rebuilding in walking dead

　　After Professor Amlin left, Amy came to Leon with a smile.

　　"Boss, I see you talked with Professor Amlin for a long time. Did you gain much?"

　　Leon glanced at Amy, who had a beautiful smile and temperament, suppressed his restless emotions, and placed his fingers on her red lips and gently touched them.

　　"Amlin is a talent and he brings a lot of good news. I am going to promote him to C-level technician next week."

　　Amy was slightly stunned. After a few seconds, she said:

　　"He must be a good man. Anne and Orio told me that their father Amlin loved them very much and would rather starve himself and leave the last food for them."

　　"Those two kids are really sensible, smart and cute."

　　Leon lifted Amy's chin and said with a teasing tone:

　　"Why, do you want a child now?"

　　After lunch and some post-meal exercises, Leon was about to meet Sean and Carl.

　　A communication request suddenly came from the walkie-talkie on the belt.

　　"drop!"

　　More's drake-like voice came out.

　　"Boss, we were attacked!"

　　"Eight bastards rushed out from the darkness and attacked us. Brett was shot twice. We killed one and captured another. The rest ran away."

　　Leon was silent for a few seconds, and asked in a voice that suppressed his anger:

　　"How is Brett? Where was he shot?"

　　Moore's voice also sounded a little depressed. There were mistakes in the task assigned to him by his boss, which would lower his evaluation in the boss's mind.

　　"Brett is in good condition. The black bear armor blocked some of the damage. He was shot in the shoulder and arm, but no bones were broken. We have already stopped the bleeding."

　　Fortunately, they were only injured and no combatants were lost.

　　Leon breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice:

　　"Bring the prisoner back, and remember to give the corpse another stab in the head."

　　"I'll be waiting for you at the base."

　　"Damn it, those who dared to attack us, I will make them pay the price."

　　Ten minutes later, the combat team returned. Everyone else was fine except Brett, who was protecting his injured arm, grimacing and staring hatefully at the male prisoner at Moore's feet.

　　He is a survivor from a nursing home camp who came to Atlanta to visit his grandmother. Before the disaster, he was just an ordinary production line worker. This is the first time he has been shot in all these years.

　　Leon had the injured Brett sent to the medical room. There were two professional C-level nurses in the Umbrella Corporation, and they could handle this common gunshot wound very well.

　　He looked up at the prisoner, who was about 40 years old, of African descent, with short curly hair, ordinary looks, many scars on his face, and tattoos on his arms and forehead. He should be the kind of thug who roamed the streets all year round.

　　Glancing at the combat team, he pointed at the captives who were bound, gagged, tattered, and terrified, and said:

　　"Others go back and rest first."

　　"Moir, bring this guy with me to the underground parking lot."

　　The three of them came to the underground parking lot. Leon kicked the prisoner to the ground without hesitation, took out a dagger, and in the prisoner's terrified eyes, stabbed him in the shoulder and then in his arm.

　　Damn it, someone dared to harm my leeks and almost caused me to lose a labor force.

　　The intense pain made the prisoner lie on the ground in cold sweat, trembling all over.

　　Pulling out the dagger, letting the blood flow out of the prisoner's wound, Leon said in a sinister tone:

　　"These two knives are just the interest for you who hurt us."

　　"Now, I'm giving you a chance. Answer my questions honestly and don't tell any lies. Otherwise, I'll stab you four times next time."

　　He put his foot on his captive's chest and pulled the tape off his mouth.

　　The prisoner instinctively wanted to cry out in pain, but was immediately kicked hard in the face by Leon.

　　"If you dare to shout again, I'll kill you with a knife immediately."

　　The African prisoner gritted his teeth, trembled all over, his face distorted, and nodded with cold sweat on his forehead.

　　"Where is your camp? How many people are there?"

　　"Don't kill me, we're just trying to get some supplies."

　　Seeing that the African prisoner did not answer his question and was trying to quibble, Leon stepped directly on the wound on the prisoner's arm, crushed it hard, and shouted:

　　"Don't be stupid, answer my question, or you'll get stabbed."

　　The prisoner roared in pain and twisted his body to try to push away Leon's foot, but was kicked in the face again, breaking several teeth.

　　"Don't hesitate, answer me!"

　　"It was Emton who instigated us to do this. The food in the camp is almost gone. Without food, we will starve to death."

　　"He said that as long as we launch a surprise attack and kill one or two people, the others will be scared away."

　　"We just want food."

　　Seeing that the prisoner was still talking nonsense, Leon struck him directly on the head and cut off one of his ears.

　　He pressed his knee on his face, pointed the tip of the knife at his eyes, and said viciously.

　　"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you."

　　The continuous injuries finally made this street thug understand what it meant to be cruel and ruthless. A cruel person doesn't talk much, so he dared not speak nonsense anymore.

　　"There were 12 of us, all of us were members of the nearby Fire Bull Gang, and Emton was our little leader."

　　"After the disaster, we fled outside and wandered for a while. Four people died. Later, we found a small camp in a chemical plant outside Shaxi Town, 30 kilometers away. There were more than a dozen people, including the elderly and children."

　　"We all had guns in our hands and quickly took over the camp. We took their food, looted their cars and imprisoned them."

　　"But we didn't kill any people, we just locked them up in a chemical plant."

　　"Later, the food ran out, and we had to come out to look for supplies."

　　"Emton said there are fewer zombies in this area and it's easier to find food, so we came here."

　　"Then I encountered you guys."

　　As he was talking, the little rascal felt that his body temperature was flowing away like blood. He burst into tears and begged:

　　"Save me! Spare me! Although I am a bastard, I didn't kill anyone. I just want some food and want to stay alive."

　　"Go and kill Emton. He is the bad guy. He has done many bad things. We were forced to do it."

　　"Please spare me. I'll do anything for you."

　　"I don't want to die!"

　　Leon didn't believe his nonsense. No one thought that he was an irredeemable bad person. He kicked the prisoner in the face and made him shut up.

　　Then he turned to Moore and said:

　　"First take him to the medical room to stop the bleeding, then lock him up with chains."

　　"After you finish this, go and gather all the combat team members."

　　"Wait for me on the first floor of the basement."

　　"I'll go get some equipment. Let's kill those bastards today."

　　Moore nodded excitedly and responded excitedly:

　　"Okay boss, they are just a bunch of scum. Old Moore can take on three of them alone."

　　Looking at Moore's departing figure, Lyon thought of another thing.

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