End of the World? I'm the Boss novel Chapter 449

Chapter 449 Robin Takes the Field

The elite squad members stared at the weapons on the ground, their eyes lit up

Throughout the entire apocalypse, decent weapons had been almost impossible to find

Before the apocalypse, large bladed weapons had been illegal, which meant that when civilization collapsed, hardly anyone could lay their hands on a proper combat weapon.

Personal skill mattered, of course, but with a real weapon in hand, the difference was night and day

And here was Robin, casually producing an entire armory’s worth of high–grade melee weapons like it was nothing.

Langston clenched his fists, a storm of emotions running through him.

He’d been right.

It was no accident that Northreach had flagged this woman as a priority target.

But deep down, he already knew: Robin was not going to join Northreach.

She had everything–two armored vehicles, an arsenal of melee weapons, staggering quantities of supplies, a team of impossibly strong companions, and her own overwhelming personal power.

She didn’t need any base. She could walk the apocalypse on her own terms.

Northreach had miscalculated.

The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Pick a weapon.”

The squad members surged forward like kids on Christmas morning, grabbing weapons and testing them

The more they handled them, the more impressed they became.

These weapons were exquisite–perfectly balanced, razor–sharp, clearly leagues above anything they d

ever held.

Some of them felt like they could take on twice as many zombies just by switching weapons.

‘Are we rested?”

‘Yes, ma’am!”

Robin stood at the highest point of the wall and issued her orders with crisp authority

“Decoy Squad, 22 remaining–divide the battlefield. Break the zombie formations apart and minimize their coordination.”

“Assault Squad. 18 remaining–hit them head–on. Don’t conserve energy. Don’t hold back. I have reserves

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“Cleanup Squad, 19 remaining–support the Decoy Squad. Sweep up isolated targets. Don’t let stragglers become a problem.”

Every spine straightened. At Robin’s command, all three squads charged.

“Sniper Squad.”

Robin turned her head, looking at the marksmen who were hauling heavy sniper rifles. “Swap your weapons out. Those snipers aren’t going to cut it anymore.”

Hours of continuous firing had turned their rifle barrels white–hot. They needed cooling before they could shoot again.

The Sniper Squad captain looked at her with desperate hope. “We… we don’t have replacements.”

“That’s fine.”

Robin said, “I have plenty.”

Simple words. But they hit like a thunderbolt.

The Sniper Squad consisted of only 10 operators–not just because elite marksmen were incredibly difficult to train, but because they were perpetually starved for both functional hardware and ammunition.

Yet, Robin’s words had just given them the ultimate confidence.

‘Same deal. I’m lending these to you.”

Ten pristine sniper rifles appeared on the ground, along with 5,000 rounds of ammunition. The sheer amount made people choke. “Think of this as an audition. If your snipers impress me tonight, we might be able to work out a long–term arrangement.”

Robin smiled. “Full disclosure–I’m from Redwood Military Base in Klam.”

The mere mention of “Redwood Military Base” was enough for everyone to grasp the staggering weight of

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her words.

‘I know you’re starved for firearms. Whether Heningford Base can secure a permanent alliance with Redwood in the future depends entirely on how well you perform today.”

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