Chapitre 65: Killing The Level 2 Bionic Guards

The command center of the Bionic Corp was a whirlwind of activity, where the glow of monitors cast a harsh light on the officers' faces, etching their concern into sharp relief. Beta, a figure of authority and command, paced before the main display, his eyes never straying from the images of the battlefield.

"What's the current status?" he barked, his voice a commanding boom that sliced through the buzz of the room.

An officer, his fingers flying over the control panel with practiced speed, replied without taking his gaze from the screen, "Sir, the level 2 bionic guards are engaged with a large group of zombies. Their advance is stalled."

Hearing this, Beta's expression soured, his brow furrowing deeply. "Send reinforcements," he ordered, each word punctuated with urgency. "I want those zombies cleared out immediately."