I Have a Modern Weapon Gacha System in the Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 36: Supreme Hunter

The Apache or Reaper had lost contact with the mutated zombie it had recently engaged. However, from up in the sky, the UAV was still following the trail of the mutated zombie moving in-between roads and buildings at super speed.

With that, it sends all the data the F-35 needed for a hot pursuit and in the cockpit of the F-35, the pilot with its advanced helmet called HMDS or Helmet Mounted Display System, watched the feed come alive across his visor.

A red box snapped into place.

The pilot leaned slightly forward in his seat.

"I have the track," he said calmly and added. "Command, this is Viper One. Target is confirmed. Moving southbound at high speed. I have positive track."

"Viper One, you are cleared to engage."

"Copy. Cleared hot."

Inside the cockpit, the pilot’s hands moved across the controls.

Weapons page up.

Target lock.

The HMDS tracked it even when the jet banked.

The red box stayed glued to the moving figure below.

"Too close to structures..." the pilot muttered. "There could be civilians inside the building, do I have permission to shoot if the target enters a building?"

"Viper One, you have my permission to engage. Casualties are expected when engaging a high-value target."

"Copy that."

The pilot adjusted his heading.

The F-35 dipped slightly, nose angling toward the streets below.

The target cut across another intersection.

"Switching to gun," Viper One said.

The internal GAU-22/A 25mm armed.

"Guns... guns..."

The cannon fired.

A tight stream of rounds tore through the asphalt.

The line walked toward the moving target—

The creature veered.

Sharp.

The rounds ripped through parked vehicles instead, flipping one onto its side.

"Target evading," the pilot said.

He pulled up and rolled left.

The HMDS kept the lock.

The red box stayed centered.

"Reacquired."

Below, the creature sprinted along a narrow street, then planted a foot—

And jumped.

It cleared the road and slammed into the side of a building.

"Jesus..."

The pilot pushed the throttle, speeding up the jet.

"Switching weapons."

The rhythmic chime of a tone sounded in the pilot’s ears, moments later, it sharply screeched.

"Fox Two."

An AIM-9X Sidewinder dropped and ignited.

The missile curved hard, tracking.

The creature moved again.

It dropped off the building mid-climb—

The missile followed and then an explosion tore through the street.

Windows shattered across nearby structures.

The shockwave rolled down the road.

Inside the cockpit—

"Splash."

The pilot circled.

"Scanning..."

The smoke began to thin as the F-35 circled overhead, its sensors cutting through the heat and debris left behind by the blast.

Then the pilot saw it.

"There," he said, leaning slightly forward.

The red box snapped back onto the target.

The creature dragged itself out from the edge of the destruction zone, its body visibly damaged—sections of muscle torn open, one arm hanging lower than before, parts of its torso still burning from the impact. It staggered forward for a few steps.

Then it stopped.

"Why is it stopping..." the pilot muttered.

The creature’s head turned sharply toward the side of the street. A lone infected stumbled out from behind an overturned vehicle, slow and unaware of what was about to happen.

The creature moved instantly.

It crossed the distance in a blur and grabbed the infected by the neck, lifting it off the ground like it weighed nothing. The infected struggled weakly, arms flailing.

Inside the command center, Adrian leaned closer to the screen.

"...What is it doing?"

The answer came a second later.

The creature opened its jaw wider than it should have and bit down hard. Flesh tore. Bone snapped. It ripped into the infected with quick, violent motions, not even pausing as dark fluid spilled down its body.

"Command, you seeing this?" Viper One said, his tone shifting.

No one answered.

They were all watching.

The creature finished within seconds. What remained dropped lifelessly to the ground.

Then—

It changed.

The torn muscle along its torso began to tighten, pulling itself back together. Exposed bone shifted under reforming flesh. Burned sections darkened, then slowly regained structure.

"That thing is healing," Adrian observed.

"Target is regenerating. I repeat, target has regenerative capability."

The creature rolled its shoulder once, testing its movement, then suddenly broke into a sprint again—faster than before.

"Target speed increasing," Viper One reported as the HMDS struggled for a split second before locking back on.

Below, the creature didn’t slow. It cut through another street, grabbed a second infected mid-run, and tore into it without even stopping, feeding as it moved before discarding the body.

"Jesus Christ..."

Inside the command center, Adrian’s expression hardened.

"That thing feeds to recover," he said, grabbing the mic. "Viper One, do not give it time to regenerate again."

"Copy that."

The pilot adjusted his altitude, pulling the jet higher to gain better angle and separation. His hand moved across the controls as the weapons interface shifted.

"Switching to heavy ordnance."

Below, the creature burst out into a wider section of road, momentarily clear of surrounding structures.

Adrian saw it.

"Now. One pass. Make it count."

The pilot steadied his breathing.

"Copy."

The targeting system updated, calculating lead based on the creature’s speed. The HMDS tracked it cleanly now, the red box steady as the jet aligned.

"GBU-31 selected."

A tone confirmed lock.

"Pickle."

The bomb dropped.

It fell fast, guided directly toward the moving target. The creature looked up—but this time it was too late.

The explosion swallowed the entire street, a massive blast that lifted concrete, vehicles, and debris into the air. Buildings along the sides buckled under the shockwave as the fireball expanded outward.

In the command center, Adrian’s system prompted an announcement.

[Congratulations! You have killed a Supreme Hunter! You received 50,000 points.]

"50,000 points," Adrian muttered under his breath. He realized that the higher the reward, the more difficult and powerful the mutated zombies are. So the fact that it was 50,000 meant that it was a boss-level.

"Viper One kill confirmed," Adrian reported. "Return to base immediately, over."

"Copy, Command. RTB, Viper One out," Viper One replied.

The pilot pulled the nose up and began to climb, easing the aircraft out of its attack profile. Below him, the blast zone still burned. Fires spread along the street, and sections of nearby buildings had partially collapsed from the shockwave. For a few seconds, he kept the sensor locked on the area, just to be sure.

"Confirm no movement," he added.