Chapter 73

"Captain! No, Warrant Officer! Look quickly! It's the group we saw before! They're being chased by the zombies!"

Alsaas saw Li Fatzi's Land Rover through the binoculars and hurriedly shouted to Milsap.

Milsap's face showed his anger, and he finally lost his patience.

"Do you want to save them?" Milsap tried to suppress his anger and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Warrant Officer! The helicopter carries 16 missiles. We can launch them! I'm confident in my accuracy; I won't destroy any buildings or the people trying to escape!"

"Ha ha." Milsap's face darkened, and he laughed coldly. "Land the helicopter on the helipad of that hotel!"

After Milsap spoke to the pilot, the helicopter began to descend and slowly landed on the roof of a Premier Inn. Premier Inn is a relatively high-end chain hotel in the UK, and this one was about eight or nine stories tall.

"Thank you, Captain! I thank you on behalf of those who are escaping!" Alsaas, still naively thinking the captain was going to save those people, said with joy.

"Ha ha, you're welcome. They should thank you instead." Milsap waved his hand and replied politely.

"However, Captain, I think it's better to bomb from a high altitude. If we enter the city, it might delay the Duke's trip to London." Alsaas said hesitantly.

F*ck! You still remember the mission is to escort the Duke! What an idiot!

"It's fine, it won't take long." Although Milsap was angry, he still acted as if it didn't matter.

Just as Alsaas was wondering why the captain seemed like a different person, the helicopter had already landed steadily on the hotel roof.

"Go, Alsaas. To avoid delaying this mission, I have to give you an urgent task. Go and rescue those trapped people and lead them to London to meet us." Milsap said seriously.

"Huh? What do you mean? I don't understand, Captain." Alsaas was completely confused.

"Aren't you concerned about the country and the people? Don't you want to save the masses? Now, I'm giving you the task. Tell me, what is your identity!?" Milsap asked with a mocking face.

"A soldier of the British Royal Guard!"

"What is your mission?"

"To escort the Duke of Garter to Buckingham Palace!"

"I mean the task I just gave you!"

"Rescue those trapped people and lead them to London to meet us!"

"You can shut up now, get down!"

"Yes!"

And just like that, Alsaas, dazed and confused, was pushed off the helicopter. He stood aside, watching the helicopter take off again, getting farther and farther away until it disappeared from sight.

"I need to make a plan, or I won't be able to save them." Alsaas muttered to himself, sitting cross-legged.

"I have an SA80 rifle with 150 rounds, a Glock 17 9mm pistol with several rounds, a pair of binoculars, and two high-explosive grenades. But with just these, it seems I can't save them."

Alsaas thought for a moment and decided to check the situation on the first floor of the hotel first. He tried to open the door on the roof. Hmm, it wouldn't open; it was locked.

But that didn't stop him. Alsaas fired a few shots at the lock, and the door opened.

"Phew, I wonder what's waiting for me? I hope they can hold on until I get out of this hotel!" Alsaas thought optimistically, readying his SA80 and heading down.

On the other side, in the helicopter.

"Is it really okay to leave Alsaas behind? How will we report to Her Majesty?" a soldier asked Milsap uneasily.

"It's no big deal. Just say Alsaas sacrificed himself and died in the zombies' mouths." Milsap said, glancing back at the Duke of Garter.

He was naturally confident in his subordinates but was a bit wary of the Duke of Garter.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. You did well. That guy was too noisy; this should have been done long ago." The Duke of Garter, sensing Milsap's gaze, said indifferently.

"Thank you, Your Grace." Milsap finally felt relieved.

Actually, after his anger subsided, he was a bit regretful. But since the Duke had promised to keep it a secret, there was nothing to fear.

The Duke had been thinking about the manor all along and wasn't really interested in Alsaas being left behind. Before leaving, he deliberately told the same thing to both Butler Grant and Pierre, entrusting the manor to them.

This way, neither Butler Grant, who relied on his reputation and local advantage, nor Pierre, who had people and guns, could truly control the manor alone. This was exactly what he wanted to see.

No one in a high position wants their subordinates to be too united. Moreover, he didn't know when he would return to London. Only this way could he prevent the manor from falling into others' hands.

As long as he was still alive, these two wouldn't be able to cause much trouble. Let them fight each other.

"Open the sack." The Duke turned to the two soldiers guarding the zombie.

"Your Grace, that's too dangerous!" The two soldiers couldn't agree to his unreasonable request.

The Duke of Garter frowned and grunted in displeasure.

Hearing the Duke's displeasure, Milsap immediately ordered the soldiers to open the sack. Since the Duke had just agreed to keep his secret, he couldn't refuse to do him a favor.

The two soldiers had no choice but to open the sack, revealing the zombie inside. It was a very beautiful zombie, with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a luxurious dress. She looked to be about sixteen years old, as beautiful as a doll. She must have been the Duke's late-life daughter.

The Duke of Garter ordered a servant beside him to hand him the cake box.

"Sweetheart, today is your sixteenth birthday. Dad made your favorite cake for you." Saying this, the Duke of Garter used a spoon to feed the cake to his daughter.

The beautiful female zombie was very excited. She wasn't interested in the cake but in the living people in front of her. She probably wanted to taste what her father was like.

The female zombie struggled more and more as she saw the food, and the two soldiers holding her started to sweat.

Since it was his daughter, the Duke of Garter naturally didn't want to tie her up tightly. For safety, he only bound her hands.

Seeing the lady struggle more, the servant beside her hurriedly came to help hold her down. He didn't want any accidents to happen before they reached Buckingham Palace.

And so, the helicopter continued its flight to Buckingham Palace according to the plan.