469 What is fought for 3

"Well, their faces are like a damn open book... What bad luck, kill everyone except this friend here..."

As if Airon's words were indifferent, both Cindy and the woman holding her drew their guns and shot all these men.

"No, no, no..."

Bang!

"Please!"

Bang Bang Bang!"

...

Several minutes later, as he looked at the corpses and blood everywhere, Airon didn't really feel like a cruel person.

At this moment, except for Arturo, the Caine team had been completely annihilated.

Originally, he wanted to keep them to investigate the enemy's situation, but Daryl suddenly spoke up to save Arturo. Over the past few days of getting along, he could sense that this man wasn't vicious, so he said some kind words to spare his life.

Airon believed in Daryl's observation when it came to trusting someone. Since he felt that this person deserves forgiveness, there must be many more reasons. And these reasons can be discovered in due time or revealed by Arturo himself.

Arturo was quite terrified by what had happened. These people were not only well-equipped and powerful, but also ruthless, especially the young woman named Cindy who held a dagger. Caine was slowly stabbed to death by dozens of stabs.

Sitting in the backseat of a Humvee, he was still trembling.

"I asked them not to kill you since you haven't been with that kind of person for a long time, and I can see that you'll do anything to survive, so this is your chance to walk towards a better future, understand?"

Arturo's lips trembled, trying to explain his thoughts clearly, but when the words reached his throat, he couldn't say anything, and all that came out of his mouth were just sounds of uhhh.

Daryl patted him and said quietly, "Listen, you saved me, so I saved you too, but you have to cooperate with us sincerely, otherwise, my friend won't be as talkative as I am."

Arturo continued nodding, and at the same time, he gestured with his hands that he needed to calm down. Daryl nodded and didn't say anything more.

The convoy soon arrived at a factory on the outskirts of the city. At this moment, the factory had been cleared by the rest of the people, and four armored vehicles were already parked in the yard.

"Alright, everyone, take a break first, and we'll continue with the next step when the rest of our people return."

Noon slowly arrived, and several teams hurriedly returned from their originally programmed positions. This time, the soldiers of the S.C.T. achieved a complete victory through mental arithmetic or unintentional calculations. Relying on their intimidating weaponry and advanced weapons, the squads began to arrive with hundreds of survivors who were placed under arrest, bringing three important outpost positions under control.

Now it's time to take control and seek revenge. The people from Washington who had been hurt by the Salvadores successfully identified former members who were placed in an open space to be killed by those who still felt the pain and anguish weighing on their thoughts.

As they watched several people being killed one after another, Glenn turned his head, unable to witness the scene and said, "Is this really necessary? I know we've also killed people, but this is a massacre, this... This isn't who we are!"

Airon, who was witnessing the killings with his own eyes, didn't respond immediately. He recalled what Maggie had done for Glenn in her quest for revenge, but now wasn't the time to dwell on that. He looked at Rick beside him and asked directly, "Rick, do you believe the same?"

Rick remained silent, but the expression on his face had already conveyed what he was thinking at that moment.

Sighing, Airon pointed to the people in the field still shouting at the former Saviors, venting their inner anger.

"These guys are all murderers who killed people from Ezekiel, Oceanside, and who knows how many other communities. The relatives and friends of these people have been killed by these bastards. If we let them go now, can we be sure they won't keep killing people? If someday our friends, family, or children become victims of these people, do you think they'll spare them?"

"I told them a long time ago that I'm not a good person. I only care about the people around me. Anyone who threatens them must be eliminated. Now it's the end of the world. The most basic rule of the end of the world is that the weak prey on the strong, isn't it?"

These consecutive questions left the two speechless. It's not that they don't understand this truth, but they are hesitant to take the lives of others at their whim.

Airon deliberately raised his voice so that some people in the surrounding crowd could hear it.

Looking at some people in the group, they lowered their heads thoughtfully. It seems they don't fully agree with his statement, but Airon believes they will understand in the future.

For a moment, the whispers of the people in the square faded away, leaving only the escape roars of those still immersed in anger and pain, and the screams of the Saviors.

Observing the scene in the field, Rick suddenly spoke, "When I was a cop with Shane, we knew of a kid, underage, who invited a girl to his house one day and shot her..."

Airon had never heard Rick being so candid since Lori died. He couldn't recall a scene like this, so he simply looked forward.

"The world was messed up even before the walkers existed..."

After Rick finished speaking these words, he closed his eyes with some memories and slowly opened them after a while, looking at the Saviors in the field again.

"Believe me, I won't hesitate to kill our enemies, but we must also leave open the possibility that some can be saved, like what happened with Arturo..."

Glenn remained silent for a moment, realizing he had been a bit foolish since he recently killed a man, so he regretted expressing his selfish thoughts.

"We must leave this new world as clean as possible so that society can evolve for the better. In the future, states or countries won't limit us; we'll be a great organization that safeguards the future and humanity."

The cries in the square gradually faded away. Airon patted Rick on the back and looked at the few people in the field who hadn't moved yet.

"Let's go, it seems they need help..."

Rick's slightly distracted eyes gradually focused, and he finally seemed to have made a decision, following him to the center of the plaza.

...

Enemy base.

"Why haven't they returned yet? Can someone tell me?"

A man stood on the top floor of a four-story building, looking out the quiet street through the window, but his voice was filled with anger.

Behind the man stood a grim-faced man. He kept pressing the call button on the radio and whispered something. After a while, he said helplessly, "I still can't reach them. Could it be that someone from the other two bases has deserted?"

The man in the short sleeves turned around and looked back, there was no concern on his face, but he was thinking about something.

"Send a team and report the situation at any time!"

The grim man nodded, pressed the intercom and gave some instructions, and soon two cars left the city.

"If these idiots were attacked, why didn't they send a message in time?"

The man was doubtful, as if he was pondering something.

"Could it be the newcomer's fault?"

"You mean Daryl?"

"Whatever his name is, the crossbow man..."

The man in the short sleeves pondered for a moment, and his face became more serious. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of the radio in the hands of the grim man.

"Listen, quickly inform boss Simon that a large number of armored troops are approaching us! There are so many armored vehicles!"

"Oh God, they're helicopters!"

"Zz... Lower your weapons, don't shoot or they'll blow us to pieces... Boom!"

The faces of the two finally changed. Simon, the man in the short sleeves, violently struck the glass. With a blow, the glass shattered, and anger appeared on Simon's long face.

"Alert everyone, grab your weapons, and gather at the entrance, hurry up!"