Victor turned his head and looked at some people with a serious expression before speaking in a cold voice.
"No, those are enemies. In our settlements, weapons and fists are only directed at those enemies who have invaded our territory, and they will never be directed at our comrades. As long as we recognize our comrades, we can guarantee that even if we die in battle, those who survive will have their families safe, that's what drives us as an organization!"
"Yes, anyone who doesn't want to obey orders can go on their own or end up the same way as this friend. We don't need such people in our organization."
At some point, Airon had already held a blood-stained machete and approached several people. The chilling aura around him made everyone take a step back simultaneously.
"Now all of you can make a decision. If you want to leave, we won't stop you. You can take all the things you brought with you and the vehicles that will be abandoned here. I can also give you some weapons effective against walkers and some medicine."
The people in the group looked at the two people in front of them and then at the SCT soldiers who were still eliminating walkers, wielding machetes skillfully and cooperatively decapitating the walkers.
Half a minute later, except for the two strong men who carried their luggage to the end, the rest obediently boarded the bus with their heads down.
"Have you made up your mind?"
Airon didn't mince words, he simply pointed to the cars behind him. Daryl understood, stepped forward to signal the driver to get out of the car, and then called some soldiers to unload the luggage from the car.
"You can drive this car, but there are two things you must remember. You only have this opportunity. If you leave, it means you have given up the chance to join us. And we are not a charitable organization, so as I said, I'll give you a weapon. Take it, my machete is still sharp and it will help you a lot on the way."
Airon threw his machete and this man, upon seeing another corpse, picked up his luggage and got into the car without saying a word.
After seeing this, Airon walked toward the window of the man who decided to leave, looked at the group of walkers following him from behind, then approached the car window and spoke in a voice only the man could hear.
"The most important final point, don't follow us. Since you have decided to leave, you must fend for yourself. If I can still see you after the convoy leaves, then I will consider you a threat, understand?"
How could they not know what he meant? Although he cursed the guy in front of him secretly, he didn't dare say anything on the surface, he just looked at Airon with cold eyes.
Seeing that this guy wanted to kill him with his eyes, Airon smiled indifferently and then signaled everyone to get into the vehicles.
The survivors from the Kiano community had already boarded the trucks, and most of them were leaning against the window, looking at the car of the man. These people had complex eyes, especially Kiano. He could sense the purpose behind what the other party was doing, which seemed to be to establish their prestige. But fortunately, this person wasn't very peaceful with the people who decided to leave, so it would save them a lot of trouble.
The convoy rushed forward. In at least a week throughout North Carolina, they had only found these 300 survivors. Now, their task was to return to a safe base, and the closest one was in South Carolina.
As for the person who went their own way, Kiano thought about what Airon had done from the beginning. So many buses and they really lacked space for luggage? Of course not.
It's just that from the beginning, Airon had given them a well-thought-out test to give them an idea of what it would be like to follow the rules within the SCT and identify problematic individuals. As for anyone who might feel uncomfortable, Airon wasn't worried about that.
As long as these people stayed in the bases, they would have good living conditions, sufficient food reserves, and powerful armed forces protecting them. That was enough for them to swallow their resentment and never spit it out in their whole lives.
During the rest of the journey, Airon remained on high alert. He had received reports that possible Whisperers were in this area, so he was really intrigued by what had happened to them.
He wasn't sure if the Whisperers had been eliminated, and the traces on the road were evidence that some were still alive.
If the Whisperers were in this area, gigantic hordes of walkers would be in the zone, and it was indeed the case.
Just as the convoy was reaching the suburbs of South Carolina, an accident occurred.
It wasn't Airon, who was always on guard, who was the first to notice that something was wrong, but an armored vehicle in the middle of the convoy.
Due to it being nighttime, the surrounding visibility is very low, and the convoy is really too long. After the convoy left the city, the surrounding trees gradually increased, and the walkers emerged directly from the forest on one side, and a large number of them. The horde of walkers cut through the convoy without fear of death, the horde came out and surrounded the Humvee, causing the convoy behind to stop.
Most of the buses carrying the survivors were ahead, and only five vehicles were left behind. In addition to the surrounded vehicles, there were two buses and one armored vehicle in the rear that got trapped.
T-dog was in the last armored vehicle and immediately stopped when he saw that something was wrong, but more and more walkers came out from the side and were about to surround them, so he had to ask the driver to reverse and get off the road. In the pursuit at the edge, a bus in front of him reacted just as quickly, running after him.
The drivers of the two cars were veterans. Even if they were reversing at night, the two cars were safe and sound, but they also fell straight back for two kilometers before stopping. The road was obstructed with many more walkers.
Fortunately, Airon also anticipated this situation, so there was a former team member in each car. Now, except for Glenn in the last car, Morgan was in the other exhausted bus.
The three besieged cars belonged to Víctor, Michonne, Ezekiel, and Jerry.
At this moment, in the three surrounding cars, all that could be heard were the continuous screams of women and the cries of children.
On the contrary, the armored vehicles and Humvees in the middle of the walker group were extremely quiet, with even the engines turned off.
Inside the Humvee, the soldiers lowered their voices as much as possible. Not everyone was wearing masks. Simply abandoning the car and leaving wasn't realistic. Fortunately, the outside of the car was armored, which kept them calm.
Víctor sat in the passenger seat and looked at the situation outside through the gap. His tightly clenched palms struck the car body, making continuous noise.
"Where the hell did this horde of walkers come from?"
"You know, this scene reminds me of the scene where we moved a horde of walkers that had to leave Atlanta..."
Many were calm, but Airon in the front armored truck was slightly alert to what might happen.