<h4>Chapter 238 Ind in the North Part 2</h4>


    "Specter-1 to Globemaster Charlie-Three-Niner," Graves radioed.


    "This is Globemaster Charlie-Three-Niner, send traffic," the pilot responded, his tone equally professional.


    Graves adjusted his stance, ensuring his voice was clear over them. "Globemaster, we have a humanitarian situation on Fuga Ind. Coordinates for supply drop are as follows: 19.2830° N, 121.9398° E. Request immediate dispatch of relief supplies. Over."


    There was a brief pause before the pilot replied, "Copy that, Specter-1. Preparing for supply drop at designated coordinates. ETA five minutes. Over."


    "Specter-1 acknowledges, Charlie-Three-Niner. We will secure the drop zone. Over and out."


    "Let''s set up for the drop," Richard said, his eyes scanning the open area that would serve as the drop zone. "We need to ensure the suppliesnd safely and are distributed effectively."


    Together, Richard and Graves moved swiftly, their advanced suits allowing them to cover the terrain with ease. They positioned themselves strategically, ensuring a clear line of sight to the sky and an unobstructed area for the cargo tond.


    As the time for the drop approached, the distant rumble of the C-17 Globemaster could be heard, growing louder as it neared. The vigers gathered, their gazes turning skyward. Children clung to their parents, while the elderly leaned on makeshift canes, all watching the sky in anticipation.


    The C-17, a massive silhouette against the morning sky, approached the drop zone. Its rear cargo doors were open, revealing the pallets of supplies secured within. The pilot expertly maneuvered the aircraft, reducing altitude and aligning with the drop coordinates.


    Inside the aircraft, the loadmaster stood ready, his eyes fixed on the green light that would signal the release.


    As the Globemaster flew over the drop zone, the green light flicked on. "Go!" shouted the loadmaster. Immediately, the crew pushed the pallets out of the aircraft. Each pallet, rigged with a GPS-guided parachute system, sailed out of the cargo bay and into the open sky.


    The vigers watched in awe as the pallets descended, their parachutes deploying with a snap, slowing their descent. The GPS guidance systems steered the pallets toward the designatednding area, ensuring a precise drop.


    Richard and Graves stood ready, monitoring the descent. As the pallets touched down, the impact was softened by the shock-absorbing material on the bottom, preventing damage to the contents.


    "Perfect drop," Richard murmured, his eyes on the pallets.


    The vigers rushed forward, but Richard raised his hand. "Wait! Let us check for safety first."


    He and Graves quickly moved to the pallets, scanning them for any signs of damage or hazard. Satisfied that the supplies were secure, Richard signaled the vigers to approach.


    Men and women hurried to the pallets, unstrapping the bindings and uncovering the contents. Boxes of food, medical supplies, and essential goods were revealed, much to the relief of the inders.


    "Form lines! We''ll distribute these orderly," Richard instructed, his voice authoritative yet calm. Paolo helped with the trantion and the vigersplied, forming queues as Richard and Graves oversaw the distribution.


    As the supplies were handed out, the air filled with murmurs of gratitude. Children clutched packets of food, their eyes wide with wonder. The elderly received medical supplies, their expressions softening with relief.


    "Okay, this is worth it," Richard murmured. He approached Paolo and asked. "So, is this situation the same on other inds? Like, do youmunicate with the


    other inds here?"


    Paolo nodded his head. "We use boats to reach them, and we sometimes trade food and medicine. But the situation here is the same as the ind there," he pointed towards the north, indicating the direction of the neighboring inds. "They too are struggling with food and medicine shortages."


    "Well don''t worry, because we are going to get you out of here and transport all of you to New rk City," Richard assured him.


    "Is it real that the maind is infested with…zombies?" Paolo asked hesitantly.


    Richard met Paolo''s gaze, his expression solemn. "Yes, it''s true. The maind has been overrun by what we call ''infected''. It''s a dangerous ce, but we''ve established a safe zone in New rk City. It''s secure and well-defended. It''s a ce where you would feel that the apocalypse didn''t even happen."


    Paolo''s eyes widened at the confirmation. "And you can really take us all there? To safety?"


    Graves chimed in, "That''s the n. We''re setting up transportation to move everyone safely. Speaking of which sir, I think you should arrange their transportation."


    "Right," Richard said. "I''ll be leaving the ind for a bit, in the meantime. You''ll handle everything from here. If they have questions, assistance, anything, just radio me."


    Graves nodded. "Understood. I''ll take care of things here."


    With that, Richard put his helmet on and then decided to give one of the features of the Titan''s Guard Mark II a try. It''s a flight capability. Activating the system, Richard felt the suit''s enginese to life, a low hum resonating through the armor. He crouched slightly, preparing for takeoff.


    "Testing the flight system," Richard informed Graves, who gave a thumbs up in response.


    With a burst of power, Richard lifted off the ground, the anti-gravity technology of the Titan''s Guard Mark II propelling him upwards. He soared into the sky, gaining altitude quickly but steadily.


    On the ground, Paolo had his mouth agape, watching in amazement as Richard ascended into the sky. The other vigers also stared in awe, their eyes tracking the flying figure until he was just a speck in the distance.


    Richard tested the maneuverability of the suit, banking left and right, ascending and descending. The suit responded with remarkable agility, and its flight system was stable and responsive. He circled the ind once, ensuring he had a good feel for the suit''s capabilities. He also noted the speed, which is equivalent to fourth to fifth-generation fighter aircraft.


    After a few minutes of flight, Richard set his course to Aparri Port. As he approached the port, he reduced his altitude, scanning the area for a suitablending spot. He identified an open space near the port''s main buildings and descended gracefully, the suit''s engines humming softly as he touched down.


    Once on the ground, Richard deactivated the flight system and from there, zombies in the area began scrambling towards him, attracted by the noise of his arrival. Instinctively, Richard activated another feature of the Titan''s Guard Mark II - the sma des. With a flick of his wrists, the sma des extended from the suit''s gauntlets, their blue hue glowing intensely against the daylight.


    The zombies, mindless and driven by their insatiable hunger, continued to advance toward Richard. He took a defensive stance, preparing to engage. The first zombie lunged at him, its grotesque features contorted in a feral snarl. Richard expertly maneuvered, slicing through the creature with a swift motion of his sma de. The zombie fell to the ground, effectively neutralized.


    More zombies approached, but Richard sliced and hacked them with ease. The de easily cuts through their body as if the de is not cutting anything but air.


    After the threat was neutralized, Richard opened his system navigated to the shop tab, and then browsed the naval vessels. This is the first time he is going to purchase a ship so this is another experience for him.


    "Okay…let''s see."