Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

But before everything would’ve been all said and done, Mr. Crisologo’s place wasn’t all just bad guys and whatnot because a good majority of them were complete civilians who were tasked to do hard labor among other “annoying” and “boring” things to do in the apocalypse.

And as per my conversation with Mr. Garciano, he had some of his troops posted over in Mr. Crisologo’s base, and we’d only have to take care of a dozen or so soldiers and the head honcho that bore a grudge.

This would be the most embarrassing and sad revenge story ever but despite all that, we were bringing a few cavalries to deal with these fucks.

So, fast forward a couple of hours, I was looking at a few displays showing different POVs when our Killdozer made a fucking entrance like the Kool-Aid man from the commercials. And before it even broke through that part of the wall, Mr. Crisologo’s men tried everything to take it down but to no avail.

lightsnοvεl And to add insult to injury, I was already in the same frequency they were using to communicate with each other and Mr. Garciano already gave me the reigns to command his soldiers who were on the inside.

Not only did they inform me of Mr. Crisologo’s exact location, but they also managed to gather almost everyone who was in cahoots with their temp leader in one place, which coincidentally was the area where the Killdozer broke through.

‘Giving those fucks automatic rifles made them feel invincible, eh?’

Granted they probably wasted a few hundred rounds attempting to pierce through inches of concrete and solid metal, but I’d rather have them choose that inanimate object as their target instead of my people.

Everything was over in less than 30 minutes and it was fucking funny to me because we spent more time preparing and calling over everyone to participate for the battle to end so one-sidedly because there was nothing more stupid than getting shot in the back of the head from the people you thought were their comrades.

The Killdozer and the several drones flying overhead completely distracted them from the actual threat and the ones who weren’t in the fray were already put down silently or violently either by the soldiers I was given command of or by the civilians who knew about our attack and tried to switch sides.

It was pretty obvious that they wanted new leadership and would gladly have anyone else besides that slimy fuck, but that would come a little later because the biggest surprise of this afternoon was for Mr. Crisologo himself.

The reason I didn’t have the Killdozer breach their only gate was for a chance for him to escape and seek asylum with only a few of his trusted aides.

He completely left his people to “die” by my hands and I have definite proof of this because not only was I hearing his distraught voice through my earpiece, it was also being broadcasted to the speakers we mounted at the back of the Killdozer so we could kill more than two birds with one stone:

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[FELIX! FELIX! ANSWER ME! ANSWER ME, YOU FUCK! I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT WE’VE BEEN MADE— FUCK! IT’S PROBABLY THOSE FUCKS I SENT OVER TO GET TO KNOW THOSE DUMB GUARDS! HOW COULD THEY FUCK THIS UP?! WE’RE HEADING OVER TO ONE OF YOUR CHECKPOINTS NOW! I’M GONNA NEED AN ESCORT! BE FUCKING QUICK ABOUT IT OR I’LL SMACK YOU AND YOUR WIFE YOU FUCK!]

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Then Mr. Garciano’s voice came through the same channel:

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[Don’t worry, alright—]

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[WHAT DO YOU MEAN, DON’T WORRY?! YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE FIREPOWER THAT KID HAS AND HE SENT OVER EVERYTHING! I LOST ALL MY GUARDS AND I’M SORRY YOUR GUARDS HAD TO FEND FOR THEMSELVES! IT’S JUST A SACRIFICE THAT I HAD TO MAKE!]

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[And your people? How about them—]

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[FUCK ‘EM! I GAVE THEM ALL OF THAT SHIT AND NO ONE EVEN STOOD UP TO FIGHT FOR ME! I ONLY BROUGHT A COUPLE OF MY BITCHES HERE WITH ME AND FOR GIVING ME AN OUT, I’LL HAVE YA GET IN WITH ONE OF THEM—]

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[I’m sorry but I am married—]

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[WHO FUCKIN’ CARES?! I CHEAT ON MY WIFE ALL THE TIME— I think no one’s following us, I think we lost them— HOW IS IT ON YOUR CHECKPOINT?! IS MY ESCORT READY?!]

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[I luckily have my ‘best group’ closeby and I already ordered them to meet with you. They’ll probably arrive there shortly—]

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[TELL THEM TO HURRT THE FUCK UP THEN! DON’T THEY KNOW WHO I AM?! WE’RE REALLY CLOSE! WE WOULD’VE BEEN THERE IF THIS FUCKING DRIVER COULD DRIVE ANY FASTER!]

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[That’s really unfortunate, don’t stress though. I just received word that they’re already there and my best guy out there is driving this really cool Raptor, I believe your very familiar with those trucks.]

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[A FUCKING RAPTOR?! HAH! WHO FUCKING DRIVES THOSE NOWADAYS?! HAD TO OVERCOMPENSATE FOR SOMETHING, RIGHT— Hold on… Why— Why does that look— HOLD ON! HOLD ON! HEY, YOU FUCK! DRIVE BACK! DRIVE BACK! WHA– WHERE DID THOSE COME FROM?! FELIX! FELIX! YOU FUCK! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?! OUT OF ALL THE— FELIX! FUCKING ANSWER ME YOU FUCK! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD—]

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As Mr. Crisologo was losing his fucking mind, I was still at the back of my Raptor—a different one from the one he saw us use last time—but it almost had the same attachments even if the paint was completely different. It didn’t take him long to piece two and two together but it was already too late when he was ordering his driver to go back because Artem and Tatiana’s Humvees had already blocked their exit path, and as of this moment, I drove the last nail to his coffin as I spoke with a friend tone through their supposed private call:

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“Hey, the one driving that asshole’s piece of shit luxury car, if you switch sides right now, I’ll let everyone else besides that fuck live and I’ll let you have a punch in before you stop to recognize him.”

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Though Mr. Crisologo answered, seething with rage:

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[I KNOW IT WAS YOU, YOU FUCK! REMEMBER ME?! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU’RE MESSING WITH! YOU THINK THAT FELIX IS THE ONLY FRIEND— NO, FUCK THAT! YOU THINK HE’S THE ONLY ONE I HAVE CONNECTIONS WITH?! IF YOU LET ME GO RIGHT NOW, I PROMISE TO— HEY! HEY! HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU ANSWER TO ME, YOU FUCK! I OWN YOU! Y-YOU FUCKING BITCHES, WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME?! DO YOU WANNA DIE—]

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It only took a second before everyone that Mr. Crisologo took with him to safety turned against him because that’s the only way they’d survive though it was a little amusing to see their sedan criss-cross this narrow road without actually hitting anything while a scuffle inside ensued. However, it didn’t take long because the bitch himself was on his knees—with several scratches and bruises—still eyeing me like he could somehow turn the tables around.