Kevila adjusted his mood quickly. After crying in Leon's arms for less than ten minutes, he returned to his usual slightly arrogant elite temperament.
After listening to her story, Leon realized that Clementine's parents and her parents were business partners and friends in real life. Four or five years ago, when Cavella was still in high school, she had met Clementine, but the little girl grew up so fast that she didn't recognize her when they first met.
When the two were chatting, they unconsciously talked about each other's relatives and parents, which caused the red-haired girl to lose control of her emotions.
Little Clementine was very strong. Although she shed tears, she told Leon that her parents went to Savannah for a trip before the disaster. The middle-aged black man Lee had been protecting her for the past six months and promised to take her to Savannah to find her parents.
Leon thought about it and it seemed to be this plot, but in the process of looking for their parents, they met many survivors along the way, and those survivors, including the middle-aged black man Li, basically died at the hands of zombies.
So, he touched Clementine's little head and said to Kevera:
"Tomorrow we will go to the market outside Troy and gather some information there. If we have enough time, we can take some time to take little Clementine to Sanovan for a look."
Savannah is a tourist town near the coastal area of Georgia. It is not too far from here, only about 150 kilometers away. If Kevlar flies a helicopter there, it may take less than a day to go back and forth.
Kevlar held little Clementine in his arms and said indifferently:
"I have no problem, but do you have time to go?"
After Lyon led people in, he found that the parking lot was very spacious and very lively. Looking around, there were at least five or six hundred people setting up stalls and trading in this gathering.
Leon looked into the woman's eyes and asked politely:
"I heard that as long as there is no armed conflict here, this exchange welcomes all survivors. Is that true?"
Leon showed a kind and charming masculine smile and said:
"Ma'am, my name is Leon Custer. My team and I happened to pass by Troy Jun and learned about this exchange from a few survivors."
After visiting the market, Leon suddenly asked McKenna:
Most of these people were dressed in shabby clothes and looked slovenly. When they were buying and selling things, they shouted at each other very loudly, as if they were arguing.
This information, which seemed both sincere and threatening, made Leon secretly shake his head. In the doomsday world, you can't live in peace just because you want to. You are sailing against the current, and if you don't move forward, you will fall behind. Unless you are big enough, the fate that awaits you is to be swallowed up by other organizations.
The woman walked in front of Leon and the others, looked around secretly, and looked at the tall, burly, handsome man with outstanding temperament in the crowd, and asked in a serious voice:
"Sir, may I ask what is your purpose in coming to the Troy Mutual Aid Society's exchange?"
Leon nodded with a smile and said sincerely:
After giving instructions to Amy's sister, Leon turned around and said to McKenna:
After the civil unrest occurred at the Benningbo military base, this group of people united closely and successfully escaped from that purgatory.
Some people sit on the ground, like setting up stalls, spreading a piece of rag in front of themselves and placing the items they want to sell on it.
Some people set up a few tables and put them together to form a booth, where they sold their products.
However, since the Trojan Mutual Aid Society wants to live a peaceful life, Lyon will not provoke them for the time being. At least before occupying the military base, it is best not to add unexpected enemies.
However, the wealthy Umbrella Corporation has no shortage of these junk, and what surprised Leon was that there are still many scarce talents in this market. They use their skills to exchange for food and necessary supplies, such as doctors, barbers, dentists, blacksmiths, tailors, and even chemical tycoons who make bombs by hand, and military talents who make guns and bullets by hand. There are so many talents, which makes him very happy.
Andrea nodded seriously and said:
"I see, Mr. Custer."
Some people are more upscale. They use a lot of wood boards, tarpaulins and other garbage to build an independent space similar to a small shop, and even hang the name of the store on the roof.
"Don't worry, Ms. McKenna. We are all kind survivors. We have saved far more people than we have killed."
McKenna was silent, and looked at Leon with her sharp eyes for seven or eight seconds, then she opened her mouth and said:
"As long as you abide by the order here and do not use force to intimidate or threaten to harm others, we will treat you equally."
But after Leon and other people came in, the atmosphere in the parking lot became quiet. Although these people in the gathering were not from the same group, they had been together for more than half a year. They might not know each other's names, but they always looked familiar and knew each other.
On the second day, although it was confirmed that the market maintained by the Troy Mutual Aid Association was safe, Leon still took more than 40 elite guards, as well as Kevila, Peggy, Daryl, Andrea, and Anya and his wife who were responsible for leading the way.
"We welcome any kind-hearted survivors and organizations to cooperate with us."
"However, Mr. Custer, since this is your first time here, I will be your guide and accompany you to conduct the transaction, okay?"
"You will be responsible for recruiting all interested survivors here. I will send people to build a temporary base for you nearby, and send Captain Moore and fifty elite warriors to protect your safety."
After more than half a year of hard work, everyone has gradually adapted to life in the end times and found their own place. They don't want outsiders to disrupt this hard-earned peaceful life.
"Andrea, I need you to set up a temporary recruitment center for Umbrella Corporation in this exchange."
Accompanied by McKenna, the group walked around the entire market under the curious or frightened gazes of other survivors. Several girls traded bullets and picked out some items that suited their tastes.
He looked at Andrea and said:
"You don't have to worry about anything else. You can report any problems to me. Your mission is to recruit as many talents as possible for Umbrella Company."
But people like Lyon, who were dressed in fancy clothes and protected by dozens of strong men wearing high-end uniforms and looking like soldiers, were obviously not people they knew.
Although the McKenna militia captain was full of caution, Lyon did not have any bad intentions. The two walked at the front of the team, chatting as they walked. As long as it did not involve confidential content, Lyon generously gave true answers, and his honesty also won some trust from Ms. McKenna.
Through the conversation between the two sides, he learned a lot of information. This lady was originally a native of Troy County and was also a county sheriff in the town. After the disaster broke out, she immediately organized people and took several county sheriffs and several prestigious elites to unite the survivors in the town and flee to Fort Benning military base together.
"Ms. McKenna, can we set up a booth here too?"
"Ma'am, our organization, the Umbrella Corporation, is an upright, just, and orderly positive organization."
Leon scratched his chin and said uncertainly:
"I think we should have time. It's a good opportunity to go to the beach. Maybe the coastal areas are more suitable for us to survive!"
"I will try to complete as many tasks as possible."
The woman in her 30s was silent for a few seconds and then said:
"I am McKenna, the militia captain of the Trojan Mutual Aid Society. Our fair does welcome all kind survivors."
Just as they walked in about ten meters, Leon saw a heroic woman in her thirties wearing a black leather jacket and blue jeans, holding an assault rifle and walking towards them with a serious face. Behind her were seven or eight survivors holding weapons.
After a group of several hundred people escaped from Fort Benning, after some discussion, with the intelligence support of local residents in Durham, they cleared the zombies nearby and successfully occupied the agricultural village called Durham.
"So, I asked them to bring my people over to see if we can trade what we need from here."
They drove more than a dozen armored vehicles to the village called Dram, near the market outside the village.
"Once you know us well enough, perhaps we can become allies."
In fact, there were not many good things. Apart from various daily necessities, canned snacks, clothing decorations, most of them were some strange little things, like cameras, radios, telescopes, remote control cars, etc.
The Troy Mutual Aid Association chose an abandoned outdoor parking lot as the venue for the market. The red metal roof can provide shelter from wind and rain. Except for the entrance and exit areas, the surrounding area is surrounded by a simple protective wall made of blue iron sheets.
After saying this, he ignored McKenna, who looked a little unhappy, and turned to Andrea and said:
The corners of Leon's mouth curled up and said:
"Of course, I just happen to have some questions for you, Ms. McKenna."
Leon gave a faint smile.
"Of course, our organization has thousands of members, is powerful, and has the standard equipment of a regular army. We will not be afraid of any challenge from the enemy."
"It turns out that any predator who attempts to be our enemy has been sent to hell by us."
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