On September 19, Leon had not arranged any work for himself.
He put on a casual shirt and jeans and went to inspect the wall construction site outside the base.
Everyone who saw him along the way lowered their heads and greeted him. Leon always responded politely, making sure he did not come across as an aloof leader.
Among the workers, he saw many familiar faces: Morales, Morgan, survivors from the Chemical Plant, captured prisoners, and even some underage boys and girls who came to help carry small items, clean up, and earn a little pocket money.
The project had already been underway for more than half a month. Looking up, Leon saw that a Steel Wall stretching over two thousand meters had already been erected. From time to time, Zombies from outside would pounce against the wall and roar wildly, only to be easily dealt with by the nearby Warriors on guard, using daggers.
After inspecting the wall, Leon headed toward the High-end Hotel, which was now the camp where Colonel William and his troops were stationed.
Although the middle-aged officer and his soldiers had joined the Umbrella Corporation, Leon had not divided them up and assigned them to the three Combat Squads, considering issues of authority and coordination.
These soldiers had learned professional military skills at military academies. They included scouts, gunners, tank crews, communicators, and fire support soldiers, forming a complete combat system.
Using them against brainless Zombies was somewhat overkill. Leon decided that at some point in the future, he would expand and reorganize them into a professional violent force specifically meant to deal with human enemies.
When he arrived at the High-end Hotel, he saw Colonel William holding a Radio and giving orders.
Upon seeing Leon, the middle-aged officer said a few brief words into the Radio before putting it away.
He then hurried over to Leon, gave a solemn military salute, and called out:
"General, what are your orders?"
This old-fashioned officer was not used to calling anyone "Boss." To take his subordinate's feelings into account, Leon had let him choose this form of address.
"Colonel, what are you doing?"
Colonel William stood ramrod straight, his voice full of vigor:
"General, I previously applied for permission to build several defensive Watchtowers around the base. They would be responsible for detecting enemies within a ten-kilometer radius and preventing attacks. I'm arranging for the soldiers to select suitable locations."
Leon nodded. As an ordinary civilian, he had not considered such specialized facilities, but he had indeed agreed to William's request.
"Very good. You can apply to the Logistics Department for any materials you need. As long as it's within reason, I'll approve it as soon as possible."
William gave another military salute and said:
"Yes, General."
Just as he was about to leave, Leon thought of something else and turned to Colonel William.
"There are still too few Tank drivers among the soldiers, and our Combat Squads will soon be equipped with Tanks as part of their daily deployment."
"Get ready. Before long, you'll need to establish a Tank Driving Training Class and help me train Tank crews over the long term."
"Any problems?"
"No problem, General. I guarantee I'll complete the mission."
After inspecting these two places, Leon was about to head back into the base when he suddenly noticed the black armed helicopter, covered in dust, sitting in the plaza outside. An idea came to him.
He took the Communicator from his waist pouch, switched to Daryl's Squad's channel, and said:
"Hello, this is Leon Castor."
"Ms. Kevira, respond if you can hear me."
After a few seconds, a pleasant female voice replied:
"Boss, what do you want? We're busy killing Zombies."
Leon did not care about such a minor matter and said calmly:
"Tell Daryl I'm requisitioning you for another mission. Come to my office as soon as possible."
Half an hour later, Leon was sitting in his boss's chair, playing Diablo 2, when Kevira walked in smelling faintly of sweat. She sauntered over to Leon, carrying the vague stench of Zombie flesh.
Before she could say anything, Leon smacked her on the butt and said:
"You smell awful. Go take a shower first, then come back and talk to me."
Kevira narrowed her eyes slightly, the corners of her mouth curling upward. Her entire body took on a hint of allure as she said:
"Isn't your little kitty here? How dare you let another woman shower here? Aren't you afraid she'll scratch you tonight?"
Without waiting for Leon to answer, she casually grabbed the hem of her clothes and yanked it upward, immediately revealing skin as white as jade across her entire body. Only a thin black undergarment above and below offered the slightest obstruction.
She untied her ponytail, letting her blood-red hair sway gently, and lightly stepped into the spacious, brightly lit bathroom. In a carefree voice, she said:
"Leon, I didn't bring a change of clothes. You wouldn't want me to come out naked, would you?"
An hour later, Leon brought Kevira to the helicopter and pointed at the black armed helicopter.
"Didn't you say you knew how to fly a helicopter?"
"Can you fly this one?"
Kevira licked the corner of her mouth and pressed herself against Leon. She pulled the helicopter keys from his shirt pocket, then lightly leaped into the helicopter.
Leon followed her inside, sat in the copilot's seat, shut the door, and watched the girl insert the key and switch on the controls. Her hands and feet moved in a dazzling flurry.
The helicopter's rotor blades began to whir noisily.
Perhaps because it had been sitting idle for several months, the entire fuselage began to shake violently as the rotors spun.
Leon, who valued his life dearly, was startled. Even though his body was different from an ordinary person's, he still could not withstand a fall from high altitude. He shouted:
"What the hell is this? Is this helicopter broken?"
Kevira, however, remained calm. With a hint of mockery in her smile, she said:
"This is normal. Hmph, I thought you were really afraid of nothing."
Leon hurriedly fastened his seat belt and grabbed the handle beside the window. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Next time, even if you beg for mercy, I'll make you cry and call me Daddy."
Kevira did not take him seriously. She made a face at him, then hauled back hard on the control stick. Amid the buzzing roar of the rotors, the helicopter slowly rose into the sky.
Having lived two lives, this was still Leon's first time riding in a helicopter. As he watched the aircraft climb higher, the ground grow more distant, and the familiar buildings shrink, it felt as though they had broken away from the world's noise and entered a tranquil sky.
All around them were blue skies and white clouds, with a cool breeze and warm sunlight. Even though humanity's world had been destroyed, the sky remained just as beautiful, unchanged throughout the ages.
Kevira gripped the control stick and turned to ask him:
"Where are you planning to go? There isn't much fuel in the helicopter. At most, twenty or thirty kilometers is its limit."
Leon leaned back in his seat and admired the surrounding scenery.
"Let's go take a look at the city center. I want to see what Atlanta looks like now from the sky."
Kevira shrugged indifferently. Then, as if remembering something, she said:
"Next time, fill the helicopter's tank. I'll take you to see my villa. There are quite a few things there that should be useful to you."
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