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When Leon returned to the office, Avril was already waiting at the door.

When the secretary saw Leon, she said with a faint smile on her face:

"Boss, Colonel Frank has something to inform you about the Freemasons."

Lyon was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the team sent to escort the federal caravan would be involved in Freemasonry.

Before he could give any instructions, Avril handed him a communicator and said:

"They found a survivor named Dwight, who provided the location of a secret Masonic institute."

Leon took the communicator, then watched Avril turn around and walk towards the tea room. Her graceful back seemed to be fuller than a few years ago, gradually transforming from a girl into a feminine beauty.

By the way, this girl has been his secretary for seven or eight years, longer than little Amy.

Although Leon has been restraining his desires and prevented the two from having a relationship beyond friendship, the beautiful and thoughtful Avril still made his work more comfortable and smooth.

After such a long time, a tacit understanding that is beyond ordinary people has formed between the two.

Once they vomit out the corrosive bile in their stomachs, they will have to take off their equipment immediately or avoid having the bile splash onto their skin.

"Yes, Colonel."

The glass shell accurately hit the tank-type zombie that was still running.

More than thirty recruits behind the Death Corps stood up and carried a new weapon that was shaped like a catapult.

"Our patients are mentally ill people from all over the world. Of course, on the surface they are mentally ill patients, but in fact many of them are experimental materials abducted by the Freemasons."

The Death Legion soldiers, who were sturdy and wearing armor, looked like ancient knights. They held modified shotguns in one hand and special explosion-proof shields in the other, and stood at the front of the team.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fierce flames burst out from the huge muzzle of the modified shotgun, and countless highly penetrating alloy marbles gushed out, instantly breaking the skulls of these tank-type zombies. The enormous power directly turned their heads into honeycomb-like tatters.

After the order was issued.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

More than twenty snipers held their breath, pulled the trigger, and took the lead in launching sniper attacks on the Corrosion zombies hiding in the group of mutant zombies. Their hideous and terrifying monkey-like heads exploded with a snap, and the red and white things inside splattered everywhere. They fell down without a sound.

Old man Mason smiled on his face, but deep down in his heart he cursed this bastard who had been tormenting him a hundred times.

.........

Otherwise, why, as they are extremely powerful, have they not made any major moves in all these years?

And it's not just them, even the CRM Civic Republic seems to have lost its trace. There has been no major unrest and everything has been peaceful, giving the Human Rights Union plenty of time to grow.

The fastest and most agile hunter-type zombies instantly shot up like rabbits, away from the group of zombies, and with the cover of surrounding obstacles, observed the human coalition forces attacking them.

Not only were there a large number of them, but the types were also quite complete, including corrosive zombies, tank-type zombies, hunter-type zombies, explosive zombies, and Frank even saw a few zombie lords and several other mutant zombies that he seemed to have never seen before.

After dealing with the affairs of the Federation, Leon took the initiative to contact his brother-in-law Frank, and asked Colonel Iron Wolf to take his hundreds of soldiers and go directly to the destination where Negan and his men were going.

"Mason's Mental Rehabilitation Center in Fideltown."

Upon hearing this, Negan looked at his most trusted leader, then looked at the surrounding weather. It was almost two or three in the afternoon. This place was on the edge of the radiation zone, and the buildings in the town had not suffered significant damage.

"Ha ha."

Otherwise, it won't be long before even those tough guys will be burned by the corrosive burns and be in so much pain that they can no longer continue fighting. If they are not cleaned up in time, their fragile flesh and blood bodies will most likely have their internal organs burned directly, causing death.

Along with a sizzling and corrosive sound like barbecue, a large amount of black smoke emerged from the place where the green slime and the zombie's body came into contact.

After doing all this, Frank looked into Dwight's eyes with a hint of danger on his hard face and said:

The soldiers of the Death Corps surrounding them raised their modified shotguns and aimed directly at the heads of these mutated zombies at close range.

Just as these tank-type zombies were corroded by the green slime and became even uglier and more hideous, they opened their big mouths and let out terrifying roars.

Five years have passed, and the appearance of these mutated zombies has changed a lot compared to before. Not only have they become uglier, but their special abilities have also become more bizarre and powerful.

Dr. Mason, who is short in stature and has a pair of panda eyes, looks very wretched with a seductive smile on his face.

Seeing this, Negan did not delay any longer. He commanded a few small leaders and led the Saviors, a total of nearly two hundred people, and under the guidance of Dr. Mason, they walked into the mental health center which already seemed somewhat dilapidated and desolate.

After all, they are still monsters similar to zombies. Muscles and internal organs are just decorations. They cannot be destroyed without damaging their brains.

These zombies that can attack from a distance are the most dangerous and have always been the survivors' primary targets.

Seeing the scene here, Reiner, the researcher who was hiding in the army, not only did not show any fear, but walked a few steps towards the monsters with excitement, pointed at them, and said:

"Haha, there are so many mutants here that I have never seen before."

At the same time, Negan and his Saviors, led by an old man named Dr. Mason, have arrived at a mental hospital located near a remote town and backed by a forest.

The death of these corroders immediately alarmed the group of zombies that were still eating.

However, due to the request of researcher Reiner and the fact that there were not many mutant zombies near the sanatorium, Colonel Frank did not adopt the previous conventional attack strategy of bombing first and then mopping up, but instead adopted a more targeted attack method.

After receiving Leon's order, Frank put away the communicator with an unhappy look on his face, muttering "bastard" under his breath.

The heavy infantrymen of the Death Corps standing at the forefront of the troops had already been holding special shields. They were divided into groups of ten and formed a defensive formation like a shield wall in the charge path of each tank-type zombie.

In contrast, the defense of these tank-type zombies has been further improved. Although they are still carbon-based creatures, ordinary light firearms are basically ineffective when hitting them, except for causing blood and flesh to fly and bursting several holes.

In the five years since the nuclear war, they have rarely come into contact with Masonic intelligence.

These recruits have obviously undergone a long period of training.

Looking at seven or eight tank-shaped zombies rushing towards them with heavy steps like rhinos, Colonel Frank made a gesture to them.

Regardless of the fatigue along the way, they killed some mutant monsters that blocked their way and arrived at the Mason Mental Rehabilitation Center according to the map.

However, no matter what he thought in his heart, Iron Wolf Frank was still the resolute and courageous legendary warrior when he was carrying out the mission. He turned his head expressionlessly and looked at Dwight, and said to the man with an expectant face:

"The President has agreed to your request."

It was like the sound of a huge stone being moved away.

Led by Dr. Mason, they walked through the front yard, through the main building, and finally came to a fountain in the back garden of the sanatorium.

After years of mutation, these horrific monsters have generally grown to a size of over two meters and two meters. Their muscles are no longer as beautiful and elastic as they were in human form, but have turned dark black or dark brown, with cracks like stone and a stiff feeling like cuticle.

"These samples should be helpful to our research."

Facing Nigan's question, he nodded and said:

The first thing that caught the eye was a large group of mutated zombies attracted by the smell of blood, as well as the many living corpses extending from the entrance of the sanatorium to its interior.

This place will not get out of control due to accidents, and he, a former high-ranking research director, will not escape from here like a dog and live a wandering life struggling to survive in the wasteland.

The old man walked tremblingly to a stone pillar.

Under the slightly surprised gaze of the Salvation Army, the eagle statue placed on the stone pillar was turned.

"When the time comes, we also have to find a safe place to do the repairs."

Before these hunter-type zombies could observe the situation and launch an attack, the strong and muscular tank-type zombies had already rushed towards the location of the Human Union forces.

The brick-and-wood sanatorium not only has huge front and back yards filled with strange plants that have become withered and weird due to radiation, but also a three-story main structure in red and white that covers a large area and looks very much like a huge medieval church.

You know, this organization possesses authentic alien life forms. If they can get even a little bit of sample from this laboratory, it will bring a qualitative leap in the zombie technology of the personnel.

However, it is obvious that with the corrosive speed of the green slime, these huge zombies that are charging rapidly cannot be corroded within such a short distance.

Three or four people aimed at the same tank-type zombie. When they approached the troops about a hundred meters away, more than thirty shells filled with green slime like glass jars were fired from their new type of weapon.

Unlike the savage rampages of zombies a few years ago, today's mutated zombies seem to have recovered a little bit of their intelligent instincts. When facing the enemy, they no longer rush straight towards the enemy's traps as before, but have learned to dodge and sneak attack, just like the wild beasts living in the wild.

.........

"The government officials and police here are in collusion with the Freemasons. We have been given a handle on them and have taken a lot of benefits from them. Basically, once a patient enters our door, they will never be able to leave again in their lifetime."

After receiving the order, the four adjutants began to divide the soldiers into several teams.

"But it doesn't matter. We are villains, assholes and thugs now. It's like we are the same kind. Maybe we can become good friends."

Frank nodded impatiently, but he didn't pay attention to Reiner's suggestion to capture him alive. He ordered his lieutenant:

He grabbed old man Mason's collar with one hand, pulled the bruised and wretched old man in front of him, and asked:

After that, he called an adjutant in front of Dwight, arranged five elite soldiers, and specially cleared out a carriage to arrange a trip back to the base for Dwight's wife Shirley.

"Colonel Frank, please tell the soldiers to be gentle and try to keep these mutant zombies intact. It would be even better if they can be captured alive."

"Of course, you'd better not lie to us, otherwise, I will let you know what cruelty is."

"But don't worry, your wife will be escorted by a special carriage and will go to our base as quickly as possible."

There is no way around it. Currently, among all the common mutated zombies, the most difficult to deal with are the tank-type zombies with amazing attack power and even more amazing defense power.

The brains of these monsters are all protected in their huge heads that seem to have been reinforced. The skulls there are incredibly dense and extremely thick. It takes several shots to break through their defenses.

"Boss Negan, we'd better get in quickly. Our operations will become troublesome when it gets dark."

"With the most professional doctors here, we will definitely be safe."

He had managed to escape from here with great difficulty, but this time he was forced to bring them to this secret laboratory, and of course he had no good intentions.

There are a large number of dangerous experimental subjects inside, if it weren't for the loss of resource support from the Freemasonry headquarters after the nuclear explosion.

"But don't be too protective. Let these rookies see more blood."

After listening to this, Negan showed a mocking smile on his face. As a physical education teacher who used to be from the lower-middle class, he never trusted those greedy and unscrupulous senior officials and wealthy people in the country.

Every time he sees the little girl Alice, this guy becomes completely obsessed, as if she is a mascot, with a smile on his face that never stops.

They are like warriors among zombies, with the powerful impact force to break through the enemy formation head-on.

Just like the heavy infantrymen who withstood cavalry charges in ancient war history, these strong warriors with physical fitness close to the peak of human beings, relied on their own strength and the alloy armor covering their entire bodies to withstand the impact of tank-type zombies.

However, because the clouds in the sky contain a large amount of impurities, large patches of dark clouds have formed. The disadvantage of insufficient light has made the area around the sanatorium appear quite gloomy and terrifying.

So, he thought about it for a few minutes and simply called the federal envoy to ask them not to enter the radiation zone for the time being, but to rest outside for a few days to avoid any accidents.

This brother-in-law is almost forty years old, but he still has no intention of getting married and starting a family. He seems to have devoted all his fatherly love to his little niece Alice.

"Let the Death Corps hold the front line and make sure those new rookies don't get killed."

Soon, a huge underground staircase entrance appeared in front of everyone.

After everyone was ready for the attack, Colonel Frank gave the order and launched the attack.

There are a lot of mutated zombies. Including those ordinary mutated zombies, there are more than a hundred of them.

The soldiers who withstood the frontal impact of the tank-type zombies were also not feeling well. Their arms and chests suffered huge impacts, and some were twisted and deformed. With the help of other team members, they evacuated the front line one after another.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

It was as if two running bison collided with each other, and the flesh and blood hit the special explosion-proof shield, making a dull sound similar to the collision of leather.

Green slime poured out from the broken glass jar and immediately covered the zombie's body.

Let's try to teach these Salvation Army brats a lesson.

The bodies of those tank-type zombies immediately turned pitch black and began to slowly melt away.

Watching his still unconscious wife leave him under the escort of a team of elite soldiers, Dwight took a deep breath, turned to look at Colonel Frank, and said sincerely:

"Don't worry, Colonel. My wife is in your hands. Negan is my enemy. For her safety, I will do my best to assist you."

"Mason Mental Retreat Center, old man, is this sanatorium your property?"

"Next, you must lead our troops to the research institute you mentioned."

.........

However, no matter what happens, it does not prevent Lyon from sending people to the Freemasonry laboratory to make some money.

Leon even speculated whether this super secret organization spanning the entire world had suffered extremely serious damage in this war and lost its original strength.

More than ten minutes later, after learning the information from Frank, Reiner and Dwight respectively, Leon's mind flashed and he thought of many things.

Dr. Mason's wretched face seemed to have a hint of pride. He turned to Negan and said:

"Boss Negan, this is it. What you want is in here."

Looking at the dilapidated mental hospital in front of him, Negan looked at the nameplate hanging on the gate with some surprise.

And those new recruits who had just graduated from the military academy, under the command of the officers, took out light weapons such as assault rifles and dispersed behind the Death Corps.

Afterwards, the People's Federation will provide appropriate compensation for their lost time.

"You can say that, Boss Negan. Although this place is openly my property, it is actually a secret research institute of the Freemasons."

Of course, as a cautious leader, Leon did not forget to order his brother-in-law that if he encountered danger, he should not go too deep. Saving his life was the most important thing, and he could wait for the subsequent reinforcements to arrive.

This was once a very special biological and chemical weapons research institute of the Freemasons. It was the most cruel place where living experimental subjects were used to develop biological and chemical weapons.

Negan laughed wildly, and the brothers who followed him laughed along.

However, when these seven or eight tank-type zombies began to stagger because of the corrosion of their body tissues, which affected the rhythm of their charge.

By the time Colonel Frank and his RU troops arrived at the town, two days had passed.

All I heard was, "Click! Click! Click! Click!"

Lucille poked Dr. Mason's kidney with the baseball bat, and Negan said with a smirk:

"It seems that you and that so-called Freemason are also a bunch of bastards."

Awww! Awww! Awww!

Gavin, who was wearing a bulletproof vest and metal protective gear on his limbs and chest, carried a shotgun and said to Negan:

Often, without the help of heavy weapons, even a team of ten survivors may not be able to kill such a mutated zombie.

However, after eliminating the two most difficult zombies, the tank-type zombies and the corroders.

When facing other zombies whose attack power is not outstanding, the warriors of the Death Legion can have a considerable advantage.

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