Chapter 72: Tail Cut

In the villa where Peggy and others are hiding.

"Boss, Woodbury has sent out another convoy."

Peggy said to Leon while typing on her laptop:

"This time, a total of six vehicles were dispatched. I also saw a heavy machine gun. The number of armed men was about 20."

"Oh, let me see."

Leon put down the English classic in his hand, walked to the laptop, and looked at the surveillance footage on the screen.

There were two vans, two pickup trucks, a truck and a jeep. Except for two strong men guarding the heavy machine gun, most of the people were sitting in the cars.

He frowned and asked Peggy:

"Did you see the man called the Governor?"

"Is he in the convoy?"

"I actually like this kind of thing."

"You should thank this pervert."

These enemies were wearing uniform black leather armor, holding powerful weapons such as rocket launchers, automatic rifles, assault rifles, and even their temperament was filled with the silence and murderousness of a tough guy.

Soon, under the guidance of Martin, Lyon and his party arrived at the gate of Woodbury, but when they got closer, they found that the gate had been captured by zombies. In the open gate, seven or eight zombies were gnawing on a corpse by the door, the body of a teenage boy.

He glanced at Sherman, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and said to Kevila, who was sitting in the driver's seat:

"You are the best shooter. Let Sherman drive the car, and you use the sniper rifle to suppress the whole scene. If you see any threatening target, just shoot him in the air."

Faced with these horrific monsters, the survivors who lacked weapons and were not good at fighting were like frightened rabbits and could only survive by hiding and running away.

The other side was moving very fast. Just when they had taken out their weapons and were ready to react, they saw the people in the opposite convoy took out a dozen brand new rocket launchers. Dozens of rockets shot into the sky, with flames and screams, and shot towards them.

As they advanced quickly, everyone vented their anger with Leon as the center. After using the third magazine, they had killed from the beginning of the street to the end of the street. Nearly two hundred zombies died under their guns.

He looked at Martin threateningly and said:

"Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Martinez?"

The violent explosion at close range immediately made them feel the earth shaking. Countless deafening noises and skin-scorching flames erupted around them. At that moment, all of them were shocked by the power of these rockets.

Facing the black muzzle of Leon's gun, the bearded white man swallowed his saliva and stammered:

However, people's sadness is not the same.

"Take a look, what did that man leave for us?"

"Got it, Boss. Why don't you let my team handle these people? I'll go back with you."

Daryl came to Leon with an assault rifle on his back, looked at the surveillance screen on the display, and said softly:

Martin's expression froze for a moment, but he soon revealed a false smile and said:

"What a great ideal! Thank you so much, Mr. Custer. I am willing to lead the way for you."

Woodbury's team moved forward and soon arrived at the plain where they had dug the zombie trap.

He turned to Daryl and said:

"Darryl, tie up all these people and put them in the car."

Lyon thought about it for a moment and nodded. There was really no need for Daryl to guard here. Taking this good fighter back with him might be more useful.

"I will send someone to bring the 20 or so survivors back here and reunite them with their families."

In short, he has an absolute power advantage and is not afraid of Philip causing any trouble.

Kevera changed into a loose black bathrobe, which made her white jade-like body even more attractive. She walked behind Leon. The girl looked at the ugly zombie specimens without changing her expression, pressed her delicate body against the man's back, and said teasingly:

"That would just result in unnecessary killings."

Martin gave a somewhat forced smile, took the rifle, held it in his arms, and was slightly dazed.

Fortunately for them, the rockets whizzing in the sky did not bomb them, but bypassed them and hit the cars parked not far away.

Seeing the situation was so urgent, Leon said to his subordinates:

"Where's that fellow Governor?"

When we arrived at the destination, more than 20 people got out of the convoy. Most of them had nervous expressions, were hesitant in their movements, and often made small mistakes that should not have happened. They really looked like novices.

"My dear, special people always have some special hobbies."

Da-da-da! Da-da-da! Da-da-da!

Leon and others formed a simple formation and used their weapons to quickly clear the zombies on the streets. The barrage of more than a dozen people was very powerful, and no zombie could break through their defense.

"You definitely don't know how perverted those famous rich people are in private."

"Aren't you, a bastard, also obsessed with power and women?"

Looking at Martin's departing back, Lyon turned to his capable men and said:

Everyone obeyed.

"Follow me and help them clean out the zombies inside first."

"Pay attention to your surroundings and be careful of the man called the Governor. Don't let him trick you."

Kevlar glanced at Martin through the rearview mirror, gave a disdainful smile, and said nothing.

But now, the car has been blown up, the main force of the enemy is in front of them, and the area within a few kilometers is under the surveillance of drones. No matter how you think about it, that man should not be able to do anything.

"We will try our best to save those innocent survivors so that they can contribute to the common cause of humanity."

"His dark desire for destruction has helped you solve many problems."

"Let's go, let's take a good walk here and investigate the situation nearby."

"Don't worry, Martin. I'm a person who clearly distinguishes between rewards and punishments. No one likes bloodshed."

He thought about it and added another sentence.

A big part of the reason why this accident happened was that Governor Philip had sent out all the combat-capable soldiers in the camp in the past two days, and even most of the guns in the armory had been taken away by the soldiers.

Near the gate, there were several bodies that had been shot.

Gradually, the survivors who had taken refuge in the houses came out cautiously. Most of them looked sad and dazed, as if they had lost their souls, searching for their loved ones among the piles of corpses on the street.

"You blew up those cars, and we can't communicate with him anymore."

Peggy thought for more than ten seconds, wrinkled her cute little face, lowered her head slightly and said to Leon:

A few minutes later, Leon left the plain with elite troops including Kevera, Daryl, Peggy and her brother, as well as some cannon fodder from Daryl's team.

Except for a few relatively strong veterans, all the newcomers were frightened to the point of collapsing on the ground, begging desperately for mercy.

"If he wasn't so crazy that he wanted to kill everyone here."

Leon patted Martin's shoulder expressionlessly, and said:

"Mr. Martin, please go and communicate with them and make sure to inform them of Governor Philip's evil deeds."

Martin said grimly:

"The explosion took place in our powder magazine and warehouse. It must have been the madman Governor who saw that things were not going well and wanted to destroy the entire Woodbury."

In order to deal with unexpected events, he also brought along Martin Nez, a former survivor of Woodbury.

"I know what kind of power you possess, and I know exactly where we are now."

Leon observed for dozens of seconds, frowned slightly, walked out of the protection circle of his subordinates, pointed his gun at the man who looked most like a veteran, and asked:

"Why are you the only ones here?"

A group of more than a dozen people drove several cars and headed quickly towards the town of Woodbury.

It has been about 8 months since the disaster began, and Woodbury Camp has been established for more than three months. The zombies near the camp have almost been cleared out by them.

Soon, under the surveillance of the reconnaissance drone, Leon and others reunited with Daryl's team and followed this team together.

Boom, boom, boom!

Leon led everyone into Woodbury, immediately turned around and closed the open door to prevent more zombies from coming in, and then led everyone to clear the zombies on the street.

"Mr. Custer, if possible, please save the survivors here."

"After all, they are human beings just like us."

He said to the retired soldier earnestly:

"Our organization's members will take over this place soon. Your people have already suffered a lot, and I don't want anything unpleasant to happen between the two of us at that time."

"Why don't we just blow up their car with a bazooka and see what they're doing?"

"What a pervert."

None of this group of newbies noticed that one or two hundred meters above their heads, three reconnaissance drones with optical stealth capabilities were unscrupulously filming all their actions.

Just by seeing their figures, the survivors of Woodbury knew that they were no match for them.

After blowing up the warehouse and armory, they quietly opened the gate of the camp. The loud noise immediately attracted the remaining zombies nearby.

He stood up and said to everyone in the room:

"No matter what he does, he won't be able to make any waves if he can handle the 20-odd people who are out this time."

"That's not surprising at all."

Everywhere you look, you see these terrifying rockets everywhere.

Martin looked into Leon's eyes, took a deep breath, and said with a heavy expression:

The girl lay in Leon's arms, reaching out to grab his vitals, with a charming expression on her face.

A few minutes later, when Woodbury's team was still searching for clues according to the boss's instructions, eight or nine modified cars equipped with various bulletproof armors rushed towards them at a very fast speed.

Except for a few kind young people like Peggy, elite warriors like Leon, Kevlar, Daryl and others did not feel much.

By the time their convoy approached the edge of the camp, they could clearly hear the screams and chaos coming from Woodbury.

He hesitated for a moment, then said to Leon:

"I know what you mean, Mr. Custer."

"That's good."

Time flies and it is late at night.

Twenty minutes later, just as they saw the outline of the town, they saw thick smoke rising from the corner where Woodbury Town was located in the distance.

But judging from the corpses left on the streets, many survivors still died at the hands of zombies.

After everyone was ready, Daryl's team's convoy easily outflanked Woodbury's team.

No one dared to act rashly. Some newbies were so scared that they wet their pants. They held their heads with their hands, shouted "Don't hurt them", and trembled there.

A gleam of light flashed in Leon's deep eyes, and he said softly:

"It was so easy to spot him before, but now so many of them are wearing hats. How can it be such a coincidence?"

Kevlar nodded coldly, shook his long hair, jumped out of the car lightly, walked to the trunk and took out his favorite camouflage rapid-fire sniper rifle.

"I'll take a few people back to Woodbury to take a look."

"He should still be in Woodbury. He was the one who remotely commanded this operation via radio."

While they were still in a dizzy state, the enemy's convoy quickly surrounded them, with countless guns and cannons aimed directly at their vital points, making them dare not make any rash moves.

Everyone was in a panic. Some ordinary survivors who had just picked up guns were so frightened by the scene that their legs went weak and they almost turned around and ran away. Even those veterans who had experienced many gun battles were frightened and broke out in cold sweats.

Sitting in the back seat of the armed jeep, with Kevlar driving the car, Lyon handed an assault rifle to Martin and said meaningfully:

Leon nodded in satisfaction and said softly.

Martin looked a little unhappy and said:

"This is little Buddy. His father was among the group of people on the plain just now."

Leon moved into Governor Philip's original room. He leaned on a sofa, looked at Philip's collection of zombie specimens, and uttered a disdainful curse.

"If you want to gain their obedience, you will definitely have to sacrifice a lot of lives."

Leon stroked his prickly stubble and stared at the rookies running around in the picture, making sure there was no trace of the Governor.

"Boss, what should we do this time? Should we scare them?"

Daryl looked at the rookies who had lost their fighting consciousness, nodded, and said:

During this process, Lyon remained vigilant at all times, guarding against sneak attacks from Governor Philip or others, but until the end of the battle, no one attacked them from the dark.

"Sorry, boss, several of them were wearing hats, so I couldn't see their faces clearly. They were also about the same size, so I couldn't confirm."

Leon looked at him with some surprise, nodded lightly and said:

"Don't worry, our organization is an upright organization that is based on humanity and fights for humanity."

"Let's go, notify Daryl's team and prepare for action."

After the streets were cleared.

"Please rest assured that I will do my best to persuade the people here to cooperate with your actions."

With the addition of more than a dozen assault rifles, the zombies at the gate were immediately wiped out.

"Mr. Martin, if there is a battle later, I will see how you perform. After this mission is over, I will let you continue to be the captain of the Woodbury Exploration Team. Don't let me down."

Upon hearing this result, Lyon was surprised, but not that surprised. He couldn't guess what Governor Philip was thinking.

By the time Lyon and the others returned to the center of Woodbury, the only sounds on the street were crying and wailing.

"Although Philip managed to escape in the end, without his troops, he would only become a shady rat, hiding secretly in his cave, licking his wounds, and cursing you in his heart."

The girl giggled, stuck out her tongue, licked Leon's abdominal muscles, and said coquettishly:

"What's so good about these things? We should change rooms. I really want to taste the surging fire in your heart and see what it tastes like."

 

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