Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 80: The Guardian Angels

Two soldiers patrolled the perimeter, their boots echoing against the cracked pavement.

"Man, this is boring," Gideon, a young soldier with short brown hair, muttered, adjusting the rifle slung over his shoulder.

Beside him, Damian, a taller and older soldier, chuckled. "Kid, boring means we ain't getting attacked by zombies or raiders. You should be grateful."

Gideon sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Still, you'd think with all these people, something exciting would happen once in a while."

Damian smirked. "Careful what you wish for."

They walked along the commercial district, occasionally checking the side alleys and rooftops for any signs of movement. Patrols were meant to ensure security, but most of the time, it was just a lot of walking in circles.

"You think the Supreme Commander really plans to turn this place into a full city?" Gideon asked.

Damian nodded. "Yeah. And I think he's serious about it. We've got defenses, food supply chains, medical stations. It's only a matter of time before we start expanding beyond the walls."

Gideon whistled. "I can't wait to see the upgrades that we are making in this complex."

Damian smirked. "Words on the street said that they are going to turn this moa complex into a livable place where normal life can flourish."

As they continued walking, something felt off.

Damian slowed his pace, his sharp eyes scanning the area.

Gideon frowned. "What is it?"

"Shh." Damian raised a hand, listening.

At first, there was nothing but silence.

Then—a noise.

A muffled scream.

Both men tensed.

Gideon's grip tightened on his rifle. "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah." Damian's expression darkened. "Let's move."

They took off down the street, moving fast but controlled, weapons ready.

As they got closer, the sounds became clearer—scuffling, struggling… and laughter.

Their stomachs twisted.

"Fuck," Gideon cursed. "This ain't good."

They rounded a corner into an alley—and froze.

Five men had four women pinned against the walls and the ground.

The women—members of ALAB and RAVE—were desperate, terrified. Their clothes were torn, their faces bruised, their bodies struggling against their captors.

One of the men, a bastard with a scarred face, was on top of Minji, his hand clamped over her mouth as he forced her wrists down.

Another man had Kai by the hair, yanking her back as she clawed at his arms.

Yana and Nina were being held down, their captors grinning, their hands roaming.

The women were fighting, kicking, biting—but they were outnumbered, overpowered.

And then—the worst part.

Their eyes.

Wide with terror.

Helpless.

Gideon's blood boiled.

He raised his rifle.

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"GET THE FUCK OFF THEM!"

The sound of a cocked weapon shattered the air.

The men froze.

Scarface turned, his sneer vanishing instantly.

Damian and Gideon stood at the alley entrance, weapons aimed, fingers on the trigger.

The atmosphere shifted in an instant.

"Let them go," Damian said, his voice dangerously calm. "Now."

One of the men, a younger thug, raised his hands slightly. "Hey, hey, relax, soldier boy. We were just—"

Gideon cut him off. "I SAID, LET THEM GO!"

Scarface clenched his jaw, his grip on Minji tightening. "Tch. You wouldn't shoot us. We're survivors, just like you—"

BANG!

A gunshot exploded in the alley, the bullet shattering a streetlight above them.

Scarface flinched.

Damian lowered his smoking barrel. "Next one goes between your eyes."

For a second, no one moved.

Then, slowly—the men released their grips.

Minji gasped as she was let go, scrambling away.

Kai shoved her attacker off, grabbing Yana's arm.

The idols staggered toward the soldiers, trembling.

Damian didn't lower his weapon. His voice was cold as ice.

"Now get on your knees. Hands behind your heads."

Scarface glared. "You can't just—"

Gideon punched him in the face.

The man crashed to the ground, blood spilling from his nose.

"I SAID, ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!"

The rest of the men, realizing they had no way out, slowly complied.

Damian turned to the girls. His voice softened. "Are you okay?"

Minji tried to speak but couldn't. She just nodded, her hands still shaking.

Kai wiped her tears, her body trembling. "You—you got here just in time."

Gideon's jaw tightened. "Not soon enough."

He turned back to the men, his hands shaking with rage.

"Fucking scum."

Damian placed a hand on his shoulder. "They'll get what's coming to them."

Gideon exhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus. "We need to get them back. These bastards need to face the Supreme Commander."

Damian nodded. "Yeah."

He turned to the attackers. His voice was flat. Deadly.

"You think this place has no laws?"

He exhaled, his gun still trained on Scarface.

"You're about to find out how wrong you are."

The men knelt, their hands trembling as they raised them behind their heads. The sneers and arrogance they had carried just moments ago were gone, replaced by the cold realization that their fun had come to an end.

Damian stepped forward, his rifle still trained on Scarface. "Strip them of their weapons," he ordered.

Gideon nodded, moving swiftly. He kicked one of the men in the ribs, forcing him to the ground as he patted them down. A rusted switchblade, a bent steel rod, and a small revolver with only two bullets were tossed aside.

"These guys were armed," Gideon muttered. "They were prepared for something like this."

Damian's expression hardened. "Then they knew exactly what they were doing."

Minji, Kai, Yana, and Nina remained huddled together, still shaking from the ordeal. Their breaths were uneven, and their bodies trembled from the adrenaline crash. They didn't even realize that their nails had drawn blood from where they had clawed at their attackers.

Kai lifted her head slightly, her eyes locking onto Gideon's.

"What happens now?" her voice was barely above a whisper.

"We're taking you back," Gideon assured her. "You're safe now."

Damian turned toward the men, his expression unreadable. "You lot are coming with us. Supreme Commander's going to want to see you."

Scarface gritted his teeth but didn't argue. He knew there was no way out. The rest of the thugs kept their heads down, shoulders stiff with fear.

Damian activated his radio. "This is Patrol unit 164. We've got a group of survivors rescued from an attempted sexual assault. Four victims, five offenders. Requesting backup and medical support."

The radio crackled, and a voice responded. "Copy that, Patrol 164. Sending reinforcements to your location. ETA three minutes."