14 Pillow of pure thoughts
The trio found themselves driving again on the road.
Navigation app 'WAZE' shows that the distance to Putrajaya was 25.3 kilometers. During peacetime, it would take only 25 minutes to reach, but the app showed that it will take six hours to reach instead!
Hazards and accidents icons were popping up on the route to the Prime Minister's Office in Putrajaya, symbolizing that a lot of people were heading there too.
That increases the risk of being attacked by zombies or other humans with bad intentions.
"MIKEY! What's happening here?! Why is that snak- I mean, Abigail with you?!!"
Chai inquired his brother in an unwelcoming tone.
"She came over the house last night to have dinner with Mom and Dad. Well, you told us you were hanging out with Zack...so-"
Mikey spoke in a low and diplomatic voice. He knew that his little brother does not like her for a few obvious reasons.
The brothers conversed about how the USJ 5 Armed Security Guards were dead, their family's Personal Troops never came, and their plan to head to the Putrajaya Base.
After a few more minutes talking with his brother, father and mother, he disconnected his phone.
The trio then huddled and discussed their next plan of action.
…
"We have three options: (1)We drive all the way to Putrajaya. (2)We wait for Mel's dad to send their helicopters here and ask them for a lift. (3)We reclaim the Chai Group's transporter helicopter that is infested by the zombies." (Zack)
"I understood if we go with Option (1) or (2). But even if we retrieved the transport chopper, does anyone know how to fly it?"
Melissa highlighted Option (3)'s biggest flaw.
"Hehe, Mel! You see, you don't have to worry! My bro Zack here is a super genius!" (Chai)
He was talking the truth. Ever since the skill [Kryptonian Physique] manifested, everything he felt about his body changed. For example, he noticed that he has eidetic memory now. Anything and everything he experienced would be instantaneously etched in his brain.
"Mel, check the names of Youtube videos that I have just watched on my phone a few minutes ago. I'll recite their details to you." (Zack)
Melissa took Zacks phone. Zack started to read aloud the title of the videos, number of views, number of likes and etc.
Her eyes were wide open. Everything was accurate, exactly like it Zack said.
Most of the videos was instructional videos on how to fly a helicopter.
"Be careful Mel, don't fall in love with this jerkwad, hahaha!" (Chai)
Melissa then stared coldly at him and her lightning fast fingers accurately caught Chai's cheeks!
YOU-DARE-TO-MAKE-FUN-OF-ME! HMPH!!
Chai writhed in pain. His cheeks were being stretched out of Melissa's annoyance.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Chai was actually apologizing to Melissa! How the tables have turned!
The tension in the car lightened up. The team checked their combat gears and equipments.
…
According to the navigation app, the NorthWest Gate is only five kilometers from USJ 5.
They had to take a detour because the other gate was invaded by man-eating undeads.
From afar, Zack saw sentries, patrolling the NorthWest Gate.
"Look, there are people still lining up to get in!"
Chai pointed to the listless line of people, waiting to be admitted inside the Municipal Shelter.
Steel fences and barbed wires became temporary borders of life and death for these refugees.
One by one, they registered their identities, followed by a compulsory check-up. Men and women were separated and scanned for any signs of illness.
"Should we bring our car inside?" (Melissa)
"Wait."
Zack noticed something odd with the gate check-up.
(I couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. Dammit, if only my [Super Senses] is one level higher.)
"Guys, I have to get closer. Mel, cover me and Chai. Chai, get an aerial view of our surroundings."
They both nodded.
They parked the black Range Rover Evoque about two kilometers away from the gate, incognito from any living beings by hiding the car inside a lush garden filled with bushes and concealing trees.
They disposed of any zombies scattered around silently and efficiently.
Melissa jumped up to the Evoque's roof, using it as a stable platform to snipe any incoming enemies. It will also give her a higher ground advantage.
Chai proceeded to the tallest tree among the garden. The tree was about 13 meters in height.
As for Zack...he stealthily approached the gate in an almost shadowless and soundless manner.
"Hey! Why do we have to give up our food and water? We bought them with our own money!!"
"Sir, please don't take away my children's milk powder! PLEASE, THAT'S THE LAST WE HAVE!"
(Hm? Confiscating supplies from refugees? Something's not right..)
Suddenly, a harsh and loud scream scolded the people who complained.
"WHO DARES TO CAUSE TROUBLE IN MY TURF?!"
Zack was a little startled because the scream was like somebody spoke through a megaphone right beside his ears.
Curious, Zack concentrated some power into his index and middle finger. He touched the concrete he was leaning onto to his side, and started digging!
If any strongmen were to see this, they will kowtow to Zack and call him Godfather.
I mean, he was digging into a solid, concrete wall with his fingers! Which normal human being could do that?!
(There. Lemme see..the owner of the voice is...aha! Him!)
A bald, obese figure could be seen from afar. He seemed to be wearing a camo print uniform, but he did not recognize the badge or ranking that the fat man is from.
Secretly, Zack took pictures silently of the fat man and his uniform badges, and send them to Chais cell phone.
"Show this to Mel. Ask her which company and rank is he from."
Sent.
*Bzzt*
Chais phone vibrated and received a text message from Zack. He immediately passed the phone to Melissa.
Not long after Melissa saw the picture. Her mouth puckered and she was thinking deeply.
She then texted Zack back.
That man belongs to the right-wing party called 'DIKASARI'. It's objective was to protect and defend the rights of Malaysians which are allegedly challenged by non-Malaysians, or the foreigners.
They are famous for provocations towards the foreigners, especially Caucasian-majority nationalities. These ultra-nationalists group would stop at nothing to expel immigrants.
"He is the infamous Major of DIKASARI, Puluk Inar."
(This would be tricky.)
Looking at the reply from Melissa, Zack gathered his thoughts and mapped every routes possible.
Ding! A brilliant idea came into his head.
…
Puluk Inar, a 60 year-old man clad in a militaristic-style uniform stood on a platform, overseeing all the refugees rallied through the NorthWest Gate. He then started his nationalism speech towards the newly administered refugees.
"Listen up my fellow Malaysians! A few hours ago, the NorthEast Gate was sabotaged by an unknown group of men in special military gears! We suspect that they might be a foreign enemy sent by the westerners pig to lay us down to waste!"
"But I will not let my fellow countrymen suffer in their own country! Our ancestors worked their blood and sweat away to build this country. Our forefathers has laid down their lives to keep us safe! Are we going to let those colonizers roam freely in this great country??!!"
NO!!
The members of the DIKASARI Party behind Major Puluk shouted in unison, denying the existence of foreigners in their beloved nation.
"Then join me, brothers and sisters, in the re-emergence of a new nation of Malaysia, free from all external viruses! HIDUP MALAYSIA! HIDUP MALAYSIA!"
(Hidup Malaysia = Long Live Malaysia in Malaysian Language)
The crowd of almost 200 people cheered together with them. The militia then distributed food, water, blankets and clothes to each of the refugees.
"Great speech, sire. Malaysia is forever indebted to you."
"Thank you, Captain. What is the status of our state?" (Major Puluk Inar)
"Reporting to sire, Selangor has currently established 25 main shelters which are communicating with each other via social media and messaging apps. Our forces has taken control almost half of it."
"HAHAHA! GOOD! Captain, how many of those western scum did we capture as of today?" (Major Puluk Inar)
"Sire, there are 36 of them. 16 adults, 7 seniors and the rest of them are children."
"Good...good. You know the procedure, Captain. I expect everything will be ready by 8.00 PM tonight. We will feast on these wretched creatures' blood! WAHAHAHAHA!!" (Major Puluk Inar)
The Major's face was filled with bloodlust.
…
The trio gathered at the place Zack peeped on Major Puluk Inar with the holes he drilled (scratched, to be exact) with his fingers.
At this time, the commotion has disbanded and most of the refugees and militias made their way inside the Municipal Building. There was only an empty football field between the wall and the building.
Their plan was to sneak into the Municipal Shelter, blend in together with the refugees, and ran off towards the transport helicopter.
"Hold on tight."
Zack whispered to Melissa. They need to climb the two and a half meters wall, hide their weapons in a hidden place and blend in with the survivors.
"Un!"
Melissa didn't have the strength to carry herself over the wall, therefore, either Zack or Chai had to carry her behind their backs.
Chai outright rejected, saying that he's the stronger one between him and Zack, and he was on transporter duty.
"Here we go."
Melissa held on to Zack's neck like a baby monkey. His strong and muscular back felt very solid and reliable.
On the other hand, [Super Senses] seemed to be another curse in disguise for Zack again.
(That as*hole Chai, he purposely set me up! Holy crap, these pillows behind my back! Pure thoughts, Zachary! Pure thoughts!)
The trio then reach the top of the wall. No militia was in sight. They proceeded downwards and vigilantly observed their surroundings.
Like cheetahs, all three of them who had speed enhancement covered a distance of two hundred meters in less than fourteen seconds.
They discreetly stopped at an alley, observing the group of refugees a few meters ahead.
Chai pointed to Melissa and Zack that there is a covered manhole behind them. They decided to hide their weapons inside the sewer.
Afterwards, they swiftly mixed into the crowd who are on their way inside the Municipal Building. They acted depressed, nonchalantly and somber.
Just moments afterwards.
"NOOOOO!!! PLEASEEEE!! DON'T TAKE HER AWAYYYYY!!!"
A terrified shriek startled the trio.
In the distance, a lady in her mid 40s is pulling her teenage daughter's arm away from the militia's vicious grab.
The trio looked at each other. After a while, they nodded. And the next second, they were already behind the DIKASARI Militia's men!
