Chapter 141: The Nuclear Missiles
"Do you really think that's all of them?" Scarlett adjusted her glasses, her tone sharp. "If the tide was this small, Kane wouldn't have run in the first place." Scarlett's rational deduction was chilling. From the start of the battle, only three to four million zombies had been eliminated—a fraction of the estimated 20 million she had predicted. What she didn't know was that the true scale of the tide far exceeded her estimate. "And don't forget," she added, "the machines don't have unlimited ammunition."
Her ability wasn't combat-oriented or directly supportive. Instead, she possessed a unique gift for hyper-rational analysis, gained at the cost of her emotions. Her machine-like mindset allowed her to foresee problems others couldn't. "What do we do if they run out of ammo?" Gwen asked, her voice trembling.
"Pray," Scarlett said coldly, her gaze fixed on Zack in the distance.
"Scarlett, I heard he's the leader of NYC," Fang said, reloading his weapon. "His name's Zack, right?"
"Oh my god, he's so handsome!" Gwen squealed, stars in her eyes. "I'm calling it now—that's the father of my child!"
"When did you have a child?" a burly soldier asked, confused.
"I'll figure it out after I catch him!" Gwen shot back, undeterred.
While others admired Zack, Scarlett's gaze remained analytical, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her concern was simple: Zack's decisions might not align with the survival of the Base. As a leader, his priority would be to protect NYC, even if it meant sacrificing the 600,000 people here. Self-sacrifice was a soldier's duty, not a leader's. And Zack, she suspected, was a man who would make the pragmatic choice every time. "What's going to happen next?" she muttered, her heart heavy with the possiblity.
In the control room, a panicked shout rang out. "Everyone in the control room is dead!? Someone has taken control of the nuclear missiles!" Scott's exclamation sent a wave of dread through the room, confirming Scarlett's worst fears.