Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd In The Apocalypse!

Chapter 1421 Jackie's Shadow - Jonathan's Game Idea

While I have a healthy relationship with Kaley and everyone else—adding on my experience with June, I might have sounded confident from my brief talk with this chick, Lucy, but it was definitely chaos in my head right now. Because one, Quinn already had a domineering aura around her but Lucy had something on the same level—though quite different—as she leaned over to me.

But yeah, as what I usually do with challenges in my life, I laughed it off—or in this case, I let out a chuckle as I gave her a brief reply:

"You gotta take me out to dinner at least, ya know? I'm main-gaining, by the way—"

"HAH! My meat still had protein on it, what's the problem?" she let out a chuckle as well.

"You'd be surprised from my servings though."

"Is that right?"

"It's more than a full-course meal, mind you. You can ask around here."

"Heh, I don't listen to hearsay though—I'd like to witness it from my own eyes."

I shook my head as I chuckled, "Later, if I'm up to it. Where's Malachi and his crew, by the way?"

She just looked at me weirdly, "Do you have fucking eyes? They're right behind me."

"What— HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"@@@@

To my fucking shock, Malachi, Tracy, and the rest of their crew of college students were actually right behind Lucy—but they were all clean-shaven like monks and I fucking mistook them for her entourage. While I should've been paying more attention to my surroundings, I never expected them to be inducted into the De Leon Family even though I did imply that they were working alongside me.

It's just that I assumed that they would've approached us and spoke first but yeah, let's just say that Lucy was preventing me from doing that at the time.

Still, I can't figure out the reason why they decided to show a united front towards baldness—and if anything, as I said earlier, I never thought they'd sign up for Lucy's crew.

Tracy couldn't look me in the eye properly as I asked them to sit down:

"T-This... L-Lucy said that i-it's the only way they could d-drive us out in the o-open..."

"Hah? I never said that," Lucy cut in without a care in the fucking world.

"YOU—"

Lucy chortled with a shit-eating grin, "I stick my neck out for ya fucks, that's the least you can do! I could've sold you to the Garcia Family for a suite but nah, I'd rather get in the action Quinn's been falling head over heels with. So yeah, the least you can do is make me laugh, and you did! YOU ALL DID! HAH!"

In any case, their sacrifice wouldn't be forgotten though Cynthia had a quick fix for them and it was to take them to the Pink House to borrow some wigs. While the dudes couldn't care less, the dudettes in Tracy's fold expressed how thankful they were for the gesture. Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

But yeah, it didn't even take long before Lucy just realized that Jackie's—or should I say my Impreza's—was sitting in the parking space next to her. To be exact, she forgot from her conversation with Quinn that she gave it to me as a gift but seeing it outside for the first time in a while after collecting dust brought a lot of memories from within her.

Quinn and Lucy said at the same time, "Who's that ugly fucker?"

Jonathan's eyes widened in shock, "HAH?! WHO YOU CALLING—"

Quinn continued, "Those flimsy-ass calves, uneven arms—"

Lucy continued, "Jeez, his anterior deltoids are already rubbish-looking but the posteriors are nowhere to be found..."

Jonathan tried to cut in, "Oi, oi, oi! I—"

Though Allie gave him the deathblow, "Don't worry, Daddy! I love you just the way you are, even if you can't bench 225—"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I CAN BENCH—"

"PFFT—/ HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

At that point, I didn't think I needed to add more to the sudden roasting of Mr. Jonathan but Mr. Cuervo was trying hard to keep a straight face as the onslaught of insults came hurling down the dude who dissed his programs. But yeah, it seemed like that this time, Jonathan would be in charge of a few of the programs though unfortunately, I, for one, wouldn't be able to attend this coming Friday.

"What?! I-I— I worked hard on it and you should—"

Mr. Cuervo shook his head, "You need to test these events for the other people first before letting my Champion of Champions run through it. Can you afford him getting injured?"

"Hah? Where's the fun in that if it's so safe?! Isn't the point of your games is to make it dangerous and fun for the crowd?!"

Mr. Cuervo rolled his eyes, "Fine. Tell 'im what your first event is and see how he reacts..."

Jonathan's eyes then lit up, "Great! This is gonna be a doozy~ First, we strap a C4 in your torsos—"

I never cut in so fast, "I'm out."

"What?! I had just started my explanation!"

"Fine... continue."

"Great! T-Then, then... Umm... After we strap you to a C4 vest, we set it to a minute before it explodes a-and, and— the only way to disarm is to umm... We set it in a way where you have to put down 100 zombies in a minute. Like one zombie per second, sounds good, right?"

"Jonathan..."

"Hmm?"

"First of all... Do you know how C4s work and how many seconds do you think is in a minute?"