Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254

Josie couldn’t help but get petty. “Oh? I thought you guys had an army of hundreds of thousands over there. Why do you need me? With that many people, you could beat those refugees back with baseball bats. Why are you begging for my help?”

“Look, it’s… it’s complicated,” the man stammered, dodging the question. “There’s some drama between the troops and the Commander, so they’re refusing to move. Besides, they’re planning on leaving the base in a few days to go set up somewhere else. We can’t exactly force them to stay, right?”

“And you’re not worried my price will be too high?” Josie laughed. “Trust me, I’m not the ‘mercy‘ type.”

“Our Commander said as long as you’re willing to help, everything is negotiable. We already have a good idea of what supplies you’re lookin for. We’ve got a massive stash of gear and cores ready for you to inspect whenever you’re ready,” the man said, his voice thick with desperati “We’re drowning over here!”

“What? Can’t hold the line?” Josie asked. “Even if the military is sitting this one out, you still have people, don’t you? Throw every man you’ve got at them. You’re telling me you can’t handle a pack of refugees? God, how trash are you guys?”

The man bristled at her insults, but he kept his mouth shut.

He had no choice. He was the one begging for a favor.

“The perimeter is too big,” he explained. “Even if we put every soul we have on the walls, it’s not enough. We don’t know

so we have to spread our people thin. Our defense is basically a joke. We can’t stop them.

“Fair point.” Josie felt the pettiness leave her system, replaced by cold calculation. “Fine. Take the list of supplies I asked for last time–at

it.”

“Fine!” The word came out through gritted teeth.

But he had no other moves.

Who else was he going to call besides Josie?

That was the reality of the apocalypse–Josie was the only one sitting on a damn mountain of heavy artillery.

“It’s a deal. I’ll send you the strike coordinates in a bit. Get your people out of the way–I don’t want any friendly fire,” Josie said, her tone light and airy. “I’m going to run some recon on the base first. You don’t mind, right? Can’t exactly hit what I can’t see.”

“We don’t mind!” the man barked, his voice thick with suppressed rage.

That was the reality of begging.

You had to swallow your pride and bow your head.

Josie hung up, feeling a rush of pure satisfaction.

Making the big shots at the base crawl to her over and over? It was a hell of a drug.

“You called it,” Zane said. “The base actually came to us for help.”

“The rest is up to you.” Josie patted Zane on the shoulder. “Give me a beautiful fireworks show.”

The base was only about thirty miles away.

At that distance, she didn’t even need to break out the heavy hitters.

A simple surface–to–surface missile would do the trick.

These things were built to launch from the ground and erase ground targets.

Whether they carried a single warhead or a cluster, they were long–range, high–impact, and dead accurate.

Honestly, using one on a pack of scavengers was total overkill.

Besides, it wasn’t like anyone was brave–or stupid–enough to try and push through that.

The Blue Owl Squad were the real deal. Absolute elites, every single one of them.

She knew how to use everything.

All Josie had to do was follow their lead. Find the launcher, find the matching rounds–simple.

After that, it was their show. Time for them to flex.

Josie watched them launch the drones. They didn’t even try to be sneaky, flying them right over the base to scout the whole layout. Normally, flying a drone this shamelessly would’ve started a war. The base would’ve lost their damn minds.

But right now? They were practically begging for it. They needed Josie to scout the place.