Slater's Decision

The man first looked left and right, then immediately raised his head alertly to glance at the large glass windows of the VIP box.

That was where Slater worked and lived.

After confirming no one had noticed him, he waved to someone inside the tent.

Two women, whose hair was still neatly done, clearly prepared in advance, quickly came out.

Then, these individuals began gradually contacting other survivors.

In a short while, a group of about fifty survivors was organized.

The whole process was conducted without making much noise.

Some survivors were awakened by their activity, but after a glance, they just closed their eyes and went back to sleep.

But it wasn't worth the risk of offending these people by snitching.

Many people adhered to the principle that less is more.

Slater watched everything from a gap behind the curtains.

The leader, a man named Cantrell, was one of the few survivors in the camp who had reached the physical limits of human endurance.

Slater had planned to train him to be the captain of the sixth collection team.

He hadn't skimped on providing him with food.

Knowing that the man was lecherous, several incidents of misconduct reported to Slater were suppressed by him.

All in hopes of winning him over.

Who would have thought that Cantrell, while outwardly obedient to Slater and swearing loyalty to the camp, and talking about how he would operate as the captain of the sixth team...

Said all the right things, but was secretly organizing other survivors to escape?!

The few people who were closest behind him were also exceptionally strong survivors.

They were originally the seed members Slater planned to use to form the sixth material collection team.

Unexpectedly, they were all in cahoots with Cantrell...

This sense of betrayal deeply stung Slater.

Though outwardly calm, he clenched his fists tightly!

Slater really wanted to grab Cantrell and confront him face-to-face.

Why would he betray him!

As these people slowly left the stadium through the emergency exit,

About 5 minutes later, the intercom in Slater's room rang.

It was Robertson.

"These people have successfully gone out and are now heading towards the bridge!" 

"But the leader of the group is Cantrell... just last night he handed me a handwritten list of squad members..."

"What is going on here... is this..."

Before Robertson could finish, Slater's cold voice came through the intercom:

"I didn't arrange this; that guy is a traitor!"

Hearing this, Robertson remained silent.

He understood the feeling of being betrayed by someone Slater valued highly.

It must be incredibly tough!

Initially, as the leader of the camp, Slater was the only one entitled to a can of luncheon meat for himself.

Seeing Cantrell in a pitiful state, Slater had kindly shared half of it with him.

Who would have thought that today Cantrell would lead a mutiny...

Robertson couldn't help but sigh softly.

At that moment, another of Slater's intercoms rang.

This time it was from the captain of the fourth squad, Baldwin, with a message.

Two different intercoms operated on different frequencies to prevent channel crossover.

Slater's room was equipped with six intercoms, corresponding to the five collection squads and the camp security team.

Currently, the camp security team's intercom was in Robertson's hands.

"Slater, I have a complaint, the damn fifth squad is inhuman!"

"Yesterday, we were attacked by a horde of zombies at the market location."

"They were right upstairs gathering, and we asked them for arrow support!"

"But those guys actually said arrows were too expensive and told us to figure it out ourselves!"

"We lost two brothers before we managed to escape; Scott is such a jerk!"

"How can someone who doesn't even care about his brothers be a squad captain?!"

Baldwin roared angrily.

"Understand, maintain the strength of your team!"

"Find a safe route and get back to the camp quickly!"

"As for Scott... I'll definitely give you an explanation!" Slater said in a calm tone.

But his heart skipped a beat when he heard the name Scott.

That was close!

He almost forgot about that guy!

Cantrell was introduced by Scott.

They were college buddies before the crossing, very close friends.

Now that Cantrell has led a mutiny, could Scott possibly be unaware?

And... earlier, when Robertson mentioned some squads were reluctant to follow orders...

He was actually referring to Scott!

Combining this with his unwillingness to help the fourth squad fight zombies...

It was clear, this guy was definitely planning a rebellion!

Slater angrily threw a paper cup onto the carpet in his room.

To think Scott would take the bow and arrows he traded for at a high price from Henry and then go join others?!

How could he swallow such an insult?!

But Scott was a physical limit-level strongman.

Slater was just at an exceptionally strong level.

If it came to a fight, he might not come out on top!

The more Slater thought about it, the angrier he got, and he couldn't think of a good way to get revenge at the moment.

But letting these people go to North River was something he couldn't stand either.

He paced back and forth in his room, feeling indescribably frustrated, angry, and helpless.

The resentment in his chest was unable to be vented.

It was nearly driving him mad!

After pacing for a while, Slater suddenly pulled out a handgun from his ring.

He had collected it from the body of a police officer.

He hadn't told anyone about this.

It was meant to save his life in a critical moment!

Now... maybe it was time to use it!

But... aside from Scott, Scott's fifth squad included two other limit-level individuals.

Could a single gun really take on three limit-level strongmen?

Slater didn't know what to do.

"Hey, Slater, are you there? There's new information!" The intercom suddenly rang again.

It was Robertson's voice.

"What's the new situation? Has the fifth squad arrived?" Slater asked anxiously.

Currently, apart from the fourth squad, Baldwin, which was closest to the camp, the other squads were staying overnight in areas more than three kilometers away from the camp, and couldn't return quickly.

If Scott were to strike back at this time, the Renaissance Camp could face a serious crisis.

"No, it's not the fifth squad, it's Cantrell and his group!"

"I saw them entering a restaurant at the bridgehead through binoculars, but they didn't stay long and started to head back soon!"

"I'm not sure why!"

"What do we do if they come back?"

"Should we act as if nothing happened?" Robertson asked.

"What? They're coming back?"

"Could there be a problem with the camp?"

"Or did they discover something?"

"Sss... anyway, keep Cantrell and the others separate!"

"Have Cantrell come to my office, and arrange for the others to be placed on the bus parked by the roadside!"

"I'll handle the rest!"

A chilling thought suddenly flashed through Slater's mind...