Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

Chapter 251 Not Yet Done

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"All stations, we have defeated the Abyssal Leviathan," Richard announced over the communication network, his voice echoing through the command center and out to the field units.

In the command center, the staffers momentarily erupted into claps and whistles, celebrating the hard-fought victory over the monstrous Leviathan. However, their jubilation was quickly subdued as Richard raised his hand for silence.

"But we need to be alert," Richard cautioned, his tone firm. "I don't think that's the only monster that Lin Feng has sent to us. All stations in the AO, keep your eyes peeled and your head on a swivel. Give me a status on the rescue efforts of the LPD-2."

The response came through the communication channel, scratchy but clear. "This is Specter-1, the rescue is still underway. There's still a lot of people we need to get off the water."

"Copy that, Specter-1," Richard acknowledged, his mind already shifting to the next pressing issue. "Now give me the status of the search and rescue operation of the Poseidon."

A brief pause followed before the next update came in. "Eagle, this is LPD-3. Our helicopter has reached Poseidon's last known coordinates. We're beginning the search for survivors. The sea is rough, and visibility is low, but we're doing our best—wait, I think there I see one of them."

"Sara, can you please pull up the satellite feed of Poseidon's crash site?" Richard asked, turning to Sara who was already on her console, typing rapidly.

"Pulling it up now, Eagle," Sara responded. Her screen flickered as she accessed the footage from one of the Sikorsky CH-53 Sea Stallions hovering over

In the command center, Richard turned his attention to the live feed from the camera mounted on the Sikorsky CH-53 Sea Stallion hovering over Poseidon's crash site. The rough sea churned below, with waves crashing tumultuously amidst the wreckage.

"Sara, let's get a closer look through the CH-53's camera," Richard instructed.

Sara quickly adjusted the feed, zooming in on the area where the survivor was spotted. The camera feed, though jostled by the stormy conditions, revealed a figure waving a glow stick amidst the floating debris. Despite the poor visibility due to the rain and wind, the rescue team aboard the CH-53 had managed to spot the survivor.

"LPD-3 to Blackwatch, we have a visual on one survivor, confirmed by the CH-53's camera. Initiating rescue operation now," the officer on LPD-3 reported.

On the command center's screens, the dramatic rescue unfolded. The helicopter's searchlight cut through the darkness and rain, focusing on the lone figure in the water. The rescue team aboard the CH-53 skillfully lowered a rescue basket and a diver toward the survivor.

Braving the treacherous sea, the diver reached the struggling individual, securing them safely into the basket. The helicopter's crew then carefully hoisted the basket up, bringing the survivor aboard. Immediate first aid was administered, ensuring the survivor was stable.

"Look, I saw another one!" One of the crews of the CH-53 announced urgently, pointing towards another spot amidst the floating wreckage. The camera swiftly panned to the new location, where another individual was seen clinging to a piece of debris.

Richard's gaze remained fixed on the screen. "Quickly, get them out of there," he instructed.

The helicopter maneuvered closer, battling against the howling winds and the violent waves. The rescue diver was again lowered, battling the tumultuous sea to reach the second survivor. The diver secured the survivor into the rescue basket, and they were both hoisted to safety aboard the helicopter.

"Valkyrie to Eagle, it seems that our mission over here is completed, requesting permission to return to base, over."

"Granted, Valkyries," Richard responded promptly over the communication channel. "Return to base, but stay on high alert until you're clear of the area. Good work out there."

As the squadron of F-35s, the Valkyries began to peel away from the engagement zone, the pilots maintained a vigilant eye on their surroundings. The skies, though still clouded from the aftermath of the battle, were clearing, offering better visibility. Each pilot, despite the fatigue from the intense operation, stayed focused, aware that the threat might not be entirely neutralized.

The lead pilot, keeping a steady hand on the controls, glanced over the radar screen. "All Valkyries, maintain formation and keep your radars active until we're clear. We can't afford any surprises."

The squadron moved as a cohesive unit, their jets cutting through the sky with precision. Suddenly, a blip appeared on the radar screens of the Valkyrie squadron.

"Hold on, I've got something on the radar," one of the pilots announced.

"Can you identify it?" asked the lead pilot, adjusting his own radar to get a better look at the unidentified object.

"It's large, moving fast, and heading in our direction," the pilot reported. The blip on the radar was unlike any typical aircraft or known sea creature.

Richard, overhearing the conversation, walked forward. "Valkyries, Eagle here. Describe the blip. Size, speed, any recognizable features?"

The Valkyrie pilot, maintaining a steady voice despite the uncertainty, replied, "Eagle, the object is massive, larger than any conventional aircraft. It's moving at high speed, closing in on our position. Unable to identify any specific features at this range. It does not match any known aircraft profiles."

Richard's brow furrowed as he contemplated the situation. "Keep your distance, Valkyries. Do not engage until we have more information. Sara, get me a visual on that object through our drones."

"Copy that, Eagle," Sara acknowledged. She swiftly directed the command to the drone operators. "Predator drone team, this is Blackwatch Command. We have an unidentified object on the Valkyries' radar. Proceed to the following coordinates for reconnaissance and visual identification." Sara relayed the coordinates to the drone team,

The drone operators acknowledged the order and promptly executed it. The MQ-1 Predator drones swiftly altered their flight path to converge on the specified coordinates.

As the Predator drones approached, their cameras captured clearer images of the object. What initially seemed like a mere blip on the radar screen soon took the shape of a large, bird-like entity. This was no ordinary bird, however. It was colossal, dwarfing any known avian species, with a wingspan that seemed to stretch endlessly across the sky. Its feathers, dark as the night, shimmered with an eerie iridescence.

Suddenly, the creature let out a deafening sonic screech, a sound so powerful and piercing that it visibly distorted the air around it. The shockwave from the screech rippled through the sky, reaching the Predator drones.

On the screens, Richard and his team watched as the sonic attack impacted the drones. The intense vibration from the screech caused critical malfunctions in the drones' systems, causing the screen to flicker, until it was all signal lost.

"Okay, we are not done here yet," Richard muttered. "Get those Valkyries in position, let's confront this motherfucker."