Chapter 463: Decision 1
Being pointed at with guns by seven or eight people, Daryl could only stay where he was with his hands raised, but he still secretly mocked the people in front of him.
From the many small actions of the other party, it can be seen that the man is very cautious, to put it poorly, he is very fearful.
After getting off his motorcycle and being pointed at by numerous guns, the other group stripped him of his weapons and left two men pointing at him all the time, while the rest walked towards the charred Humvee.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Daryl quickly looked at these people. He had to judge quickly who he was facing and how far they were willing to go, so that he could deal with the next steps with more calm and security.
His eyes scanned everyone on the other side, and he quickly made a judgment about the strength of the two sides. If it were one-on-one, he could take on any of these people. Thinking about this, he looked at the two who were watching him, and that was when he saw the similarity of the cars with the Humvee in flames.
The Humvee on the side of the road a moment ago was also modified in this way, obviously belonging to the same group or organization.
A series of clues kept passing through his mind. Daryl's calm expression concealed his nervous mood at this moment, and he silently waited for the decision these people would make.
Some people quickly recorded the scene. The face of the man who seemed to be the leader was a bit gloomy and he seemed very angry about the death of his companions. He exchanged a few words with the people around him in a low voice and then walked towards Daryl.
After looking at him for a while, the man suddenly grabbed the radio from Daryl's waist and shook it playfully.
"Look what I found? Seems like you have friends?"
Daryl wanted to snatch the radio with an angry expression, but two people around him blocked him at gunpoint, so he could only look at the man with disdain.
"This is what I use to monitor nearby survivors communicating by radio. What eye of yours saw that I have companions? Do I look like someone who should be in an organization?"
The man was not angry at all, but a short man beside him gave a low cry.
"Who do you think you're talking to? Be honest with us and don't mess with us, you son of a bitch!"
Just as the short man was about to hit him, he was stopped by the man who extended his hand.
"Introduce yourself, you can call me Caine. What's your name?"
Daryl just looked at Caine coldly and had no intention of speaking. This action annoyed the other people behind Caine and they raised their guns pointing at his head. Seeing their looks, they would shoot if he didn't answer their questions.
"When one person introduces themselves politely, the other party should at least give their name. Isn't that basic common sense?"
"I can ignore you too, that's basic sense, you idiot."
"You damn brute!"
The short man finally couldn't help but punch him. This punch was full of anger and naturally used all the strength of his body to cause as much damage as possible.
Daryl seemed calm, but he had actually been in a state of vigilance. Seeing the fists approaching, he did not panic at all. Not to mention that he was very good before the end of the world, he had been practicing hand-to-hand combat with Airon for years, so it can be said that he had learned a lot.
When he realized the punch was inevitable, he turned his head to one side to lessen the damage, then naturally punched the short man in front of him. The face of the man, who seemed like a rabid dog, turned red, his body contracted, and his legs weakened, letting out all the food he had eaten in the morning.
The rest of the people looked surprised at this scene, and they brought their weapons closer to Daryl's face.
Caine, on the other hand, made a gesture with his hand to indicate that they lowered their weapons, then looked at him intently and suddenly burst out laughing after a while.
"That's good, that's good. You're quite skilled. Now I think you're surviving on your own. So, are you not going to tell me your name?"
"Daryl..."
"Daryl... Alright, everyone, lower your weapons..."
Caine signaled for everyone to calm down, and suddenly raised the radio in his hand and pressed the call button.
"Zz... I don't care who you are, listen carefully, I have one of you peoples, Daryl, I want you to make an appointment to discuss what will happen next, you have one minute to respond, after the time is up, I'll kill him." After Caine finished speaking, he waved the radio in his hand as if he was very proud of what he did.
Daryl was a little nervous, but when he saw this idiot talking on the radio, he gradually calmed down. His people were on the Alabama border, so Caine made a stupid decision.
However, he still maintained an indifferent look on the surface, and at this moment, he could only imagine what would happen next.
More than forty seconds passed slowly.
"It seems like they're not willing to come and talk..."
Caine reluctantly clicked the dialogue button.
"The last ten seconds, ten, nine..."
The countdown ended soon, and the intercom still didn't respond.
"Alright, it seems like you're telling the truth..."
Patting Daryl on the shoulder, a smile appeared on Caine's face again.
"I think you're good, you're skilled, and you're calm when things happen. Follow us, and amazing things will happen to you in the future."
"Team leader!"
As soon as Caine's words fell, the short man stood up and shouted at him in disgust, but he closed his mouth after seeing his leader's eyes on him. In this situation, he looked at Daryl with fury.
Caine pointed to the three closest people and introduced them: "These are my trident, Molon, Jonny, and Brad, you'll meet the others later."
After speaking, he clapped and signaled for everyone to get on the Humvee.
"Everyone, let's return to base."
Daryl got on the Humvee, looked at his motorcycle behind him, and said nothing as the chances of retrieving it were minimal.
This is already the best situation that can be found so far. If you have a different opinion, you may be in danger.
...
Caine was sitting in the front of the car, playing with the radio that belonged to Daryl, and told the people in the car with him: "Keep an eye on that man, his identity must not be simple."
"Yes, sir."
The three quickly agreed, and Molon, who was driving, suddenly spoke: "Boss, was Paul killed?"
Caine looked ahead, thought for a moment, and said, "He can only be dead. The people they encountered are not simple at all. But no matter what the reason is, this is not good news for us. Having an enemy with that level of combat is never good."
...
In a factory building over 20 kilometers away from the enemy base settlement, numerous vans were lined up in a straight line while dozens of walkers had been killed.
"Airon, why is Daryl in Florida? Isn't this a trap?"
"Lu, why did Daryl come here? Could it be a trap?"
"The other side can say Daryl's name, so it shouldn't be false..."
"Then why don't we respond? Isn't Daryl in danger?"
Looking around, Airon slowly shook his head when he realized everyone was looking at him.
"No, we responded..."
"Why?"
"Because that's my decision..."
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