Chapter 268 Each Shows Their Unique Skills
Chester White stood on the rooftop with his five subordinates behind him. He glanced at the dense crowd of zombies below and recalled walking hand in hand with a woman, sharing Haagen-Dazs, window shopping, and stealing kisses. It felt like just yesterday.
A zombie lifted its head, its hollow eye sockets devoid of eyeballs. It wasn't looking at the humans on the rooftop; it was probably just a random movement. However, it jolted Chester out of his reverie.
Everything in the past were gone. Now, it was the cold apocalypse. Chester's eyes, which had softened, became resolute once more.
Someone reported, "Captain White, someone is coming."
Chester's eyes moved. Between the buildings to the east, a person was flying over using a simple flying device strapped to his back. The speed wasn't fast, but it was stable and quiet, making it safer from detection by flying mutated creatures.
"The leader of the Young Mercenary Corps, Raymond," Chester noted with a smirk.
Such style suited those arrogant teenagers.
"Mr. White, it's been a while since we took down that level-three mutated cockroach together," Raymond Ellis said as he landed gently on the rooftop, turned off the flying device, and walked over to Chester with a smile.
"Looks like you've got some good stuff again," Chester said, glancing at the flying device and his waist pouch.
Raymond said with a grin, "I've had some gains, but compared to you, it's nothing."
Chester paused, then turned to look in the direction Raymond had flown from, smiling. "Seems like you don't trust me much."
Raymond wasn't surprised to see Chester, the strongest in Accraville City, bringing his subordinates. "Not at all. But with so many people here, I'm a bit scared."
Suddenly, a loud engine roar came from the other side of the street. A heavy-duty mixer truck charged over, crushing zombies and creating a path of blood and flesh.
"Ernesto..." Chester and Raymond looked a bit helpless as they watched the truck roar to a stop below. A group of people jumped out, threw grappling hooks to the fourth-floor windows, and quickly climbed up, repeating the process twice to reach the rooftop.
A burly man with a full beard, wearing greasy clothes, waved his equally greasy hand to greet the two leaders. "Hello, Mr. White. Isn't that Raymond?"
"Hold on a sec. Let me move my truck," Ernesto said, leaning over the rooftop and waving at the unmanned but still roaring mixer truck.
The vehicle started moving forward, crushing more zombies before stopping a few hundred feet away. A group of zombies surrounded the giant beast, but it was in vain.
Chester and Raymond exchanged glances, a mixture of disdain for the ostentatious display and a touch of envy.
Ernesto Peterson, a mechanic before the apocalypse, had gained the 'Driver' profession, which gave him incredible control over vehicles. His Fierce Roar warband was the most mobile force in Accraville City and ranked third among all factions.
Almost simultaneously, a scream echoed. Everyone turned to see a figure flying over from the back. This 'flying' was more like a jump, relying on inertia rather than any other power. Dozens of people on another rooftop used a giant trampoline to launch themselves towards the first person.
Raymond couldn't help but laugh. "Isn't that the Silver Coin Squad, ranked fifteenth? Most of them were professional trampoline athletes. Are they all going to fly over one by one? This distance is a few hundred feet. Aren't they afraid of miscalculating and falling?"
Chester didn't laugh. He looked at the trampoline and shook his head. "No, only those at level two or higher can cross this distance accurately."
Ernesto and his men came over. Hearing Chester's words, they all looked at the trampoline thoughtfully.
After the five members of the Silver Coin Squad arrived, other invited teams also appeared, each with their unique methods. Some climbed up stealthily, some used grappling guns, some rode flying Battle Pets, some used professional skills, and one even walked a tightrope.
The various entrances showcased the abilities and types of individuals and teams. These were valuable pieces of information. By setting the meeting place here, Chester gained a better understanding of each faction. It was a clever move.
Raymond saw Sasha leading her team across the steel cable and was slightly surprised. "Isn't that Sasha? What's she doing here?" he asked.
The Mercy Vanguard warband had invited the top twenty factions in Accraville City, along with a few trade-focused ones. Sasha's warband didn't fit either category. Even when they were ranked in the thirties, it was partly because Sasha was a beauty, despite the unsightly birthmark on her face.
"We sent an invitation to her yesterday because her team ranked twentieth after the latest update," Chester explained.
"Twentieth?" Raymond repeated, shocked. "That's a fast rise."
"I heard they got a lot of one-star potions," Chester replied indifferently. He didn't care much about the lower-ranked teams, knowing they were just there to make up the numbers.
As Sasha and her team arrived, some factions familiar with her greeted her.
Chester looked around, counting the arriving factions, and frowned.
"What's wrong, Mr. White? Is everyone here?" asked Carlos Brooks, the general manager of Star Beauty Company.
"One more to go. If they don't arrive in three minutes, we won't wait..." Chester spoke.
Before he finished, some people gasped. Chester followed their gaze to see a twenty-person team appearing below the department store. Many people raised their eyebrows at the sight of the team's equipment.
Sasha, who had been quietly observing, was shocked when she saw a young face in the team.
The young man looked up, saw Sasha, smiled calmly, and waved in greeting.
