rebuilding in walking dead

　　"Block him with your shield, quickly, don't use brute force, tilt the shield, grasp the angle, push outwards, yes, right now, push him down."

　　"Very good, that's it."

　　"Follow up with the spearmen, and pierce their heads."

　　"Hurry, don't hesitate!"

　　"See, it's very simple, right! Cooperate with each other and search for the next target."

　　Maple Leaf Apartments, Atlanta.

　　The members of the combat team are divided into groups of three. One person holds a shield and a bayonet, standing in the front of the team to attract the attention of the zombies and control the zombies with the shield. The other two hold spears and stand on both sides of the shield holder, responsible for output through precise stabbing.

　　Under Leon's instruction, with this formation and the cooperation of three people, it is easy to deal with two or three zombies at a time.

　　At this time, the nine members of the combat team were divided into three teams, standing in front of the gate of the villa, forming a front line, and began to clear each villa one by one.

　　Lyon held a crossbow in one hand, a machete at his waist, and a small speaker in the other hand.

　　Bang!

　　Using a lock-picking tool to unlock the door of the villa, he kicked the door open without any hesitation, deliberately letting the loud noise echo in the villa. He then placed a speaker in the corner below the door, and a burst of passionate rock music came out of the speaker.

　　Ignoring the music, he took a few steps back and observed the movements in the villa until several rotten figures staggered towards him from different corners. Then Leon turned back to the back of the battle line, holding a crossbow and ready to provide support at any time.

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

　　There was no suspense in the battle. There were usually only four or five zombies in each villa, and no more than ten at most. Facing nine human warriors wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, they could not cause any waves at all.

　　With the sound of shields hitting corpses, spears piercing heads and the roars of zombies gradually disappearing, a villa can be cleared in a few minutes.

　　After each villa was cleared, Leon would let his employees enter the villa, check every corner, eliminate any danger inside, search for resources inside, and only store the more precious supplies such as food, medicine, guns and ammunition in the pickup trucks they drove.

　　Subsequent less important resources will be received by special porters from the logistics department.

　　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 locked from the inside. Not only that, many wooden boards were nailed inside the door for reinforcement, and curtains were closed on all the windows.

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

　　He knocked hard on the door and shouted in English:

　　"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

　　"We are Atlanta rescuers, please open the gate."

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

　　Bang!

　　With a loud bang, the door of the villa trembled slightly, and the windows next to the door creaked. Lyon carefully discovered that there were tiny cracks on the door hinges on the door.

　　Without feeling any physical discomfort, he retreated more than ten steps this time and retreated to the road outside the villa. While the other brothers looked at him as a monster, he growled and exerted force again. He ran wildly with both feet, like an angry rhinoceros, and slammed into the gate of the villa.

　　Snap!

　　With the sound of breaking wood, half of the villa's door was knocked off its axis and fell to one side at an angle, revealing a dim living room inside the door.

　　Leon rubbed his aching shoulder, grabbed the detached half of the door, tore it off, and threw it on the lawn outside the villa.

　　He waved to his younger brothers, signaling them to follow him, and he took the lead, kicked the wooden board nailed behind the door a few times, and entered the living room.

　　As soon as he entered the living room, Leon frowned and covered his mouth and nose. There was a disgusting stench in the air. It was not the stench of decay, but the stench of fermentation caused by blocked air and uncleaned excrement for a long time.

　　Leon's thoughts turned, and he paused. He covered his mouth and nose and quickly left the hall.

　　I'm the boss. It's not my job to do such dirty and tiring work. I don't want to stay in this stench for more than ten minutes.

　　After leaving the villa, he waved to his younger brothers outside the door.

　　"There should be someone alive here, go search inside."

　　After thinking for a while, he added another sentence.

　　"Remember to open the windows inside for ventilation."

　　After saying that, he took off his copper wire gloves, found a well-ventilated place to sit down, took out a lighter and cigar from the leather pocket at the back of his waist, lit one for himself, and wanted to suppress the nausea he had just felt.

　　Six or seven minutes later, Leon saw More with a livid face, carrying a thin middle-aged white man walking towards him. Tzai and Aji also had unhappy looks on their faces, and each of them was holding a timid, pale child, following behind him.

　　Haha, you must be fed up with it, but it's not easy to be a little brother.

　　Seeing the fainted middle-aged white man and the two children who were no more 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 look very cute.

　　He turned and took out several large bars of chocolate and bottled drinks from the pickup truck where the supplies were stored.

　　He touched their heads, considerately helped them open the packages, and stuffed these high-energy foods into their hands.

　　The two children stared at Leon timidly for a long time, then turned their heads to look at their unconscious father, and then slowly reached out to take the food that Leon handed over.

　　Then he couldn't wait to eat and drink in big mouthfuls.

　　Leon pointed at the man lying flat on the lawn and said:

　　"Wake him up first."

　　More spat disdainfully. He looked down on the man who locked himself in the house and would rather starve to death than go out to fight. He roughly took out a kettle from his belt and poured it on the man's face.

　　"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

　　After seven or eight seconds, the middle-aged man coughed weakly a few times, opened his eyes dazedly and looked around, but he couldn't support his body with his hands.

　　He raised his head, first looking at Leon and others, then seeing the child eating beside Leon, tears of surviving the disaster flowed from his eyes.

　　Leon looked at the man and took a puff of his cigar, threw him a pack of chocolates, and asked calmly:

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

　　The man picked up the chocolate, unwrapped it, and wolfed down a few bites. He said in a weak voice, "I'm Professor Amlin from Georgia Tech, the chief engineering consultant for Delta Airlines, a senior electronics engineer, and a senior software engineer."

　　"This summer, I 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 survived with the few supplies in the villa, hoping to wait for rescue. But after more than 30 days, no one came to rescue us."

　　"I don't know how many days ago, I gave the last bit of water and food to the children. I couldn't hold on any longer and passed out."

　　"Until you rescued me."

　　Hearing the middle-aged man's long list of titles, Leon's eyes lit up. Although this man looked weak and didn't seem to be able to work or fight, he was indeed a high-level 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 rescue workers. You have been locked in the house for too long and you don't know the situation outside."

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

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

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