickly as possible.
The girls still lingering in the bathroom immediately finished washing in a flurry, then hurriedly began cleaning the place where the boys would stay, making the beds and preparing dinner.
Yet perhaps because the commander had draped a bath towel over Saeko Busujima after killing someone so coldly, the girls felt a faint sense of security beneath their fear.
He had been too tolerant of them. Three idiots had actually dared to ignore his orders and challenge his authority.
At that moment, Kevin stood before the glass window, his eyes narrowed as a layer of frost settled over his face.
That's right... three of them. Two keeping watch, one taking action.
The latter two, however, had the heart of thieves but not the courage. The instant things turned bad, they jumped out the window by the stairwell and ran.
Kevin was not some bloodthirsty, violent madman. For one thing, without medicine, even if that yellow-haired student survived, he would only become a burden.
For another, without a bloody lesson, these idiots would never learn to remember it.
Koichi Shido, that chicken, had already gone cold. So Kevin could only find another one that jumped the highest and drag him out as a warning.
In other words, that unstable idiot with yellow hair had to die!
Kevin strolled behind the garage, casually surveying the surrounding terrain and forming different evacuation plans for different situations in his mind.
Rika Minami's single-person apartment was open on all sides. It was not a good place to hold out.
Plan for defeat before planning for victory. Only then could one be prepared for anything.
All of this required Kevin, as the commander, to handle personally.
However, when Kevin was about ten steps from the corner ahead, he abruptly stopped and raised his gun toward it.
"My cooking duties are finished. I merely came out for a walk."
Dressed like a cook, Saeko Busujima raised both hands and prepared to approach slowly, demonstrating that she meant no harm.
Bang! The moment the Kendo Club Captain took half a step forward, a bullet striking the ground at her feet forced her back to where she had been.
"Beyond ten steps, with a gun in hand, you die!"
"Within five steps, with a blade in hand, I die!"
"Now that you came unarmed, to pose a threat to me, you need to get within at least three steps."
"And even then, the odds between us are still fifty-fifty."
Kevin remained unmoved, his expression as calm as ever, as though Saeko Busujima's goodwill had not affected him in the slightest.
"Besides, is it really hard to guess whether you came out for a walk or because you feel guilty?"
"After all, that was Shizuka Marikawa's room. You deliberately concealed your identity in the darkness just to make that idiot think he had an opening."
"So at least half the responsibility for his death lies with you..."
Saeko Busujima's gentle expression abruptly changed upon hearing that.
P.S.: By the way, why do I feel like I'm cursed? On the first day I asked for votes, I got over a thousand. I asked again the next day and got over nine hundred; on the third day, it dropped to 806...
Well, if you readers enjoy it, please give me some early-month recommendation votes, monthly tickets, blades, or whatever. Thanks.
A Sheep Eats a Wolf
That's right, it was not difficult to guess.
As students of Fujimi Academy, the three yellow-haired boys could not possibly have been unaware of Saeko Busujima's strength. After all, she had won the national kendo tournament and had slaughtered zombies along the way as easily as cutting vegetables.
So those lust-crazed animals would not have chosen Saeko Busujima as their target unless they had eaten too much and had nothing better to do.
Shizuka Marikawa, on the other hand, was a voluptuous airhead with immense appeal to those youthful animals, and her awareness of danger was ridiculously low.
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