The next morning, the reconnaissance team set off for Fort Benning Military Base.
Lyon leaned on the back seat of the armored jeep, feeling a little listless, and closed his eyes to catch up on his sleep.
Last night, when he was about to leave the room to find Peggy, he couldn't stand Amy's innocent and aggrieved eyes like a little white rabbit and her silent pleading with her lips bitten.
He always kept the girl's efforts in mind. If it weren't for this trustworthy girl helping him deal with the company's government affairs, he would definitely not have so much time and energy to travel around to solve those problems.
However, his ideal in this life was to become a great ruler, the emperor of America, and it was impossible for him to be bound by a woman. But he believed that being the wife or lover of a ruler would definitely be much happier than those women struggling with various worldly troubles.
By the time he arrived at the presidential suite that he and Peggy had booked, it was almost midnight. Facing the lovely girl in the room with tearful eyes and sobbing softly, Leon had no other choice.
Sherman, who was in charge of driving, suddenly discovered that after the big boss, Mr. Custer, fell asleep quietly leaning on his seat, his sister took the opportunity to crawl into the boss's arms and began to catch up on her sleep.
However, although this big guy looks like a burly and rough man, he was able to be admitted to the Medical School of Georgia Institute of Technology. How can his shrewdness and wisdom be as simple as it seems?
Looking at his sister who was sleeping peacefully in the boss's arms with a sweet smile on her face, Sherman quietly slowed down the car to make it drive more smoothly, and at the same time he sighed secretly in his heart.
"However, I heard from our boss that in Troy Jun, not far from Fort Benning, there is a refugee force of about 1,500 people, all of whom are refugees who escaped from Fort Benning. But they are all ordinary people, with few weapons and little combat power. They just rely on their numbers to hold the fort, and their strength is the weakest."
"Fire Dog Gang, what is that thing? Why are you intercepting us here?"
Judging from the surrounding roads and low, densely packed buildings alone, they had arrived in Columbus, the third largest city in Georgia.
After hearing Leon's voice, he raised his head slightly and took a look. He was immediately shocked by Leon's tall and handsome figure, and his gentle yet tough temperament. In today's apocalypse, everyone is struggling to survive, living in hunger and unkemptness, and it is rare to see the temperament of a pampered superior like Leon.
Seeing the vehicles coming, the leading black youth with dreadlocks became very excited. He waved a shotgun in his hand and directed everyone else to hide in nearby shelters.
Leon kept his grim expression unchanged and asked:
"Where did you, the Fire Dog Gang, get so many people? Are there other forces in this area?"
He lowered his head, glanced at Yanang's expression, and said:
"Robbery on the highway is a daily routine for our Fire Dog Gang. We have installed cameras at many intersections. Whenever we see survivors nearby, we will send people to rob them."
Leon's expression remained unchanged, and he asked indifferently:
Tugou Kupai swallowed his saliva and said:
"Our Fire Dog Gang is the largest gang in Columbus. After those damn zombies appeared, our boss, Fire Dog Ace, decisively took our remaining members and hid in his mansion."
The man with dreadlocks was a little thin, with many tattoos on his body and face, and two gold rings of different sizes on his lips and nose. He didn't look like a serious person.
The local dog Cool Pai trembled all over under the muzzle of the Desert Eagle, and shook his head quickly and said:
This is simply too much.
Leon had never been to Columbus before. He did not expect to receive such a warm welcome on his first visit here. Now that he had captured a robber who seemed to be the leader, of course he had to ask for the intelligence here.
Da-da-da! Da-da-da!
The gunshots rang out like raindrops. Within just a dozen seconds, all the zombies pouring out of the carriage were shot in the head and killed.
"Later, the military base at Fort Benning fell, and many refugees fled from there. We captured a large number of people again."
Da-da-da! Da-da-da!
It was like the scythe of the god of death. Even if you hid behind a bunker, the bullets from the heavy machine gun could penetrate the bunker and directly shoot the looters behind into sieves.
Some looters tried to resist, shooting at the trucks with pistols or shotguns they had obtained from somewhere.
The four heavy machine guns roared for less than 30 seconds, and the only one left among the raiders on the opposite side was a black man with dreadlocks who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead and was dizzy from the explosion.
A volley of artillery shells stunned these inexperienced looters, and more than ten of them were blown to pieces or charred on the spot.
"I wouldn't dare lie to you, sir."
Several expressionless men in military uniforms were holding the handles of heavy machine guns, looking at them with dead eyes.
"Our boss, Fire Dog Ace, once said that there is strength in numbers. As long as there are survivors who don't resist us, we won't kill them easily. Sometimes we will even take those obedient survivors into our gang."
Why is there such a big gap between people?
However, facing the cold threat of gunshots, he did not dare to hold back at all, and said tremblingly:
"Sir, don't kill me. My name is Tugou Kupai, and I'm from the Fire Dog Gang in Columbus."
"When the disaster first started, many refugees came from all directions, and we captured a group of people at that time."
Then, less than 10 meters away, it suddenly stopped, and the rear door of the truck opened automatically, revealing the dark compartment inside. Along with the familiar roaring sound, a large number of zombies began to slowly walk out of the truck's compartment.
This is the method they often use to deal with other survivors. They directly release the zombies hiding in the truck compartment to attack the survivors. When the other side and the zombies are both exhausted, they come out to pick peaches, steal all the supplies and vehicles, and sometimes even get some surviving slaves.
Before the remaining dozen or so people could recover from the shock of the explosion.
But when their convoy just turned into the suburban road and drove less than 1 kilometer, they unexpectedly encountered a long-unseen robbery.
Mercilessly, without giving them any time to react, these war machines began to roar.
Before the black man with dreadlocks on the opposite side could figure out what was going on and why all the zombies he released fell down within a dozen seconds, he saw seven or eight burly men carrying rocket launchers coming out of the opposite convoy.
However, with their marksmanship, in such a dangerous and chaotic environment, at such a distance, and with elite soldiers on the opposite side protected by various bulletproof armors, their attacks had no effect and instead exposed themselves from their cover.
While the two were still talking, the two trucks blocking the road ahead suddenly began to reverse quickly, approaching Lyon's convoy at a very fast speed.
"The Fire Dog Gang now has more than 400 members and more than 300 slaves. Its base is located in a military academy on the outskirts of Columbus."
Two huge trucks were blocking the road, and around the trucks stood scattered twenty or thirty survivors with guns.
After figuring out the situation, Lyon gave an order, and the more than 20 guards on the convoy immediately burst into intensive and rhythmic submachine gun fire.
A few minutes later, when the guards had cleared the battlefield, finished off all the corpses with expressionless faces, and then dragged the man with dreadlocks in front of Leon like a dead dog, the only remaining plunderer had already been frightened to the point of trembling all over, with his head lowered, not daring to look around.
"I heard that there is a group of deserters in a military outpost to the north of Fort Benning. There are about 200 of them. They don't accept refugees, only soldiers. Although they have the smallest number, they have the best and most weapons and equipment, and are the strongest."
"Kill all who resist, and take those who don't resist back to be used as slaves."
He was stunned. As a former gang member, he had heard of this kind of weapon, but in ordinary fights between gangs, he would never see such heavy weapons.
The convoy that Lyon was in, the first few cars were modified military trucks, led by Colonel William. Facing the interception ahead, Colonel William parked the car nearly 100 meters away from the other side and confronted each other.
This scene made the black man with dreadlocks who was leading the group a hundred meters away very excited.
When Leon heard the number of people in the Fire Dog Gang, he was shocked. Damn, he worked so hard for half a year to grow the Umbrella Corporation to a size of about 1,000 people.
Seeing that the other party was so sensible and answered every question, Leon nodded, pointed the muzzle of the golden Desert Eagle at his head and asked:
"How many people are there in your Fire Dog Gang? Where is your base? Think carefully before you speak. Don't lie to me."
He secretly admired Mr. Custer's character and ability, but as a man, he knew very well that a big man like Mr. Custer, who was standing at the center of the storm, was not a good match for a simple and kind girl like his sister.
However, what these predators did not know was that this time they were encountering elite fighters from the Umbrella Corporation. Each of them was well-equipped and well-trained in combat. Coupled with the precise command of Colonel William, a hundred or so zombies were like chickens and dogs in front of them.
This trick is very effective against ordinary survivors. Ordinary survivors usually have limited firearms. Faced with a large number of zombies that suddenly appear not far away, they will be in a panic, and then they will be attacked by hidden guns by robbers in the distance. Basically, they will be strangled to death within a dozen minutes.
Coming to the man with dreadlocks, Leon looked down at him and asked in an emotionless voice:
"Who are you? Do you want to die or live?"
As the leading vehicle stopped, the entire convoy also stopped. The modified jeep where Leon was located was at the back of the convoy. He could only vaguely see a truck blocking the road ahead, but he had no idea what was happening in front.
He secretly glanced at the girl next to Li Ang, who looked like a pure, lovely and petite beauty like his little lover. He couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart. He was hungry every day and had to hide like a mouse, but she was still living a life of luxury like the rich people in the past, eating big meals and playing with beautiful women, and being escorted by bodyguards when traveling, and she didn't have to do any work.
This suburban road is not wide and can only accommodate four small cars abreast, so large vehicles can hardly turn around here.
"Suspected predators, should we defeat them?"
"General, there is an unknown force ahead, blocking our way forward."
That's right. At the beginning of the disaster, the refugee camp identified by the official media was in Fort Benning. With official endorsement, it was normal for refugees from all over Georgia to gather here.
He pulled out a golden Desert Eagle pistol from his belt and walked down to the modified jeep with Peggy, whose face was full of curiosity.
The modified military trucks on the opposite side quickly rushed out from between the two trucks blocking the road. The body of the truck swayed slightly to the side, revealing the black heavy machine guns on the rear compartment.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
While he was still a little confused, Colonel William's serious and old-fashioned voice came from the radio.
"After the government and the army leave, we will rob the gun store here. Then no one in this area will be able to fight against Boss Ace."
"Combined with our original gang members, we have the current manpower."
When Leon woke up from his sleep, only less than one-tenth of the 70-kilometer journey was left. Feeling the girl still sleeping in his arms, he did not make any extra movements, but just tilted his head slightly to observe the surrounding scenery.
Lyon's eyes lit up when he heard the news from Tugou Coolpad. Damn, no wonder he couldn't find many living people in Atlanta after working so hard. It turned out that all the living people in Georgia had come here.
But things have come to this, and he cannot stop his sister's decision, because Sherman, who grew up with his sister, knows very well that behind his sister's mask of simplicity and kindness is actually a paranoid, crazy, and desperate soul.
Any Fire Dog Gang here, with such a large number of members, can gather more than 700 people, including slaves and members.
"We know in our hearts that Boss Ace is not a good person, but in order to survive, we can't resist him."
According to the information they found on the map, Fort Benning Military Base was located about ten kilometers away from Columbus. They now only needed to turn a detour, get on the suburban road, and drive for a distance to reach their destination.
Tugou Coolpad looked at Leon strangely, but still said honestly:
In the moment he was distracted, seven or eight rockets flashing with fire flew over a distance of hundreds of meters and exploded directly around him.
But now that he has discovered this delicious cake, why shouldn't he eat it?
With this unexpected intelligence, the gains from this investigation have exceeded his imagination. He even wants to go back home and plan to capture the people he covets.
However, changing orders every day is against the ruler's way of ruling. Now that we are here, we might as well go to Fort Benning Military Base for an on-site inspection. Maybe we can get some unexpected gains?
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