The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 22 Windfall
"Use your shield to block him, quickly, don't use brute force, tilt the shield, grasp the angle, push outward, yes, right now, push him down."

"Very well, that's it."

"The spearmen followed and impaled their heads."

"Quick, don't hesitate!"

"Look, it's very simple, yes! Cooperate with each other to search for the next target."

Atlanta, Maple Leaf Apartments.

The members of the combat team work in groups of three. One person holds a shield and bayonet and stands at the front of the team to attract the attention of the zombies and use the shield to control the zombies. The other two hold spears and guard both sides of the shield hand. Stab, responsible for output.

Under Leon's teaching, with this formation, three people can easily deal with two or three zombies at once.

At this time, the nine members of the combat team divided into three teams, stood in front of the gate of the villa, formed a front, and began to clean each villa one by one.

Leon was holding a crossbow in one hand, a machete at his waist, and a small speaker in the other hand.

Bang!
Using a lockpick to open the door lock of the villa, he kicked the door open unceremoniously, deliberately letting a huge noise echo in the villa, and placed the speaker in the corner below the door. A burst of passionate rock music came from the speaker. outgoing.

Ignoring the music, he took a few steps back and observed the movements in the villa. It wasn't until several rotten figures staggered towards him from different corners that Leon turned and returned to the back of the battle line, holding a cross. Crossbows are always ready for support.

In this training mission, he no longer directly joins the battle, but is responsible for drawing out the zombies in the villa and honing the combat effectiveness of his younger brothers.

There is no suspense in the battle. There are usually only four or five zombies in each villa, and no more than 10 at most. Facing 9 human warriors wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, they can't make any waves at all.

With the sound of shields slapping against corpses, the sound of spears piercing heads, and the disappearing roars of zombies, a villa can be cleared in a matter of minutes.

Every time a villa is cleaned, Leon will ask his employees to enter the villa, check every corner, remove any dangers inside, search the resources inside, and only store the more precious materials such as food, medicine, guns and ammunition in them Driving in a pickup truck.

Subsequent less important resources will be received by dedicated logistics department porters in the future.

In this way, it took about ten minutes to clean each villa until three hours later, when they were ready to open the 17th villa.

Leon was surprised to find that the villa was actually locked from the inside. Not only that, many wooden boards were nailed inside the door for reinforcement, and all the windows had their curtains closed.

Seeing this situation, he had a guess in his mind.

He patted the door hard and shouted in English:

"Is anyone there, is anyone there?"

"We are Atlanta's rescue workers, please open the doors."

After shouting for 3 minutes, there was no response. Leon was too lazy to think and waste any more energy. He took a few steps back, tensed his muscles, and the strange energy in his body slowly flowed. He let out a low roar, and his 1.9-meter-strong body was like a head. The angry giant bear slammed into the wooden door.

Bang!
There was a loud noise, the door of the villa trembled slightly, and the window next to the door creaked. Leon carefully discovered that there were slight cracks on the door shaft.

Without feeling any physical discomfort, he took a dozen steps back this time and retreated to the road outside the villa. When the other boys looked at the monster in their eyes, he roared and used strength again, running wildly with both feet, like a furious rhinoceros. It hit the door of the villa hard.

Click!

With the sound of cracking wood, half of the villa's door was knocked off the hinge, and fell sideways at an angle, revealing the dim living room inside the door.

Leon rubbed his aching shoulders, grabbed the half of the door that had fallen off, tore it off, and threw it on the lawn outside the villa.

He waved to his younger brothers, beckoning them to follow him, and he took the lead, kicking the wooden boards nailed behind the door a few times before entering the living room.

As soon as he entered the living room, Leon frowned and covered his mouth and nose. There was a disgusting smell in the air. It was not the kind of rotten smell, but the kind where the air was blocked and excrement could not be absorbed for a long time. To clean up, the stench of fermentation.

Leon's thoughts changed, he paused, covered his mouth and nose, and quickly exited the hall.

I'm the boss. I shouldn't be doing this kind of dirty work. I don't want to stay in this stench for more than ten minutes.

After exiting the villa, he waved to the boys outside the door. "There should be living people here. Go inside and search."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence.

"Remember to open the windows inside for ventilation."

After saying that, he took off his copper wire gloves, found a ventilated place to sit down, took out a lighter and a cigar from the leather pocket on his back, lit one for himself, and wanted to press it. nausea.

Six or seven minutes later, Leon saw More with a livid face, carrying a thin middle-aged white man walking towards him. T-boy and Aji also had dark faces, and each of them was holding a timid, pale child. , followed behind.

Haha, it stinks so much, I’m not that easy to be a little brother.

Seeing the fainted middle-aged white man and the two children who were less than eight years old, Leon probably knew why no one responded after he shouted for so long.

A sister who is about 8 years old, and a brother who is about 5 years old. They have round eyes, brown hair, fair skin, and very cute looks.

He turned around and grabbed a few large chocolate bars and bottled drinks from the pickup truck where supplies were stored.

He touched their heads, helped them tear open the packaging thoughtfully, and stuffed these high-energy foods into their hands.

The two children stared timidly at Leon for a while, then looked back at their comatose father, and then slowly stretched out their hands to take the food Leon handed over.

Then he couldn't wait to eat and drink.

Leon pointed to the man who was laid flat on the lawn and said:
"Wake him up first."

Moll spat aside disdainfully. He looked down on this kind of man who locked himself in a house and would rather starve to death than go out to fight. He took out a kettle from his belt with a rough movement and fell to the ground with a crash. On the man's face.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

After seven or eight seconds, the middle-aged man coughed weakly. He opened his eyes in a daze and looked around. He put his hands on the ground but could not support his body.

He raised his head, first looked at Leon and the others, and then saw the children eating food beside Leon, and the tears of the rest of his life could not help but flow out of his eyes.

Leon watched the man take a puff of his cigar, threw him a pack of chocolates, and asked lightly:

"Who are you and why are you hiding in the house?"

The man picked up the chocolate, unwrapped it, stuffed it into his mouth hungrily, and said in a weak voice: "I am Professor Amlin from Georgia Tech University, Chief Engineering Consultant of Delta Air Lines, Senior Electronic Engineer, Senior Software engineer."

"This summer, I originally wanted to take my two children to my hometown of Atlanta for vacation, but I never expected to encounter such a disaster."

"I locked us in the basement of the villa and struggled to survive with the only supplies in the villa. I wanted to wait for rescue, but after more than 30 days, no one came to rescue us."

"I don't know but a few days ago, I gave the last water and food to the children. I couldn't hold on anymore and fainted."

"Until you get me out."

Leon's eyes lit up when he heard a list of job titles from the middle-aged man. Although this man looked weak and did not look like he could work or fight, he was indeed a senior intellectual with knowledge and skills.

It's definitely worth it if you get it.

He cleared his throat and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Amlin, we are not rescuers. You have been locked in the house for too long and don't know the situation outside."

"Now, times have changed. There is no army or officialdom anymore."

"I am the manager of Umbrella Company. Do you want to hear about our Umbrella Company?"

(End of this chapter)