The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 26: The surprise appearance of predators

After Professor Amlin left, Amy came to Leon with a smile.

"Boss, I see you chatted with Professor Amlin for a long time. Did you gain a lot?"

Leon glanced at Amy, who had a beautiful smile and beautiful temperament. He suppressed his restless emotions and put his fingers on her red lips to touch gently.

"Amlin is a talent, he has brought a lot of good news, and I am going to promote him to a C-level technician next week."

Amy was slightly stunned, and after a few seconds, she said:
"He should be a good man. Annie and Orio told me that their father Amlin loved them very much and would rather go hungry and leave the last food for them."

"Those two children are really sensible, smart and cute."

Leon lifted Amy's chin and said with a hint of teasing in his voice:

"What, do you want a child now?"

After lunch and some post-dinner exercise, Leon was getting ready to meet Sean and Carl.

A communication request suddenly came from the walkie-talkie on his belt.

"drop!"

came Mor's duck-like voice.

"Boss, we were attacked!"

"Eight bastards came out of the darkness and attacked us. Brett was shot twice. We killed one and captured one. The others ran away."

Leon was silent for a few seconds and asked in a voice that suppressed his anger:
"How is Brett's condition? Where was he shot?"

Moore's voice was also a little depressed. There was a mistake in the task assigned to him by the boss, which would lower his evaluation in the boss's mind.

"Bright's condition is okay. The black bear armor blocked part of the damage. He was shot once in the shoulder and once in the arm. No bones were injured. We have stopped his bleeding."

Fortunately, he was only injured and no combatant was lost.

Leon breathed a sigh of relief quietly and said in a low voice:

"Bring the prisoner back, and remember to patch up the corpse's head."

"I'll wait for you at the base."

"Damn it, I want those who dare to attack us to pay the price."

Ten minutes later, the combat team came back. Everyone else was fine. Only Bright, protecting his injured arm, bared his teeth and stared hatefully at the male prisoner at Moore's feet.

He was a survivor of a nursing home camp and came to Atlanta to visit his grandma. Before the disaster, he was just an ordinary production line worker. This was the first time in so many years that he had been shot.

Lyon sent the injured Bright to the medical room. There are two professional C-level paramedics in the umbrella company. They can handle this kind of ordinary gunshot wound very well.

He raised his eyes and observed the prisoner. He was about 40 years old, African American, with short curly hair, ordinary appearance, many scars on his face, and tattoos on his arms and forehead. He should be the kind of gangster who has been on the streets all year round.

Glancing at the combat team, he pointed at the prisoners whose hands and feet were bound, their mouths were sealed, their clothes were sloppy, and their eyes were frightened, and he said:

"The others will go back and rest first."

"Moll, take this guy and come to the underground parking lot with me."

The three of them came to the underground parking lot. Leon was not polite and kicked the prisoner to the ground. He took out a dagger. In the prisoner's horrified eyes, he stabbed his shoulder with one knife, and then stabbed him with another knife. arm.

Grandma, you dared to hurt my leeks, and I almost lost a labor force.

The severe pain caused the prisoner to lie on the ground sweating and trembling all over.

Pulling out the dagger, letting the blood flow from the captive's wound, Leon said in a sinister tone:

"These two knives are just interest for the people you hurt us."

"Now, I'll give you a chance to answer my questions honestly without telling any lies, otherwise, it will be four stabbings next time."

He put his foot on his prisoner's chest and pulled the tape off his mouth.

The captive instinctively wanted to cry out, but was immediately kicked in the face by Leon. "If you dare to shout again, you will be stabbed immediately."

The African-American prisoner gritted his teeth, trembled all over, his face was twisted, and he nodded with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Where is your camp? How many people are there in total?"

"Don't kill me, we just want to get some supplies."

Seeing that the African-American prisoner didn't answer his question, and wanted to quibble, Leon stepped on the wound on the prisoner's arm, crushed it hard, and shouted:

"Don't act stupid and answer my questions, or you'll get stabbed."

The prisoner roared in pain, twisted his body and tried to push Leon's feet away, but was kicked in the face again, breaking several teeth.

"Stop whining and answer me!"

"It was Emton who instigated us to take action. The food in the camp is almost running out. Without food we will starve to death."

"He said that as long as we make a sneak attack first and kill one or two people, the others will be scared away."

"We just want food."

Seeing that the prisoner was still talking nonsense, Leon stabbed him directly in the head and cut off one of his ears.

Pressing his knee on his face, pointing the tip of the knife at his eyes, he said viciously.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you directly."

The repeated injuries finally made this street gangster understand what it means to be ruthless. People who are ruthless don't talk much, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

"There were 12 of us together, and they all turned out to be members of the nearby Fire Bull Gang. Emton was our little leader."

"After the disaster, we fled outside and wandered for a while. Four people died. Later, we found a small camp in a chemical plant outside Shaxi Town, 4 kilometers away. There were a dozen people in total, including the elderly and children. .”

"We all had guns in our hands and we quickly took over the camp. We took their food, their cars, and we imprisoned them."

"But we didn't kill anyone, we just locked them up in the chemical plant."

"Then the food ran out and we had to go out and look for supplies."

"Emton said that there are relatively few zombies in this area and it is easy to find food, so we came here."

"In the end, I met you."

As he talked, the little bastard felt that the body temperature, like blood, was flying out and draining away. He burst into tears and begged:

"Help me! Spare me! Although I am a bastard, I did not kill anyone. I just wanted some food and wanted to live."

"You go and kill Emton. He is the bad guy. He has done many bad things and we were all forced to do so."

"Spare me, let me do whatever you want."

"I don't want to die!"

Leon didn't believe his lies. No one thought he was an irredeemable bad guy. He kicked the prisoner in the face to shut him up.

Then he turned to Moore and said:
"First send him to the medical room to stop the bleeding, and then chain him up."

"After you finish this, go and gather all the combat team members."

"Wait for me on the first floor of the basement."

"I'm going to get some equipment. Let's kill those grandsons today."

Moore nodded excitedly and responded excitedly:
"Okay boss, they are just a bunch of bastards. Old Moore does three of them by himself."

Looking at Moore's leaving figure, Leon thought of another thing.

(End of this chapter)