Apocalypse: King of Zombies Chapter 1215: Let’s Make Them Kill Someone

"I know they're powerful," Dominic declared, his face stern, "but invincible they are not. If all families dispatch their Tier 10 Enhanced along with our newly developed laser weapons, we can take them down. Delay now, and if they grow even stronger, we'll be powerless against them."

"I oppose it," Maxwell stated flatly, his position unmistakable.

Alexander's gaze flickered. "Charles. Your thoughts?"

Charles pondered briefly before replying, "It's too hasty. We should monitor them longer before deciding."

Alexander's eyebrows furrowed. He turned to Gabriel next. "What about you?"

Gabriel paused, selecting his words with care. "To be honest, I agree with Charles. Let's observe their actions within the compound first. If they're truly as unruly as described, we can act afterward. That wouldn't be too late, would it?"

Dominic interrupted at once. "Gabriel, I recall your son offended them in Clearford City. Given their nature, if they encounter Julian inside the compound, they might kill him right there."

Gabriel's features spasmed. "Er… I'll return and keep him under strict watch. He won't step out for some time."

"You'd really force your own son to stay cooped up at home over a handful of people?" Dominic sneered.

"It's okay," Gabriel replied, mustering a grin. "Having him act properly for a bit isn't harmful."

"….."

Unable to sway Gabriel to his side, Dominic had no choice but to choke back his anger.

The Five Families convened jointly only for critical choices.

Passing any decision required support from at least three families.

Yet the Kane Family resisted openly, as the Whitakers and Mercers opted to observe.

Clearly, this proposal stood no chance.

"Very well," Charles announced, halting the push. "We'll table this for the moment. Observe their conduct in the compound first. Alexander—anything more?"

"No." Alexander shook his head, disappointment evident. "That's all."

"Then we're done. Head back, everyone."

"Fine."

"Hold on." Alexander fixed his stare on Maxwell abruptly. "I've heard the Kane Family has grown quite friendly with that bunch. I trust General Kane knows his allegiances. This meeting's details… they won't leak to them, will they?"

Maxwell's expression toughened. "What kind of man do you think I am? I understand my role. No need to fret."

"Excellent," Alexander murmured softly.

Soon enough, the group departed one after another.

At home, Dominic's look remained grim as he confronted Alexander. "Dad… this won't be easy. Without the other families' backing, just us and the Caldwells may not suffice to eliminate them."

"I realize that," Alexander responded with eerie composure. A chilling smirk formed on his lips. "But if they refuse… who says we can't force their agreement?"

Dominic's gaze intensified. "Dad, are you suggesting…?"

"I've investigated that group's character." Alexander's tone lowered. "Arrogant. Brutal. They strike down anyone who dares provoke them, regardless of location."

He inclined forward a touch. "Send people to provoke them deliberately. Once they kill, we amplify the incident—make it unavoidable. Charles despises wrongdoing fiercely. He could end up leading the call for justice."

Alexander's grin grew keener. "Let's see Maxwell shield them then."

Dominic's breath evened out, comprehension dawning. "Understood. I'll handle it."

"Mm." Alexander nodded. "Make it airtight. No traces."

"Rest easy, Dad."

Meanwhile, Ethan and his crew returned to the compound late.

They had intended to dine at the Kane Family's, but the hour was late—and after a full day of exertion, no one wanted to trek across for a fancy meal. Ethan instructed Ryan to return ahead. They'd visit tomorrow.

Upon arriving, Garrick flopped onto the bed. Snores soon followed. He'd overexerted himself terribly today.

Henry fetched his phone, took pen and paper, and meticulously transcribed the ritual circle from the images. He was utterly absorbed.

The others fooled around briefly before retiring.

Midnight saw them ascend to the rooftop once more for stargazing and drawing in that enigmatic energy.

Come dawn, the final two in the Fallen Star Squad—Big Mike and Emily—had advanced to Tier 11.

Now it was confirmed.

The Fallen Star Squad had all reached Tier 11.

Ethan stood at Tier 11's pinnacle. One final push would ignite the second star on his mental constellation map, propelling him to Stage C (Tier 12). His power would surge massively.

Post-sunrise, they returned to slumber, not rising until past eleven.

They no longer needed dawn patrols to hunt zombies for gains. External zombies lagged behind their level, offering no point in exhausting hunts. More sleep meant more sleep.

After waking, they freshened up swiftly and set off.

Ryan awaited their visit for a meal at the Kane Family's. Noon had arrived—ideal for lunch.

Strolling the compound's main avenue amid throngs of people, it evoked pre-apocalypse normalcy.

Atlas City's compound oversight proved remarkable. A mega-compound housing almost three million, yet fights or clashes were rare.

That notion had just crossed their minds when a large crowd barreled directly at them.

Pedestrians scattered hastily, as if dreading any contact.

"Out of the way. Clear the path!"

The frontmost youth glared venomously at Ethan's group blocking the center.

Ethan's brow creased. Considering the upcoming meal, he dismissed bothering with such riffraff and shifted his team aside.

Regrettably, trouble often seeks you out with a smirk.

As they strode by, the forward members spotted Mia and Emily.

Their gazes sparked.

"Damn, she's stunning."

"Holy crap— for real. The taller one especially. Outshines any old celebrity."

"Heh. No surprise the air seemed crisper today. Lucky break for me."

Ethan and company's faces soured. Scum like this existed even in Atlas City?

The leader halted squarely before them. Bypassing Ethan, he ogled Mia and Emily.

"Hey, ladies. New arrivals? Let us guide you, help settle in?"

Mia shot him an icy look, ignoring him entirely.

Emily cocked her head, eyes wide and guileless. "How'd you know we're recent?"

The youth flashed what he deemed a suave smile. "Stunners like you draw eyes everywhere. If not new, I'd have crossed paths already."

"Oh." Emily beamed sweetly. "Thanks. But you ought to scram quick… or things could turn nasty for you."

"Nasty?" He roared with laughter. "Sweetheart, you may not realize—my brother's this district's Security Captain. Here, I dish out the pain. No one dishes it to me."

"Really?"

A frosty voice interjected.

Then—

Boom.

A thunderous crash echoed. The youth's form hurtled as if struck by a locomotive, crashing through bystanders before skidding to a halt.

Chris dropped his leg, sneering.

"Despise punks like you."