The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 46 Trap Truck
September 9, Georgia, suburbs of Richmond County.

In the vast and quiet suburbs, a convoy of more than a dozen cars was speeding. At the front was a black modified heavy-duty jeep, followed by 4 military trucks, and finally 8 large trucks.

Leon was smoking a cigar, holding the steering wheel with one hand, avoiding obstacles on the road, and driving very fast.

On his co-pilot, Kewela held an M41 automatic rifle in both hands, bowed slightly, extended the muzzle of the gun out of the car, and fired a single shot.

clatter!clatter!clatter!
clatter!clatter!clatter!
She wears a red and white tight-fitting anti-stab suit, and her shooting skills are extremely accurate. Any zombies that come within 30 meters of the jeep on the road will be killed instantly. Every time a shot is fired, the fire-red high ponytail will follow the sound of the gunshot. Trembling slightly.

While driving the car, Leon observed the girl's plump and exquisite curves. The pair of fleshy balls squeezed into oval shapes on her arms always attracted his attention involuntarily.

In less than a month of physical recovery, the girl has returned her body to the level it was before the injury.

A healthy and wild body exudes feminine charm all the time.

She is indeed very competitive. After being recruited by Leon into the security department, she immediately challenged all members. No matter whether it was fighting or firearms, no one was her opponent.

This made the tough men in the security department very embarrassed, and they even worked harder in their usual training.

Emptying three magazines in a row, Kevela missed none, and most of them were able to get headshots. With a slightly arrogant smile on her lips, she casually threw the smoking rifle into the back seat. He winked at Leon somewhat proudly and said:

"How about it? I'm not lying to you. I've told you before that my marksmanship is very strong."

"Although you can easily defeat me in combat, if we were hostile, you would definitely be shot by me first."

There was no wave on Leon's face and he said:

"Girl, you should have seen my learning ability. I have only been playing guns for three months. I believe that in half a year, you will not be my opponent in spear skills."

Another wicked smile appeared on his face.

"Besides, your attitude is a bit arrogant now. Doesn't your butt hurt anymore? It seems that I didn't spank you hard enough yesterday."

Kevela subconsciously covered her butt, her cheeks were slightly red, and her sky-blue eyes were filled with a hint of charm.

"Humph, that's because you are basically a monster. In three months, your physical fitness has improved by at least one level compared to the last time I saw you. This is an effect that cannot be achieved through training. I am very good at this. Have a say.”

Leon did not talk much about this topic, but changed the topic and asked:
"Is the Wicks Outdoor Products Center you mentioned the largest gun store in Georgia?"

Kevira nodded, found a yellow sunhat somewhere and put it on himself, and explained:
"You laymen may not understand that all the large gun stores in America are located outside the towns, and the names are not so obvious. They are usually called outdoor product centers."

"This Wicks Outdoor Products Center is privately run. I have been here several times. They generally have about 2000 long guns in stock, and a little more pistols, about 5000. There are many quantities and many types, but the real The value does not exceed US$1 million."

"Of course, since it's called an outdoor supplies store, it sells more than just guns. It also sells various bows and crossbows, field tools, camping equipment, and some military equipment that is allowed to be sold, all here."

Leon nodded, feeling a little doubtful. Three months had passed and he didn't know how much of the equipment inside had been taken away by others.

But soon, Leon's doubts disappeared.

Outside a huge building listed as the Wicks Outdoor Products Center, there were densely packed with various abandoned vehicles and thousands of zombies. From a distance, it looked completely dark. There should be no survivors. Dare to go there to get it. Get supplies.

Leon was thinking about how to deal with these zombies when he suddenly felt a soft and warm touch on his arm, as well as a refreshing lemon-like aroma.Kewela put her body against his arm, with a charming look in her eyes, and asked with a slight smile:

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Leon ignored her, but picked up the intercom on the car and said:
"Black Ant Troop, enter!"

After hearing the boss's order, the eight large trucks following the convoy quickly drove to the front of the convoy, then turned around and backed up to the corpses side by side in reverse mode.

When the group of corpses was less than 50 meters away, the back door of the large truck automatically opened upward, revealing the empty box inside.

The zombies also heard the sound of the trucks behind them, and they all turned their attention to these eight huge cars.

At this moment, very lively music came from the carriage of the truck. It was "Jingle Bells" that is familiar to all Americans.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle jingle!
Such an obvious and loud sound immediately excited the nearby zombies. They scrambled to get into the carriage. In less than half a minute, more than 60 zombies, like chickens returning from the cage, crowded the carriage.

Click!

The heavy iron door suddenly fell down, directly blocking the path of the zombies inside and outside the car.

After a few seconds, a loud buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the car. Three high-power rotating meat cleavers, like electric fans, slowly lowered from the roof of the car. The cutting area almost covered the entire car.

The zombies in the carriage became excited again when they heard the sound above. They waved their hands, raised their heads, looked at the huge beheading knife that was slowly descending, and roared with their own terrifying sounds.

Then, within ten seconds, their heads were cut into pieces with a meat cleaver.

After about 2 minutes, the back door of the truck opened again, and the conveyor belt at the bottom of the carriage began to run, spitting out dozens of headless corpses out of the carriage, freeing up the spacious box inside.

After completing a cycle, the drivers moved the truck forward a little to make it easier for the following zombies to enter.

These zombies had no fear at all, and in just a few dozen seconds, they filled the carriage again.

Just like that, he got into the carriage and spit out the headless corpse. He got into the carriage and spit out the headless corpse.

Each cycle of the eight trucks could take away hundreds of zombies. Gradually, after more than a dozen times, the speed of the zombies coming up could no longer keep up with the processing speed of the trucks, and half of the originally dense group of zombies had disappeared. about.

Only eight rectangular hills were left, composed of countless headless corpses, which shocked the minds of everyone present.

Kaiweier's eyes lit up, and he exhaled like blue and said:
"What a smart approach. If this method is promoted, we humans can win even if there are billions of zombies in the world."

Colonel William, standing on the other side of Lyon, had a look of shock, joy, and anger.

The middle-aged officer couldn't help but slap himself, causing blood to flow from the corner of his mouth, and shouted in a low voice: "Damn it! Bastard! It obviously only needs such a simple treatment, why can't the military think of it, why can't I think of it?"

"Those not so brave soldiers, they didn't deserve to die!"

(End of this chapter)