The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 164 Psychiatric Sanatorium
When Leon returned to the office, Avril was already waiting at the door.

After Miss Secretary saw Leon, she said with a slight smile on her face:

"Boss, Colonel Frank has something to inform you. It's news about the Freemasons."

Leon was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the team sent to escort the federal caravan would actually involve the Freemasons.

Before he could give any instructions, Avril thoughtfully handed over a communicator and said:

"They found a survivor named Dwight who offered the location of a secret Masonic institute."

Leon took the communicator, and then watched Avril turn around and walk towards the tea room. Her graceful back seemed plumper than a few years ago, and she gradually transformed from a girl into a feminine stunner.

Speaking of which, this girl has been his secretary for seven or eight years, longer than little Amy.

Although Leon has been restraining his desires and preventing a super-friendship between the two, the beautiful and caring Avril still makes his work more comfortable and smoother.

After such a long time, a tacit understanding beyond ordinary people has also been formed between the two.

Ten minutes later, after learning the information they knew from Frank, Reiner and Dwight, Leon's mind flashed and he thought of many things.

In the five years since the nuclear war, they have rarely had access to Masonic intelligence.

Leon even speculated whether this super secret organization spanning the world had been extremely seriously damaged in this war and lost its original strength.

Otherwise, why, being extremely powerful, they haven't made any big moves for so many years?
And it's not just them, even the CRM Citizen's Republic seems to have lost its trace. There has been no major turmoil and everything has been peaceful, giving the People's Federation a lot of time to grow.

However, no matter what happened, it did not prevent Lyon from sending people to collect some wool from the Masonic laboratory.

You know, this organization has genuine alien life forms. If we can get even a little sample from this laboratory, it will make a qualitative leap in the zombie technology of the personnel.

So, he thought for a few minutes and simply called the federal envoys to ask them not to enter the radiation zone for the time being and to rest outside for a few days to avoid accidents.

Afterwards, the People's Federation provided corresponding compensation for their lost time.

After handling the federal affairs, Leon took the initiative to contact his brother-in-law Frank and asked the Iron Wolf Colonel to take hundreds of his soldiers to the destination where Negan and the others were going.

Try to give this gang of Salvation Army brats a black-and-white fight, and let them learn a lesson.

Of course, as a prudent leader, Leon did not forget to order his brother-in-law not to go too deep if he encountered danger. It was important to save his life and he could wait for the arrival of subsequent reinforcements.

………………

After receiving Leon's order, Frank put away the communicator with an unhappy face and muttered a few words about "bastard".

This brother-in-law is almost 40 years old, but he still has no intention of getting married and starting a family. He seems to have dedicated all his fatherly love to his little niece Alice.

Every time he sees the little girl Alice, this guy will forget himself, as if he is a mascot, and the smile on his face never breaks.

However, no matter what he thought in his heart, Iron Wolf Frank was still the resolute and courageous legendary warrior when he was performing his mission. He turned to look at Dwight expressionlessly and said to the expectant man:
"His Excellency the President has agreed to your request."

"Next, you must lead our troops to the research institute you mentioned."

"But don't worry, your wife will be escorted by a special carriage to our base as quickly as possible."

"With the most professional People's Federation doctors here, I will definitely be safe and sound."

After speaking, he summoned an adjutant in front of Dwight, arranged for five elite soldiers, set aside a carriage, and arranged the return trip to the base for Dwight's wife Shirley.

After doing these things, Frank looked into Dwight's eyes with a hint of danger on his cold face and said:

"Of course, you'd better not lie to us, otherwise, I will let you know what cruelty is."

Seeing his wife, who was still in a coma, leaving him under the escort of a group of elite soldiers, Dwight took a soft breath, turned to look at Colonel Frank, and said sincerely:
"Don't worry, Colonel, my wife is in your hands. Negan is my enemy. For her safety, I will fully assist you."

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At the same time, Negan and his Salvation Army subordinates, led by an old man named Dr. Mason, came to a mental hospital located near a remote town and backed by a forest.

Looking at the dilapidated mental hospital in front of him, Negan looked at the nameplate hanging on the gate with some strangeness.

"Mason Spiritual Healing Center in Fideltown."

He held old Mason's collar with one hand, pulled the wretched old man with a bruised nose and face in front of him, and asked:

"Mason Mental Health Center, old man, is this health center your property?"

With a short stature and a pair of panda eyes, Dr. Mason smiled all over his face, looking very wretched.

Facing Negan's question, he nodded and bowed and said:

"You can say that, Boss Negan, but although this place is my property on the surface, it is secretly a secret research institute of the Freemasonry."

"Our patients are mental patients from all over the world. Of course, on the surface they are mental patients, but in fact many of them are experimental materials trafficked by the Freemasons."

"The government officials and the police here have colluded with the Freemasons, and have been manipulated and taken a lot of benefits from them. Basically, as long as patients enter our door, they will never be able to leave again in this life."

After listening to this, Negan had a sarcastic smile on his face. As a physical education teacher from the middle and lower class of society, he had never believed in the greedy and bottom-line leaders and wealthy people of the country.

After Lucille poked Dr. Mason in the waist with a bat, Negan said with a wicked smile:
"It seems that you and that so-called Freemason are both a bunch of bastards."

"But it doesn't matter. We are villains, bastards and scoundrels now. It's like we are the same kind. Maybe we can become good friends."

"Haha."

Negan laughed wildly, and the boys around him also laughed together.

The old man Mason smiled on his face, but deep down in his heart he cursed the bastard who had been torturing him a hundred times.

He had managed to escape here originally, but this time he was forced to bring them to this secret research room, and of course he didn't have any good intentions.

This was once a very special biological and chemical weapons research institute of the Freemasonry. It was the most cruel place where living experiments were used to develop biological and chemical weapons.

There are a large number of dangerous experimental subjects in it, if it weren't for the loss of resource support from the Freemasonry Headquarters after the nuclear explosion.

This place will not lose control due to accidents. He, a high-ranking research director in the past, will not escape here like a dog and live a wandering life struggling to survive in the wasteland.

Gavin, who was wearing a body armor and metal protective gear on his limbs and chest, was carrying a shotgun and said to Negan:

"Boss Negan, we'd better go in quickly. When it gets dark, our actions will become troublesome."

"When the time comes, we will also have to find a safe place to make repairs."

After hearing this, Negan looked at his most trustworthy leader, and then looked at the surrounding weather. It was already close to two or three o'clock in the afternoon. This place is on the edge of the radiation zone, and the buildings in the town have not been seriously affected. magnitude of damage.

And because the clouds in the sky contain a lot of impurities, forming large swaths of dark clouds, the disadvantage of insufficient light has made the area around the nursing home look quite eerie and terrifying.

Seeing this, Negan did not delay any longer. He commanded several small leaders and led the Salvation Army, which totaled nearly 200 people. Under the guidance of Dr. Mason, he walked into this spiritual healing center that already seemed a bit dilapidated and desolate. inside.

The sanatorium with a brick and wood structure not only has a huge front and back yard full of strange plants that have become withered and weird in the radiation, but also a red and white three-story main house, which occupies a large area and looks very Like a huge medieval church.

Led by Dr. Mason, they walked through the front yard, through the main house, and finally came to a fountain in the back garden of the nursing home.

The old man shivered and walked to a stone pillar.Under the somewhat surprised gazes of everyone in the Salvation Army, they turned the eagle statue placed on the stone pillar.

Just listen, click!Click!Click!Click!

It was like the sound of a big stone being moved away.

Soon, a huge underground staircase entrance appeared in front of everyone.

Dr. Mason's wretched face seemed to have a hint of pride. He turned to Negan and said:
"Boss Negan, this is it. What you want is in here."

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When Colonel Frank arrived at this small town with the People's Federation troops, two days had passed.

Regardless of the fatigue along the way, they killed some mutant monsters blocking the road and arrived at the Mason Mental Health Center according to the map.

The first thing that caught the eye was a large group of mutated zombies attracted by the smell of blood, as well as many living corpses extending from the entrance of the sanatorium to its interior.

There are a lot of mutated zombies. Counting those ordinary mutated zombies, there are more than a hundred of them.

Not only were they numerous in number, but they also had a complete range of types, including corrosors, tank types, hunter types, and explosive zombies. Frank even saw a few zombie lords and several other mutant zombies that he had never seen before.

Five years have passed, and the shape of these mutated zombies has undergone many changes compared to before. Not only has their appearance become uglier, but their special abilities have also become more strange and powerful.

Seeing the scene here, researcher Reiner, who was originally hiding in the army, not only did not have any fear, but instead walked a few steps toward the monsters with excitement on his face, pointed at them with his finger, and said:
"Haha, there are many mutants here that I have never seen before."

"Colonel Frank, please ask the soldiers to be gentler and try to keep these mutated zombies intact. It would be better if they could be captured alive."

"These samples should be helpful to our research."

Frank nodded impatiently, but did not pay attention to Reiner's suggestion of being captured alive. He ordered to his adjutant:

"Let the people from the Death Corps hold on from the front, and don't let the newbies die."

"But don't be too overprotective and let these rookies see more blood."

"Yes, Colonel."

After receiving the order, the four adjutants began to divide the soldiers into several teams.

The soldiers of the Death Corps, who were strong and clad in armor, looked like ancient knights. They held a modified shotgun in one hand and a special explosion-proof shield in the other, standing at the front of the team.

Under the command of the officers, the recruits who had just graduated from the military academy took out small weapons such as assault rifles and dispersed behind the Death Corps.

After everyone was ready to attack, Colonel Frank gave the order and launched the attack.

However, due to researcher Reiner's request and the fact that there were not many mutant zombies near the sanatorium, Colonel Frank did not adopt the conventional attack strategy of bombing first and then mopping up, but adopted a more targeted attack method.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
More than two dozen snipers held their breath, pulled the trigger, and took the lead in sniping at the Corruptor zombies hidden among the mutant zombies. Their hideous and terrifying heads, like monkeys, exploded with a snap, and the contents inside The red and white things splashed everywhere, and fell down without saying a word.

These zombies that can attack from a distance are the most dangerous and have always been the primary target of survivors.

Once they spit out the corrosive bile in their stomachs, unless they take off their equipment immediately, or don't be splashed on the skin by the bile.

Otherwise, before long, even those tough guys will be burned by this corrosive burn, and the pain will make them unable to continue fighting. And if it is not cleaned up in time, the fragile flesh and blood body will most likely be burned directly through the internal organs. And die.

The death of these corrosives immediately alarmed the group of zombies who were still eating.

The fastest and most agile hunter-type zombies instantly jumped up like rabbits, staying away from the group of corpses. They used the cover of surrounding obstacles to observe the People's Alliance troops attacking them.

Different from the savage rampage of zombies a few years ago, today's mutant zombies seem to have recovered a little bit of their intelligent instincts. When facing the enemy, they no longer rush straight towards the enemy's trap as before, but have learned to Dodge and attack like wild beasts living in the wild.

Aww!Aww!Aww!

Before these hunter-type zombies could observe the situation and launch an attack, the tank-type zombies, who were strong and full of terrifying muscles, had already rushed towards the location of the People's Alliance troops.

These terrifying monsters have undergone mutations over the years, and their general body size has reached more than [-] meters. The muscles on their bodies are no longer the beautiful and elastic appearance of humans, but have instead become dark black or dark brown. It feels like a stone with cracks and a stiffness like cuticle.

In contrast, the defense of these tank-type zombies has been further improved. Although they are still carbon-based creatures, when ordinary light firearms hit them, in addition to flying flesh and blood and exploding several holes, It has basically lost its effect.

After all, they are still monsters similar to zombies. Things like muscles and internal organs are just decorations. They cannot be eliminated without damaging their brains.

The brains of these monsters are all protected in their huge skulls that seem to have been strengthened. The density of the skulls there is astonishing and the thickness is also terrifying. It takes several shots to break through their defenses.

Looking at the seven or eight tank-shaped zombies that looked like rhinos, rushing toward them with heavy steps, Colonel Frank made a gesture to them.

after the order is given.

The more than 30 recruits who were standing behind the Death Corps stood up one after another and carried a new weapon that looked like a projectile.

Three or four people aimed at the same tank-type zombie. When they approached the troops about 100 meters away, more than 30 shells filled with green slime like glass jars were fired from the new weapon.

These recruits had obviously gone through a long period of training.

The glass cannonball accurately hit the tank-type zombie that was still running.

Green slime poured down from the broken glass jar and immediately covered the zombie's body.

Accompanied by the sizzling sound of corrosion like barbecue, a large amount of black smoke emerged from the place where the green slime came into contact with the zombie's body.

The bodies of those tank-type zombies immediately turned pitch black and began to slowly melt away.

But obviously, with the corrosive speed of green slime, these giant charging zombies cannot be corroded in such a short distance.

However, when the seven or eight tank-type zombies became staggering due to the corrosion of their body tissues, which affected the rhythm of the charge.

The heavy infantrymen of the Death Corps standing at the front of the army were already carrying special shields. In groups of ten, they formed a defensive formation like a shield wall in the charging path of each tank-type zombie.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
It was like two running bisons colliding with each other. The flesh and blood hit the special explosion-proof shield, making a dull sound like the impact of leather.

Just like the heavy infantry who carried the charge of cavalry in ancient war history, these strong warriors with physical fitness close to the peak of human beings relied on their own strength and the alloy armor covering their bodies to withstand the tank-type zombies. impact.

And just when these tank-type zombies were corroded by green slime, they became even more ugly and ferocious, opening their big mouths and letting out terrifying roars.

The soldiers of the Death Corps surrounding them raised their modified shotguns and aimed them directly at the heads of these mutated zombies at close range.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
The huge muzzle of the modified shotgun burst into violent flames, and countless highly penetrating alloy bullets spurted out, instantly breaking the skulls of these tank-type zombies, and the huge power directly hit their heads. It became as tattered as a honeycomb.

The few soldiers who withstood the frontal impact of the tank-type zombies also felt uncomfortable. Their arms and chests suffered huge impacts, and some were twisted and deformed. With the help of other team members, they evacuated from the front line.

There is nothing that can be done about this. Currently, among all the common mutant zombies, the most difficult to deal with are these tank-type zombies with amazing attack power and even more amazing defense power.

They are like warriors among zombies, with the powerful impact to break through the enemy's formation head-on.

Often, without the help of heavy weapons, even a ten-man team of survivors may not be able to kill such a mutant zombie.

However, after excluding tank zombies and corrosors, the two most difficult zombies to deal with.

Facing other zombies whose attack power is not outstanding, the warriors of the Death Corps can have a considerable advantage.

(End of this chapter)