章 455: Let's not abuse the survivors

The next morning, Airon and his group packed their things, left the town, and headed towards their next destination. But this time, Abraham had arrived with two modified RVs and three military Humvees.

Inside one of the modified RVs, Abraham was driving while Airon talked with Adam.

"So, you belong to an organization called S.C.T.?"

"That's correct, our main base is in Alabama. This time we ventured beyond our safe borders to search for survivors in Florida before starting to clean up this place."

The night before, after discussing with his group and getting their approval, Airon decided to invite these people to join his group, and they all agreed.

In his opinion, the organization behind Airon and the others must be very strong, and in the morning when he saw more than fifty heavily armed soldiers, it only reinforced his beliefs.

"Aren't there enough survivors in Alabama? Why are you going out to look for survivors?" Emilia had put aside all hostility and asked naturally.

"Yes, we have very few people. Most of them are working or learning how to eliminate walkers, so we need new survivors."

"Hahaha, we certainly have few survivors." Abraham said, laughing loudly in the driver's seat.

Emilia was surprised when she heard this and then murmured quietly, "I thought there would be at least a few thousand people, but it turned out to be a small group."

However, all of Airon's people laughed when they heard the words, which made Emilia feel a little lost.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Glenn also shook his head with a smile and took the initiative to explain. "Our organization has thousands of people, and we have several controlled locations. The reason Airon said that everyone is very busy is that we are trying to regain control of other places later on..."

Adam and his group were surprised to hear these words, and Emilia was even more shocked by them.

"What... what? Thousands of people?" Emilia kept looking at the crowd, but everyone seemed calm.

"Seriously, seriously!"

Unwilling to dwell on this topic that was not convenient to discuss right now, Airon changed the subject. "You'll understand what we mean when we get to one of our bases..."

Airon was now focused on the people of Florida.

After a conversation, everyone discovered that these people didn't know much about the nearby survivor community, but Adam once heard of a large settlement of other survivors, which was said to have been organized by the army, but there was no news later, and he's not sure if it's true or a lie.

"We'll first check the closest places. That settlement guarded by the military as you mentioned will be explored in due time."

Half an hour later, the convoy was at their next stop. In fact, Airon had been moving to areas with a lot of water.

Of course, that doesn't mean that there are no conditions for becoming a settlement without a water source. After all, there is groundwater, but he still plans to check the area near the water source first.

As the convoy advanced down the road, the vehicles suddenly shook violently, and then the front of a car tilted to one side of the road. The large inertia caught the larger vehicles in front off guard, causing them to crash into a car.

Airon also shook and his back hit the sofa backrest hard, but he didn't care, instead he quickly reached out to support Emilia, who was falling towards him.

Boom! Boom!

A violent explosion was heard from the other side of the RV, and a machine gun hit the RB armor, producing a crackling sound.

Bang Bang Bang!

"Enemy attack!" Abraham shouted from the front and stepped on the brakes to stabilize the RV.

Airon quickly grabbed Scar Long Range, stood up immediately, and ordered his people, "Gentlemen, it seems like it's time, take your weapons."

"Zz... Glenn, take twenty people to the side of the RV, the other Humvees do what they have to do with the machine guns, but don't let the enemy see you and wait behind the other modified RV."

"Identify the number of enemies!"

"I need to know where they are attacking us from!"

"How much longer will the armor last?"

Airon had sharp eyes and immediately saw the enemy, what surprised him was that it was a military Humvee, like the ones driving in their convoy, but this Humvee looked more reinforced than normal, even upgrading the flames. Obviously, there were several people in the car, protruding from the shooting port.

"Abraham, I need perforating ammunition." Climbing onto the roof of the RV, Airon looked coldly at the vehicle in front of him.

At this moment, an opening suddenly protruded from the roof of the opposing Humvee, and then a somewhat distorted male voice was heard.

"I'll give you a minute to hand over the supplies, or the next grenade will go straight into your RV..." The tone of the other party was extremely arrogant, and everything seemed to indicate that this was their modus operandi, which made their behavior noticeable.

Abraham took a megaphone and said, "We're going to fuck you hard, you fucking bastards! Today, you'll taste a little of what I have for you!"

"Hey, hey, let me talk, those assholes will learn to respect me..." Abraham, who had gone out the back of the modified RV, continued to yell really innovative things at the people on the other side.

"You heard him, we've got a bomb up our ass, so you better not try anything really stupid."

Glenn, who was behind Abraham with his hands on his hips, froze when he saw several soldiers holding Javelin and forming behind the modified RV, which was horizontally positioned on the road.

"Hey, hey, do you think a tank is attacking us?" Glenn signaled the soldiers not to shred the enemies.

"Should we call for air support?" One of the soldiers looked at Glenn with a cold expression.

"How? No, let's wait and see what our commander orders, but I think we need at least one survivor from that side," said Airon.

Abraham, who was having fun with the megaphone, said, "Yeah, my grandma gave me a grenade from the First World War. I still have it as a necklace, so it's better not to force myself to use it."

"Yeah, no to violence..." Abraham turned his gaze and widened his eyes. "Holy shit, what are you guys doing with that thing? Not yet, we brought them to shoot down birds, not to abuse survivors."

"Oh, sir..."

Airon knew he could easily eliminate the enemy, but that wasn't how he acted.

At this moment, in the Humvee on the opposite side, several people were crouched behind the vehicle, all with weapons, and focused on the RV. The interior of the Humvee had obviously been remodeled, and a few more people inside were not a problem at all.

In the front passenger seat, a bearded man with sunglasses was sitting calmly with a cigar in his mouth. The whole car was filled with a suffocating smell of tobacco, but obviously, the rest of the people didn't care.

The bearded man looked at his watch and said without turning his head, "It's time, kill them."