Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

Chapter 134 Finalizing the Purchase

Chapter 134 Finalizing the Purchase

As Richard reviewed the list of military acquisitions, a hint of surprise crossed his face. The total, even after applying the fifty percent discount, was lower than he had anticipated. He had braced for a larger dent in their budget, but now, with more funds at his disposal, he saw an opportunity to strengthen their forces further.

He leaned forward, eyes narrowed in concentration. "I've got more room to maneuver than I thought," he mumbled to himself. The prospect of adding to their aerial firepower was suddenly more viable. More attack helicopters could mean a significant advantage against the impending threat.

His hand went back to the user interface,?poised to adjust the numbers. The strategy was clear in his mind: bolster the air fleet, and add more logistical support. Every additional unit could make a crucial difference in the upcoming conflict.

[Land

M117 Guardian: 100 x 60,000 = 6,000,000 gold coins.

LAV-25: 50 x 100,000 = 5,000,000 gold coins.

M1A2 Abrams Tank: 20 x 450,000 = 9,000,000 gold coins

JLTV Oshkosh: 50 x 40,000 = 2,000,000 gold coins

Air:

Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk: 30 x 800,000 = 24,000,000 gold coins.

Boeing AH-64 Apache: 50 x 1,100,000 gold coins = 55,000,000 gold coins.

Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolt II: 10 x 1,300,000 gold coins. = 13,000,000 gold coins.

Miscellaneous:

Ammunitions: 1,200,000 gold coins

Fuel: 150,000 gold coins

Troops: 300,000 gold coins

Total cost: 115,650,000 gold coins

Discounted price with 50% discount: 57,825,000 gold coins

Current balance: 70,270,000 gold coins.

]

Richard nodded to himself, satisfied with the adjustments. If he pushed forward with this transaction, he would be left with more than thirty million gold coins. He took a step back, his eyes scanning the field before him if they were large enough for the summoning part.

"Okay, this will do," Richard said and with a tap of the "Confirm Purchase" icon, a huge magic circle was formed on the ground. The magic circle glowed brightly, its intricate patterns illuminating the area with a soft, otherworldly light. Richard watched intently as the circle began to pulsate, signaling the imminent arrival of the new equipment.

One by one, the military hardware started to materialize. First, the robust M117 Guardians appeared, their formidable presence adding an immediate sense of security. Next, the sleek LAV-25s and the imposing M1A2 Abrams tanks solidified, their metallic bodies glistening under the sunlight.

Richard's gaze then shifted towards the sky as the sound of rotor blades filled the air. The Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawks descended gracefully, followed by the formidable Boeing AH-64 Apaches. Last to appear were the A-10 Thunderbolt IIs, their arrival marked by the distinctive sound of their engines.

The land military hardware almost took up the space, so the summoning of the air assets was made in the air.

'So it was possible for the system to adjust huh? Richard thought to himself,' Richard thought to himself.

"This would be a fine addition to our military sir," Mark commented, a grin spreading across his lips.

"I wonder if I can fly one of those helicopters," Richard said.

"Wait…sir, you don't know how to fly a helicopter?" Mark exclaimed, looking at Richard as if seeing him in a new light.

"Wa—why are you so surprised about it? Did you really expect me to know how to fly one of those things? There's no way at my age and my situation before this zombie outbreak."

"Well, I expected that you would know how to fly one as it is one of the skills that you can learn from your system," Mark explained, chuckling as if covering his embarrassment.

"Wait…you can learn how to fly?" Richard mused as he opened his system interface, and searched the skills. There is only driving on his skill list, so there's that.

"I don't know," Mark said. "You are the only one who can see your system right? I just thought you knew."

Richard chuckled as he realized that Mark was simply assuming that he had access to flying skills. "No, Mark, it's not like that. My skills are limited to what I've earned and what's available to me. Flying a helicopter isn't on the list, at least not yet," he explained.

Mark nodded, still looking somewhat impressed. "Well, sir, with all these new additions, I think we'll be more than ready for whatever comes our way. And since you may have a lot of money left in your pocket, may I suggest that you acquire more anti-air defense? Like the C-RAM or Patriot missile systems? We need to consider all angles of defense—Oh, we already have the Iron Dome system—"

Richard rubbed his chin as he considered Mark's suggestion. He had almost forgotten about the defense system; he could add the numbers of C-RAM to their arsenal should the outer defense be compromised. But the missile system, they have an Iron Dome, and Iron Dome is more suitable to counter the threat of the Flyers. After all, they fly at a low altitude.

The Patriot Missile System was designed to intercept high altitude high-speed threats while the Iron Dome was more effective against short-range threats, like the Flyers they were expecting. He checked his system to see the price of the Patriot and there, he learned that the Patriot missile defense system is more expensive than the Iron Dome. So it would be a stupid investment. Probably when the threat in the air is more sophisticated and demanding, he could consider it. For now, the Iron Dome and their current air power seemed sufficient.

"Let's focus on maximizing what we have now," Richard finally said, closing the system interface. "Let's return to the Oriental, shall we?"

"That I can agree," Mark replied, nodding in approval of Richard's decision. Together, they headed towards the VH-60N blades and began to spin, stirring up a gust of wind as Richard climbed aboard.

With the newly acquired land and air assets, they returned to the Blackwatch Oriental Military Camp.

Five minutes later.

Upon their arrival at the Blackwatch Oriental Military Camp, the VH-60N landed smoothly on the designated helipad of the Ayala North Exchange Tower 1. The airspace of the military camp was filled with the noise of the helicopter rotors from the Apache and Black Hawk.

"Shit…" Richard cursed under his breath. "I almost forgot."

"What do you mean, sir?" Mark asked concernedly.

"The Warthogs, do they have space to park?" Richard asked.