Kapitel 543: A decision (4)
If there was one thing he had learned so far, it was that this was the town of the Red Army, a place similar to Atlanta in terms of dominance. Dreaming of infiltrating was something that would never happen. But Airon discovered this the hard way, which was really bothering him.
Roar!
The high-pitched and piercing howls quickly echoed through the streets around Daryl, and the arrival of three humans drew the attention of the walkers in the distance.
This roar also awakened all the companions around them, and the walkers who had already settled down became restless in an instant. They moved away from the prey at the door where the children were and chased after the sound.
Looking at the approaching walkers, Number 1 was still standing with his rifle in doubt, looking around the dark corner of the street, paying no attention to those dreadful walkers.
The two soldiers on his left and right started dealing with the walkers without any trouble. The street was narrow, but eliminating these things seemed to be no problem for them.
On the left, there was a dark-skinned woman holding two sharp daggers capable of piercing the skulls of the approaching walkers.
It was logical for such an active attack from the walkers to be chaotic and bloody, but this group of people was different. They didn't care about these things and instead eliminated them with few movements.
Boom! Crack! Crack!
But this woman alone was enough to eliminate most of the walkers. Every move she made was like having eyes everywhere. Every time she killed a walker, even if another one caught her body, she could dodge and make effective counterattacks. All her attacks seemed to have been done thousands of times!
On the other side was a strong black man in his extended combat uniform. He didn't have any cold weapons in his hands, only a pair of shiny metal gloves. He punched the bodies of all the walkers approaching him.
As soon as the walkers made contact with these enormous fists of metallic iron, their bodies were sent flying backward as if they had suffered a great impact.
Some walkers that were sent flying crashed into the shelves with their bodies, knocking down the entire row of shelves, and some of them collided with other walkers coming from behind, and they all fell to the ground.
However, Daryl, who was hiding on the side, was completely unaware of such a scene that would definitely astonish ordinary people.
He only wondered if the commotion in the rear was big or small, but apart from the screams of the walkers, there were no gunshots.
But soon, Daryl put aside these questions, and when the roar of the walkers in the distance arrived, he continued to move stealthily along the edge.
Indeed, he really wanted to pick up a rifle and shoot at those people right now, but he thought about what Airon said and decided to move away. In any case, those people would find him. If the other party really wanted to avoid trouble, they would definitely avoid causing problems.
But in a short time, Daryl had already reached the side of the door of the next building. He hid in the corner and silently counted to three, then silently dashed out with a quick whistle.
From start to finish, he suppressed his curiosity and didn't even look back.
As he left the dark building and entered the light, Daryl secretly let out a long sigh of relief. He didn't want to stay here any longer and quickly moved towards the street with the intention of meeting up with Daryl first.
But the fact is that when you think you've escaped, accidents always come, just like this occasion.
Just as Daryl was leaving, a figure appeared around the corner and a long elbow struck him forcefully on the side of his face.
Boom!
When his head was suddenly hit, Daryl felt dizzy all of a sudden. He leaned against the wall and kept retreating to avoid some other attacks, but even in a dazed state, he could still look at the face of the figure that attacked him, whose withered face had a number 4.
"I've got you, you damn intruder!"
Number 4 looked expressionless at Daryl, took a few steps forward at great speed, grabbed the gun Daryl was trying to lift, threw it aside, grabbed him by the neck with both hands, and slammed him forcefully against the wall.
But Daryl had recovered from the dizziness by that time and counterattacked with a punch, hitting Number 4 in the face.
Crack!
Daryl's blow was strong and forceful, and due to this surprise attack, No. 6's face turned to the side with force, leaving a red mark in the impact area.
But he didn't care, he nonchalantly turned his head several times, ran forward, and extended a hand to try and restrain Daryl, intending to subdue him first and gather more information about the invaders.
Hah!
Daryl looked at the withered man who seemed to have no emotions on his face, and seeing the other party running towards him, he stepped back repeatedly, pulled out the wooden stick inserted in his backpack, and fiercely struck No. 6's wrist.
But no matter how hard he was hit by the wooden stick, No. 6 showed no signs of pain, gripping the stick tightly with his hand and pulling on it with force.
Daryl had no intention of getting entangled with the opponent. He decisively let go of the wooden stick, rolled to the side, picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground, and fired back.
Bang!
This shot was aimed at the enemy's head, and although it quickly deviated, the bullet still hit No. 6's shoulder blade.
After the shot, Daryl ran towards the rear, not daring to stay there for a moment longer. It wasn't because he was afraid, but because he saw another withered man with the same combat uniform appearing in the corner of the street on the other side, this time with a No. 3.
Bang! Bang!
No. 6 lowered his head and touched the bullet wound, no longer interested in capturing Daryl alive. He drew the shotgun from his waist and fired at Daryl.
Bang-Bang!
The shotgun shells were expelled from the barrel, flying through the air towards their target.
Fortunately, Daryl reacted quickly enough to dodge ahead of time when he sensed the opponent drawing his weapon. The bullet hit the wall behind him, leaving honeycomb-shaped holes in it.
Daryl took advantage of this opportunity to turn towards the dark alleyway on the side, temporarily out of sight and reach of the opponent.
And just as his figure disappeared, a swift figure quickly passed by and ran towards Daryl's position at an exaggeratedly fast speed, completely ignoring his companion.
No. 4 stayed where he was, extended his hand to touch the wound on his shoulder, furrowed his brow slightly, stuck his finger into the wound without flinching from the pain, and pulled out a bullet.
Examining the bloodstained bullet, No. 4 simply looked at it and casually threw it to the ground. He picked up the radio and said, "We've found the accidental factor, and No. 7 is tracking it."
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