The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 122 Meeting
Leon frowned upon hearing this.

It's the cannibals again. What's wrong with these idiots? The world is so big and there are so many ways to survive, but they have to rely on this way to survive. So much useful labor is wasted. It's simply crazy.

However, he thought of one more thing. Logically speaking, it had been a few months since the nuclear explosion, and Florida should be full of mutated zombies.

Compared with ordinary zombies, this kind of zombies should be very fierce. Facing them, your own elite warriors may not be able to do well in the street fighting map.

How on earth do these Shark Gang people dare to build several strongholds in the city? How on earth do they survive?

He asked as soon as he thought of it. There was nothing worth hiding. He asked Constantine directly:

"Now, the zombies in Florida are different from before. Mutated zombies should have appeared. How do you survive in that environment?"

Constantine's expression was slightly surprised. He didn't expect the survivors hundreds of kilometers away to know that the zombies in Florida had changed.

He thought for a few seconds and remembered that when he was brought here yesterday, he saw some old people and children still living in this camp. He remembered the happy smiles on their faces and decided as told.

"We will chop up the flesh and blood of the zombies and smear them on the protective clothing outside. In this way, as long as we don't make too much noise when we act, the zombies will basically ignore us."

Leon squinted his eyes, stared at Constantine's face for a few seconds, and said:

"You are very honest, but we have known this method for a long time."

"Can you tell us, how many special zombies have you seen in Florida besides those that run faster?"

Faced with Leon's question, this time, Constantine did not answer as quickly as before. He asked with a serious expression:

"You guys have investigated so clearly. Do you want to deal with the Shark Gang? Do you want to save those captured survivors?"

"If you want to go, I can help you for free."

After finishing speaking, before Leon could react, this slovenly looking man spoke quickly:

"This should be the largest military base in Georgia, Fort Benning Army Base. If you can occupy this point, you must be very strong, and you have also obtained the military equipment here."

"I discovered along the way that you are still building various factories, remodeling walls, collecting supplies, and there are also a group of children in school uniforms doing extracurricular activities. There is no expression of starvation and suffering on everyone's face."

"Charleston is more than 300 kilometers away from here. You actually sent troops to clean up zombies in such a distant town, and also collected various supplies on a large scale. When faced with stranger refugees like us who are about to die of illness and starvation, your first response is to treat them. and settling in.”

"I think you definitely need more labor. You are eager to develop your power. You have done so many things. It is definitely not just for survival."

"What do you want to do?"

After patiently listening to Constantine's long discussion, Leon gave him a few applause in a dignified manner.

Although these inferences do not seem complicated, being able to observe these things while being escorted requires extraordinary psychological quality and a calm mind.

However, this guy didn't answer his question. Instead, he talked a lot about his attitude, which made him a little unhappy.

So, he yelled and cursed unceremoniously:

"You shit, did I make you say this? Answer my question quickly or I'm going to give you a few punches to make you look good."

Constantine's originally somewhat proud expression became slightly consistent. When his eyes touched Leon's cold gaze and the pressure emanating from his strong body, his aura immediately softened and he replied brilliantly:

"Don't be angry, boss."

"I'll tell you now."

Constantine organized his thoughts and thought for more than ten seconds before describing in detail:

"Based on the experience of those of us who are still alive, there are about five special kinds of monsters in Florida in addition to the fast zombies."

"One is a thin monster that looks like a monkey, with very agile movements and sharp claws."

"One is a monster with a big belly that can vomit bile that is as corrosive as sulfuric acid." "The third type is tall and fat zombies. They run very fast, are very powerful, and sometimes... Destroys everything around it by self-destructing."

"The fourth type is some particularly strong zombies. Their muscles are very developed and their bones are very hard. Even if they hit their heads, sometimes they can't be killed. This kind of zombies is particularly dangerous. When we encounter this kind of zombies, we can only Can run away obediently.”

"As for the fifth kind of monster, I haven't actually seen it with my own eyes, but I heard other survivors mention that that kind of monster looks like a living person, but its eyes are completely black, there are no pupils, and its nails are very long. They are like claws and always like to hide among the corpses. They are very powerful and have a very sensitive sense of smell. They can detect those of us who use zombie flesh to disguise ourselves."

After speaking, Constantine smacked his mouth, nodded and bowed to Leon with a flattering look on his face, and made a gesture for a cigarette.

Seeing that this middle-aged private detective still has some intelligence value, Leon was not stingy, took out his high-end cigar box from his arms, threw one to Constantine, lit one for himself, and put the lighter Throw it over.

This guy also seemed to be an old smoker. He lit a cigar for himself skillfully and took a nice puff. The happy expression on his face seemed as if the pain and weakness in his body had been far away from him.

After taking another puff, Constantine said with an intoxicated expression:
"By the way, you may not know that the rats in the sewers have mutated throughout Florida. They are now larger than cats, feed on all the corpses, and are very aggressive and vicious."

"If an ordinary person is bitten by one of them, the wound will become very seriously infected. Without medicines and doctors, unless all the flesh and blood are cut off immediately, the limb will basically have to be amputated."

While talking, he suddenly laughed several times nervously, and said again:
"Luckily, these rats have a lot of meat, which is not toxic and tastes good. Don't you ask how we survive? This rat meat is one of our important foods."

Constantine looked at Leon with a slightly sad look, and said:
"I don't know the Shark Gang's stronghold at sea, but I have investigated their three strongholds on land."

"They only have some light firearms, plus some rocket launchers and grenades at most, and their number is less than 800."

"If you want to deal with them, I hope you can move faster."

"Because every moment, there are survivors who become their food."

After staying in the military camp for a few hours, Leon walked back to the office with a somewhat solemn expression.

This time, a lot of information was obtained from Constantine. He carefully asked several other survivors to confirm the authenticity of the information.

What is certain is that the strength displayed by the Shark Gang is not strong. Although there are many people, their weapons and equipment are very weak. It is not difficult to defeat them.

Moreover, there are still many survivors in Florida. If these people can be rescued, he will be able to obtain a considerable number of laborers.

But what made him very troubled was that Florida at this time was like a burning explosive barrel, with countless zombies and monsters of all kinds inside. The crisis caused by the nuclear explosion was also difficult to predict. If you are careful, you will encounter fatal danger.

If he sent a large number of elites to go there, it would be really catastrophic if he was not careful.

After thinking for a long time, Leon looked at Daryl beside him who was also deep in thought, and asked:
"Daryl, what do you think, should we take the risk to save those survivors in Florida?"

Nugget Daryl was silent for dozens of seconds before he spoke:
“Isn’t it our belief to save kind-hearted survivors?”

After saying this, Daryl didn't say anything else.

Leon sighed. Now his main troops have been sent to various places in Georgia. The only ones left in the base camp are the police patrol force, the stinger force and Colonel William's special forces force.

After thinking about it, it turns out that we still have to rely on the Sting Team, a special team, relying on the suppression of combat power and equipment, to deal with them without dispatching large troops.

That Constantine seems to be a good guide. If he cooperates with the air combat unit led by Lily, he may be able to get rid of the scum of the Shark Gang in the shortest possible time and rescue the captured survivors.

Thinking of this, Leon took out the walkie-talkie on his waist, connected to the communication of Little Amy's assistant, Avril, and said:
"Miss Avril, now I need to hold a combat meeting to inform my think tank, Instructor Lily, Colonel William and Captain Rick."

"The meeting will begin on time in 20 minutes."

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