The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 72
In the villa where Peggy and others are hiding.

"Boss, Woodbury has sent out a convoy again."

Peggy said to Leon while typing on the laptop:

"A total of six vehicles were dispatched this time. I also saw a heavy machine gun and about [-] armed people."

"Oh, let me see."

Leon put down the English classic in his hand, came to the laptop, and looked at the surveillance screen on the screen.

There were two vans, two pickup trucks, a truck, and a jeep. Except for the two strong men guarding the heavy machine gun, most of the people were sitting in the cars.

He frowned and asked Peggy:

"Did you see that man called the Governor?"

"Is he in the convoy?"

Paige thought for more than ten seconds, wrinkled her cute little face, lowered her head slightly and said to Leon:

"Sorry, boss, there are several people wearing hats, they can't see their faces clearly, and they have similar body types. I can't confirm."

Leon's deep eyes flashed with light, and he said softly:
"It was so easy to recognize him before, but now many of them are wearing hats. How can it be such a coincidence?"

He stood up and said to everyone in the room:
"No matter what tricks he plays, if he has dealt with the more than 20 people who went out this time, he will not be able to make waves."

"Let's go, notify Daryl's team and prepare for action."

Soon, under the surveillance of the reconnaissance drone, Leon and others joined the Daryl team and followed behind the team.

Sitting in the back seat of the armed jeep, with Kevella driving the car, Lyon handed an assault rifle into Martin's hands and said meaningfully:

"Mr. Martin, if we fight later, we will have to see how you perform. After this mission is over, I will let you continue to be the captain of the Woodbury exploration team. Don't let me down."

Martin showed a somewhat forced smile, took the rifle, held it in his arms, feeling slightly dazed.

Kewela glanced at Martin through the rearview mirror, showed a disdainful smile, and said nothing.

Woodbury's team went all the way, and soon reached the plain where the zombie trap was dug.

When we arrived at the destination, more than 20 people walked out of the motorcade. Most of them were nervous, moved hesitantly, and often made small mistakes that shouldn't have been made. They all looked like novices.

No one in this group of novices noticed that three reconnaissance drones with optical stealth functions were filming all their actions 200 meters above their heads.

Daryl came to Leon with an assault rifle on his back, looked at the surveillance screen on the screen, and said softly:

"Boss, what should we do this time? Or should we scare them?"

Leon touched his prickly stubble and stared at the rookies running around in the picture, making sure that there was no trace of the governor.

"Let's just blow up their cars with rocket launchers and see what tricks they are playing?"

He glanced at Sherman, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and said to Kevira, who was sitting in the driver's seat:
"You have the best marksmanship. Let Sherman drive the car, and you use a sniper rifle to suppress the crowd. If you see any threatening target, shoot him in the air."

Kewela nodded coldly, shook his long hair, jumped out of the car with a flip, walked to the trunk and took out his favorite camouflage repeating sniper rifle.

After everyone was ready, the convoy of Daryl's team followed a familiar path and outflanked Woodbury's team.

A few minutes later, when Woodbury's team was still looking for clues according to the boss's instructions, eight or nine modified cars equipped with various bulletproof armors rushed towards them at extremely fast speeds.

The speed on the opposite side was very fast. They had just taken out their weapons. When they were about to react, they saw people in the opposite convoy taking out more than a dozen brand-new rocket launchers, and more than a dozen rockets shot into the sky. , with fire and screams, shooting towards them.

Everywhere you looked, you could see that the whole place was covered with these terrifying rockets.

Everyone panicked. Some ordinary survivors who had just picked up guns were so frightened by such a scene that their feet became weak and they almost turned around and ran away. Even those veterans who had experienced many gun battles were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweat.

Fortunately for them, the rockets whistling in the sky did not bombard them, but bypassed them living people and hit the cars parked not far away.

Boom, boom, boom!

The violent explosion at close range immediately made them feel the trembling of the earth. Countless deafening sounds and skin-burning flames erupted around them. At this moment, all of them were shocked by the power of these rockets.

Except for a few relatively strong veterans, all the newcomers were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground and desperately begged for mercy.

While they were still in a dazed state, the enemy's convoy quickly surrounded them, with countless long guns and short cannons aimed directly at their vital points, preventing them from making any rash moves.

These enemies wore uniform black leather armor, and in their hands were rocket launchers, automatic rifles, assault rifles and other powerful weapons. Even their aura was filled with the silence and chill of a tough guy.

Just by seeing their figures, the survivors of Woodbury knew that they and others were no match for them.

Everyone didn't dare to act rashly. Some novices were so frightened that they peed their pants, covered their heads with their hands, and shouted not to hurt them, trembling there.

Leon observed for dozens of seconds, frowned slightly, stepped out of the protective circle of his subordinates, pointed his gun at the person who looked most like a veteran, and asked:
"Why are you the only ones here?"

"Where's that Governor guy?"

Facing the black muzzle of Lyon's gun, the burly white man with a stubble swallowed his saliva and said hesitantly:

"He should still be in Woodbury. This operation was remotely directed by him using radio."

"You blew up those cars and we can no longer contact him."

Hearing this result, Leon was surprised, but not that surprised. He couldn't figure out what Governor Philip was thinking.

But now, the car was blown up, the enemy's main force was in front of him, and the surrounding area was under the surveillance of drones for a few kilometers. No matter how he thought about it, that man shouldn't be able to do anything.

In short, when soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, he has an absolute advantage in strength, and he is not afraid of anything Philip will do.

He turned to Daryl and said:
"Daryl, tie up all these people and put them in cars."

"I'm taking a few people back to Woodbury to check it out."

Daryl looked at the rookies in front of him who had lost their fighting consciousness, nodded, and said:

"I know, boss, why don't you leave these people to my team members to deal with, and I will go back with you."

Leon thought for a moment and nodded. There was really no need for Daryl to guard this place. It might be more useful to take him, a good fighter, back.

A few minutes later, Leon left the plain with Kevira, Daryl, Peggy and other elites, as well as some of the cannon fodder of Daryl's team.

In order to cope with unexpected accidents, he also specially brought Martin Ness, the original survivor of Woodbury.

A group of more than a dozen people drove several cars and drove quickly towards the small town of Woodbury.

Twenty minutes later, they had just seen the outline of the town when they saw billowing smoke rising from the corner of the town of Woodbury in the distance.

By the time their convoy approached the edge of the camp, the screams and chaos in Woodbury could be clearly heard.

Martin said with a gloomy face:
"The place where the explosion occurred was our gunpowder magazine and warehouse. It must have been the lunatic Governor. Seeing that things were not going well, he wanted to simply destroy the entire Woodbury."

He hesitated for a moment, then said to Leon:

"Mr. Custer, if you can, please save the survivors here." "After all, they are human beings just like us."

Leon glanced at him in surprise, nodded lightly and said:
"Don't worry, our organization is an aboveboard organization that puts humanity first and strives for humanity."

"We will try our best to save those innocent survivors so that they can contribute to the common cause of mankind."

Martin's expression froze slightly, but he quickly showed a fake smile and said:
"What a great ideal. Thank you so much, Mr. Custer. I am willing to lead the way for you."

Soon, under Martin's guidance, Lyon and his group arrived at the gate of Woodbury. However, when they got closer, they discovered that the gate here had been captured by zombies. In the open gate, there were seven or eight zombies. Chewing on a corpse by the door, that of a teenage boy.

Near the gate, there are several bodies shot dead.

Martin looked a little ugly and said:
"This is little Buddy, his father was among the group of people in the plain just now."

Seeing that the situation was so urgent, Leon said to his subordinates:

"Follow me and help them clean out the zombies inside first."

He thought for a moment and added.

"Pay attention to your surroundings and be careful of the person called the Governor. Don't be fooled by the people inside."

Everyone obeyed.

With the addition of more than a dozen assault rifles, the zombies at the gate were immediately wiped out.

Leon led everyone into Woodbury, immediately closed the open door to prevent more zombies from entering, and then led everyone to start cleaning up the zombies on the street.

It has been about eight months since the disaster began, and Woodbury Camp has been established for more than three months. They have almost eliminated the zombies near this camp.

A large part of the reason why such an accident occurred is because Governor Philip has sent out all the combatable soldiers in the camp in the past two days, and even the guns in the arsenal have been taken away by the soldiers. most.

After blowing up the warehouse and weapons depot, they quietly opened the camp door. The huge noise immediately attracted the remaining zombies nearby.

Facing these terrifying monsters, these survivors who lack weapons and are not good at fighting are like frightened rabbits and can only survive by hiding and escaping.

But judging from the remaining corpses on the street, there are still many survivors who died in the mouths of zombies.

Da da da!Da da da!Da da da!
Leon and others formed a simple formation and used the weapons in their hands to quickly clear the zombies on the street. The barrage composed of more than a dozen people was very powerful, and no zombie could break through their defenses.

As they advanced rapidly, everyone vented their anger with Lyon as the center. After using the third magazine, they had already killed from the street to the end of the street, approaching more than 200 zombies, who died in their Under the gun.

During this process, Lyon remained vigilant at all times, wary of sneak attacks by Governor Philip or others, but until the battle was over, no one attacked them from the dark.

After the streets are cleared.

Gradually, those survivors who hid in the houses came out of their own houses cautiously. Most of them looked sad and in a trance, as if they had lost their souls, looking for themselves among the corpses in the street relatives.

By the time Leon and the others returned to the center of Woodbury, there were only crying and mournful screams in the entire street.

However, people's sadness is not the same.

Except for a few kind-hearted young people like Peggy, elite warriors such as Leon, Kevira, and Daryl did not feel much.

Leon patted the sad-looking Martin on the shoulder without any expression and said:
"Mr. Martin, please go and communicate with them. You must inform them of Governor Philip's evil deeds."

"I will send people to bring the more than 20 survivors back here and reunite them with their families."

He said to the retired soldier seriously:
"Members of our organization will take over here soon. Your people have been through a lot and I don't want anything unpleasant to happen to either of us at that time."

"That would just result in senseless killing."

He looked at Martin threateningly and said:
"Can you understand me, Mr. Martinez?"

Martin looked into Leon's eyes, took a deep breath, and said with a heavy expression:

"I know what you mean, Mr. Custer."

"I know what kind of power you have, and I know exactly where we are now."

"Please rest assured that I will do my best to convince the people here to cooperate with your actions."

Leon nodded with satisfaction and said softly.

"That's fine."

"Don't worry, Martin, I am a person who knows rewards and punishments. No one likes bloody conflicts."

Looking at Martin's leaving figure, Leon turned to his capable officers and said:

"Let's go, let's take a walk here and investigate the situation nearby."

"Look, what did that man leave for us?"

Time flies, and it's late at night.

Leon moved into Governor Philip's original room. He leaned on a sofa, looked at the zombie specimens collected by Philip, and cursed with disdain.

"What a pervert."

"I actually like this kind of thing."

Kevela put on a loose black bathrobe, which made her jade-white body even more attractive. Walking behind Leon, the girl glanced at the ugly zombie specimens without changing her expression, then put her delicate She pressed her body against the man's back and said teasingly:

"It's not surprising at all."

"You definitely don't know how perverted those famous and wealthy people are in private."

"My dear, special people always have special hobbies."

"You bastard, aren't you also obsessed with power and women?"

The girl lay in Leon's arms, reached out and grabbed his vitals, with a charming expression on her face.

"You should thank the pervert."

"His dark desire for destruction has helped you solve a lot of troubles."

"If he hadn't been so crazy that he wanted to kill everyone here."

"If you want to gain their obedience, you must sacrifice a lot of lives."

"Although that Philip escaped by chance in the end, after losing his army, he will only turn into a gloomy mouse, secretly hiding in his cave, licking his wounds, and then cursing you fiercely in his heart. .”

The girl smiled coquettishly, stretched out her tongue, licked Leon's abdominal muscles, and said coquettishly:

"What's so good about these things? We should change rooms. I really want to taste the raging fire in your heart. What does it taste like?"

(End of this chapter)