I Have a Modern Weapon Gacha System in the Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 59: New Operation

A day later, the time was six o’clock in the morning.

Adrian was in the command center, sipping his black coffee from a steaming styrofoam cup as he watched the screen showing live-footage of Ryan’s camera mounted on his helmet.

They were boarding the C-130 along with the original squad. Their mission is to rescue his parents stuck in Boracay, hoping that they are still alive.

And there were a lot of changes from yesterday as Adrian has luckily got a new weapon system from the gacha.

Oshkosh Extreme Multi-Mission Autonomous Vehicle (X-MAV). It’s the ground-based platform for a tomahawk missile. And a drone mounted with a speaker was now on its way to Boracay.

The mission was to drop Ryan and his men from 8,000 feet with air force on standby such as the F-35 and additional air support on call.

Adrian kept his eyes on the screen as Ryan and the team moved up the ramp of the C-130. The interior was already set for a jump, red lights overhead, static lines running along the ceiling, gear secured along the sides. The loadmaster stood near the rear, checking straps and signaling the men into position.

Ryan’s helmet cam shifted as he stepped inside, giving Adrian a quick view of the cargo bay before it stabilized.

"All units onboard," Ryan’s voice came through over comms.

Adrian raised his cup slightly, then set it down on the console.

"Copy," he said. "Give me a status check."

"One-six all green," Ryan replied. "Weapons checked. Comms stable. Jump gear secured."

Behind him, Ethan adjusted his harness while Cole checked his rifle one last time, fingers moving with routine precision. Jake and Mason moved toward the rear, securing themselves along the line while Noah gave a quick nod to the loadmaster.

"Basa Tower, this is Atlas One, C-130 on runway, ready for departure. Request clearance for takeoff," the pilot transmitted.

"Copy, cleared for takeoff," the pilot replied.

Inside the cargo bay, the engine pitch changed slightly.

A low rumble built under their feet.

Ryan felt it through his boots as the aircraft began to roll.

"Moving," Jake said quietly.

The C-130 picked up speed down the runway, the vibration increasing as the aircraft gained momentum.

Ryan stayed near the rear, one hand gripping the overhead line, body braced against the acceleration.

"Stand by," the loadmaster called out.

The runway blurred past beneath them.

Then, a slight shift. The pressure changed as the aircraft lifted.

"Airborne," the pilot confirmed over the intercom.

The vibration eased as the wheels left the ground, the C-130 climbing steadily into the morning sky.

Forty-five minutes later, the situation over Boracay had changed.

"Drone is on station," one of the operators reported.

Adrian stepped closer to the main screen.

The feed showed the western shoreline of the island. The drone hovered at a controlled altitude, its speaker system already active. Sharp, repeating bursts of sound echoed across the beach and into the nearby structures.

"Audio output stable," the operator continued. "Cycle is running every three seconds."

Adrian watched.

At first, nothing moved, seconds later, figures began to appear.

From between buildings, from alleyways, and from the edges of the resorts.

"They’re coming out," another operator said.

The infected moved first.

Slow at the beginning, then faster as more of them picked up the sound. They drifted toward the shoreline, drawn in by the repeated bursts.

Then the pattern shifted.

"Contact..." the operator added.

Adrian didn’t blink.

"Count?" Adrian asked.

"Still tracking... five... eight... twelve—more coming in from the north side," the operator replied.

On the screen, the beach began to fill.

Dozens of infected.

On the screen, the mass grew thicker—movement overlapping, bodies pressing into the same area, all drawn toward that single point.

Adrian exhaled slowly.

"Prepare to fire," he said.

The command center shifted.

Operators moved as they coordinated with the operators on the XMAV, and in their screens linked to the XMAV system, they could see it was arming up.

The X-MAV locked its final alignment.

"Tomahawk ready," the operator confirmed.

"Fire," Adrian ordered.

At the launch site, the X-MAV responded immediately.

The launcher adjusted a fraction, locking its final bearing. A sharp ignition followed.

The Tomahawk cleared the tube in a burst of flame and smoke, rising fast before its booster separated. A second later, the main engine took over, stabilizing the missile as it leveled out and pushed forward.

On the command center screen, the feed switched.

A tracking camera locked onto the missile mid-flight.

"Missile away," the operator confirmed. "Course stable. Time to target—thirty seconds."

Adrian didn’t move.

On the other screen, the drone held position.

Below it, the shoreline was packed.

The infected pressed closer together, bodies overlapping as they pushed toward the sound source. The Hunters were no longer circling. They had moved inside the cluster, their movements tighter now, more focused, reacting to the constant noise.

"Density peak reached," the operator said.

"Maintain drone position," Adrian replied.

"Copy."

The missile closed distance fast.

Over open water, then land.

The camera tracked it as it dropped altitude slightly, aligning for terminal approach.

"Ten seconds," the operator called out.

"Five seconds."

"Three... two..."

Adrian’s eyes stayed fixed.

"Impact."

The screen flashed.

A bright, sharp detonation erupted at the center of the shoreline.

A column of fire and pressure expanded outward, tearing through the packed cluster. Sand and debris blasted into the air as the shockwave rolled across the beach, flattening everything in its path.

Bodies were thrown outward.

Some lifted completely off the ground before slamming back down.

The drone feed shook briefly from the blast.

Then stabilized.

Smoke rose from the impact point, spreading across the shoreline.

"Direct hit," the operator confirmed. "Impact centered on cluster."

Adrian leaned slightly forward.

"Zoom in."

The camera tightened. The hunters and the zombies that were on the killzone were vaporized from the explosion.

"Good effect on target," operator reported.

"Looks like heavy ordnance is the only way to kill those hunters in one go huh?"

"Atlas One is on final approach sir," another operator reported.

"Okay, they can jump now."