Chapitre 291: Among the Living Dead
In the vicinity of an abandoned factory, the perimeter fences were destroyed by Airon's people and the horde of walkers invaded the entire place. The dense mobs of undead were huge, much larger than any horde Airon had ever been in.
"Roar!"
From time to time, the walkers in the square let out unconscious grunts, at this moment, those people in the building didn't know whether they were awake or not from the visitors outside their shelter.
Meanwhile, the process that Airon was doing with the people who did not reach a walker mask lasted at least an hour and a half.
The door of the warehouse where the survivors were being held suddenly opened and more than 60 people brought in by Airon came out. They lined up very densely and slowly pushed the walkers away from the warehouse door, gradually forming a small open space behind them.
As for his men who were among the horde of walkers, they gradually moved toward the group and supported the formation.
The people in the back began to come out in an orderly manner, all the people with walker masks leaned to the two sides consciously, and every few people would have some people with weapons in the middle, and finally there were more than a hundred people without masks in the middle of the crowd.
The group, once ready and in position, gradually advanced in this formation, and after several difficulties, they all finally emerged from the prisoner warehouse, and Airon, at the front of the group, continued to carefully observe the situation behind him.
Finally, seeing a row of raised arms at the back, he knew that everyone had already left, so without hesitation, he pretended to be staggering and walked to the outside of the factory building.
...
At this moment in the Saviors' building, the rooms that were still lit up at this time were already completely dark, and a large group of people stood at the window inside the building. They were all looking towards the square outside, and most of them were completely stunned by the scene in front of them.
Only a few leaders gathered together and whispered something, the man with a gloomy face looked at the leader strangely.
"Boss, should we contact other teams?"
The leather jacket man's face was hidden in the darkness by the wall, and you could barely see his mouth, but everyone knew he was very angry, very angry!
He effectively ignored the person who asked the question, but asked another question in an abnormally calm tone.
"Did I ever tell you how my family members died?"
The few bosses behind him lowered their heads at this point, none of them daring to speak.
"Yes boss."
Ignoring the words of several people, the man began to speak with a tone full of emotion.
"You know. I originally planned to travel with my relatives, but I met a group of people on the way, and these bastards approached us pretending to be friendly. Just before that we had walked away from another friendly group, so we didn't do anything."
"However, they showed their purpose that night. These bastards were simply interested in our supplies and wanted to rob us during the night of all our food."
"Their luck was not very good. They woke up when I woke up. When they saw me, they wanted to threaten me. But I ended up killing them one by one with my gun."
Speaking of which, the leather-jacketed man seemed to be thinking about something, and the people around him seemed to know what was going to happen next, and they all secretly took half a step back, only to hear the man's voice gradually become a little vicious.
"I'm still thinking about it, if I had really pretended not to see those people stealing my stuff in the night, nothing would have happened, but nowadays there is no drug for repentance in this world anyway, but I never thought they were more people than the ones in our camp that night, the moment I was about to attack I was surrounded by people with guns, I didn't know what to do."
"At that moment I swore an oath to life, if I survive, I will thoroughly investigate any enemy and make sure I kill even their damn dog so I will never be caught like that again!"
Having said that, his gaze slowly turned from the window to the people behind him, the moonlight outside the window shone on his face, a long scar stretched from his forehead to his chin, and his eyes grew colder than night.
"Do you know how people in my family died?"
Seeing that no one spoke, he was not angry, but flashed a strange smile.
"They were all killed by my own hands! Because those bastards wanted to steal my food without asking me first, I caught them eating what little I had!"
He reached out and touched the scar on his face, and his expression suddenly became even crazier.
"As punishment for stealing my food, I made them play a game I love so much - Russian roulette! The family I took care of, my brother and many others played. In the end, I ended up killing them all as punishment for not playing."
Several leaders shook their bodies, they knew the boss was going crazy again, they looked at each other and realized something was wrong, but they didn't expect the other party to suddenly stop.
The man in the leather jacket did not continue talking, but looked away from the window. There was a group of strange undead walking through the door of the factory building. Moving slowly outward.
"These guys can move among the undead! Get your guns!"
"Boss, if we shoot now, we'll be completely wiped out!"
Although the man in the leather jacket acted like a madman, he was actually well aware of the consequences of doing so, the anger in his heart kept rising, burning his nerves, and the urge to shoot recklessly made his body tremble slightly and he immediately punched the wall, trying to calm his mood.
His eyes rested on the strange equipment until the last person on the other side disappeared from his sight.
Just as the atmosphere in the hallway was descending when suddenly, the radio at the man's waist suddenly beeped.
"Zi... Call the boss, this is Hiro."
"What's wrong?"
"The horde of walkers on our side has passed, what's going on at the main base?"
"We're surrounded like a damn hot dog!"
"Then let's go help drive them away..
The leather man was silent for a moment, then pressed the call button again.
"Hiro, how many people are on your side?"
"Fifty, boss...
"Two people is more than enough to divert the walkers' horde, and the rest should come to town to observe. Someone deliberately lured that horde of walkers. I want you to keep an eye on them, if you come across any of them, if you can hold one do so, the others can be eliminated."
"Yes boss."
"Direct forty people to guard the south of town. I suspect they are accomplices of the group of people we captured a few days ago. Block the road so they don't escape.
"Yes."
...
Airon and the others had already reached the east side of town. This was the warehouse where the trucks were parked. A group of more than 400 people arrived here. At this time, more than a dozen people had returned from the warehouse.
As soon as they came through the door, they saw Glenn and the others standing inside. They had already taken off their masks, felt a little relieved and hurriedly called out to the people outside to come inside.
The crowd rushed in with whispers of unease and the warehouse quickly filled with hundreds of people, while Airon joined the dozen people who were in charge of leading the way.
"Is everyone ready?"
George nodded, this time he acted alone, as to what he did, of course he installed the bomb.
Things went very well so far, which put smiles on everyone's faces. Ezekiel and Jesus joined in and thanked them for their generous help this time.
At that moment, several men and women from Oceanside approached, and the leader was Alberto.
The two simply greeted each other without exchanging pleasantries, and seeing that Alberto m hesitated to speak and looked at a girl next to him, he turned his head and looked up.
"Mr. Airon, are you planning to leave?"
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