A day later, seven thirty in the evening. Richard was in the command center, having a hearty dinner with his little sister, Lisa.

"Brother—I heard you are going to conduct another operation, will this be the end?" Lisa asked with a hopeful tone.

Richard glanced at Lisa, putting his spoon down. "Well the operation is to confirm whether Lin Feng is dead or alive, I hope it’s the former because I really want this nightmare to end."

If there is a way for Richard to know that they got Lin Feng, for example, a notification informing him that they killed Lin Feng like killing the boss, it would have been convenient. But there was no notification, so they had to confirm it in the old-fashioned way—through reconnaissance and confirmation on the ground.

"Are you coming with them?"

Richard shook his head. "If I am, I will not be having this dinner together with you. I’ll be overseeing the operation from here, coordinating with the teams on the ground to ensure they have everything they need for the mission’s success."

Lisa heaved a sigh of relief. "That’s more reassuring. But how about the zombies outside the camp? The residents are getting nervous and scared due to the constant sound of gunfire and explosions every night."

Richard paused, understanding the concern in his sister’s voice. "We’ve increased patrols around the perimeter and reinforced our defenses. The zombies pose a threat, but we’re holding them back. Our main focus, however, remains on taking down Lin Feng. Without him, the zombies will eventually become less of a coordinated threat."

Lisa nodded, looking somewhat reassured but still worried. "I just hope everything goes back to how it used to be."

"We all do," Richard replied, offering a comforting smile. "But until then, we have to stay strong and do what we can to protect each other."

Moments later, Richard finished his meal and bid farewell to his little sister. After that, he went to the command center where the staffers saluted as he entered.

"At ease, gentlemen," Richard said, waving his hand dismissively.

Mark stepped forward from the group of staffers, approaching Richard.

"Sir, Graves and the Navy Seals are on their way to the tarmac. The A400M is prepped and ready for the HALO jump."

Richard nodded, his expression serious. "Good. Make sure they have all the intel and gear they need. This mission doesn’t allow for any mistakes."

"Absolutely, sir. We’ve double-checked everything. The team is equipped with the latest intel on Lin Feng’s last known location and the surrounding area. They’re ready," Mark assured him.

Richard’s gaze lingered on Mark, conveying his trust in his team’s preparation. "Keep me updated on their status. Once they’re airborne, I want regular check-ins."

"Will do, sir. We’ve also set up a secure line for real-time updates. You’ll have eyes and ears on the operation from start to finish," Mark added, indicating the level of communication and surveillance they had arranged for this critical mission.

"Excellent. And Mark, make sure the defense perimeter is on high alert while we’re focused on this operation. We can’t afford any distractions," Richard instructed. After all, the wave hasn’t ended yet and there are still waves of zombies heading towards the camp.

***

Meanwhile, on the tarmac, 20 personnel walked towards the A400M Airbus. Graves led the group, his gaze fixed ahead, while Captain Reynolds and his Navy Seals followed, each member carrying their gear with practiced ease.

As they approached the aircraft, the pilot and co-pilot conducted final checks, ensuring the Airbus was ready for the mission ahead. The ground crew gave a thumbs-up, signaling that everything was set for departure.

Graves turned to Reynolds and his team, his expression grave. "Remember, once we’re in the air, there’s no turning back. We drop in, complete the mission, and extract."

Reynolds nodded, his face set in determination. "We’re ready. Let’s end this."

One by one, the team boarded the Airbus, their gear stowed efficiently. The interior of the aircraft was dimly lit, the only sound was the hum of the engines as they powered up. The pilot’s voice came over the intercom, "All personnel, strap in. We’re taking off in five minutes."

As the aircraft began its taxi to the runway, Richard’s voice came through the secure line. "All stations, this is Eagle Actual. You’re about to embark on a critical mission. I have every confidence in you. Stay sharp, stay focused, and come back safely."

The co-pilot’s voice came over the intercom once more, "Tower, this is A400M Airbus, call sign Falcon 0-2, requesting clearance for takeoff."

"Falcon 0-2, this is Clark Air Tower. You are cleared for takeoff. Proceed to runway three-zero-left and await further instructions."

The pilot acknowledged the clearance, "Clark Air Tower, Falcon 0-2 copies. Heading to three-zero-left, standing by."

As the Airbus taxied into position on the runway, the controller provided final instructions, "Falcon 0-2, you are clear for takeoff. Good luck and Godspeed."

With that, the pilot pushed the throttle forward, and the massive aircraft began its acceleration down the runway. The A400M engines roared to life, generating the necessary thrust for takeoff.

The flight from New Clark City to Beijing is approximately seven hours. That means the team will arrive in Beijing at 0300 HRS. Where the undead or zombies are inactive due to the lack of stimuli.

And in those seven hours, the team remained silent, as if silently preparing for their mission ahead. Some Blackwatch Special Forces were mouthing a prayer. They were aware of the capabilities of Lin Feng on how he easily defeated and overwhelmed them in the first encounter. It goes the same for the Navy Seals who have watched the video of Lin Feng’s fighting style. Reynolds even compared it to Superman, as Lin Feng exhibited supernatural strength and speed, and watched how they easily defeated Blackwatch in such a fashion.

Seven hours later, the pilot of the A400M Airbus spoke through the intercom.

"Wake up, Specters! We are now entering Beijing’s Airspace."

Graves and Reynolds rose to their feet and peered through the small window, offering them a view of Beijing below.

"Damn...you really nuked the capital of China huh?" Reynolds commented.

"We don’t have a choice, if we don’t strike him, the numbers of zombies will increase dramatically to the point of overwhelming the defense of the camp," Graves said and continued. "Gear up, prepare your men to jump."

***

Down below Beijing.

"Master...it seems that we have visitors," Su Xue said, gazing across the night sky.

"Yeah...let’s prepare a grand reception for them," Lin Feng smirked.