Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd In The Apocalypse!

Chapter 1338 Tierra Del Sueno Homes I

I can only laugh at the times people would curse me respectfully, but yeah, no harm no foul—and it was more of an endearing term than an actual cuss out. But even though his departure didn't affect me as much, I would definitely feel something when the Deweys say goodbye for now—especially June—and let's not forget the biggest one, literally and figuratively speaking, Quinn.

Saying goodbye wasn't one of my favorite things to do—even though I just might do it pretty soon as well—because from the way things were going, I just might have enough time to give myself a month or so to do my own thing.

It was one of the perks of having a large group—and it was delegating work to other people, and if you just wait long enough, some things would just resolve themselves.

For one, since Jessica, The Deweys, and the people from the Maritime Training Center were closer to the people situated in the Marine Bases we occupied, aside from Vera and her small team of radio operators, they were also helping us in locating the random-ass people spreading lies about our allied party.

And in Lucy and Jordan's case, #6 and #5's case, Quinn was on top of it though she was still more concerned about getting knocked up which also concerned me.

Quinn may or may not leave in a week or so—because she just might decide to stay if she really got pregnant—but yeah, she can't just take a month off and return to her domicile like it was nothing. Things outside our scope wouldn't just pause and a key figure like her missing from the De Leon Family's Main HQ might cause problems the longer she stayed on leave.

'I'm just spitting ball here but she never mentioned that she's really needed back home though— Wait, I think she might've mentioned once but... It didn't sound too urgent when she said it though...'

Still, before I even began planning my trip to Japan, I had to gather my usual group and what was left of the Puppers.

Because it was for a short trip to Mr. Garciano's territory where one of which was a fortified gated community where several DDR Camps in the area combined into one big force. While I used the word "big", their total firepower remained an issue because they were sitting on their thumbs waiting for some sort of miracle to happen—which happened to be us—when they were still under Mr. Crisologo's rule.

Because yeah, the walls themselves were formed at a negative angle—where anyone that would try to climb would need good arm and grip strength and enough stamina—which the dead, even some of the specials we encountered, had none of.

While some of them could leap a good distance and have deadly grip strength, climbing this place's walls wasn't in their repertoire and they'd be easier targets if they ever did.

But yeah, it didn't take long before we were let in their double gates and welcomed by two officers: Sgt. Lorraine Cabral and Captain Benedict Dagan after some of their staff loosely checked us for injuries and our baggage for anything inorderly.

Captain Dagan offered his hand before Sergeant Cabral:

"Welcome, you must be Sir Ishiyama?"

I returned their handshakes then introduced everybody with me, "I am, I am. Are you in charge of the people we sent here? Are they doing good or are there any complaints?"

He waved me off, "No, no, it's been..." then he leaned closer albeit slightly, "Honestly, it's been better when we had gone under you because Mr. Garciano, as cautious as he is, would tend to turtle each time we're—"

I cut him off, "That's... Speaking like that about your leader... Something's going on. Where is he, anyway?"

Sgt. Lorraine cleared her throat, "Mr. Garciano's by the greenhouses at this moment, he's tending to the plants he grew himself. And to answer your concern regarding our leader's behavior, it should be obvious that people would be bound to speak up if they find something that needs to be done." Your next chapter is on empire

Looking around the group of soldiers listening in to our conversation, it seemed like they all agreed with their superior officers—and I can't even fault them for that though different people had different ways of doing things.