(Brothers, this is the plot of the game The Walking Dead. I am not kidding. I also looked up a lot of information. Just to mention, the heroine Clementine is really great.)
Leon chuckled when he heard this, and admired Jasmine's courage and recklessness. She dared to run over to contact as soon as she saw the helicopter. You know, the military has issued a massacre order against civilians. Well, maybe this lady doesn't know about this.
However, Miss Jasmine is obviously quite capable, as she has been able to live alone in a city full of zombies for such a long time.
Leon smiled politely, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Jasmine, and said:
"Tell me your request first. I don't want to make promises I can't keep."
Jasmine looked at Leon strangely, with a hint of a smile on her face:
"Thank you, Mr. Custer."
"You are so powerful that even if you deceive me, I have no way to retaliate against you. However, my request should not be difficult for you."
"My sister suffers from diabetes and needs long-term insulin injections, which are difficult to obtain here. If you can take us to a place with a doctor, that would be the best. Of course, we won't take your benefits for nothing. I can work for you."
Lyon nodded and said:
"It's a very reasonable request. I agreed."
"We are going to the tourist area of Savannah to look for two people. Since you sisters have lived here for a long time, you should know a lot of information that we don't know."
After saying that, he walked over to the red-haired girl who had been standing on the edge of the rooftop doing nothing, and whispered:
He was not surprised at the death of Clementine's parents. This disaster swept the world, and 90% of the world's people were infected with the virus within a few days and turned into zombies. With such a high probability, the death of anyone was reasonable.
On the other side, there were seven or eight women, old people and children standing there with anxious expressions. Leon guessed that they were most likely the elderly, weak women and children who were driven away by Crawford's organization, and they were probably called over by Jasmine.
Lyon discovered that there were more people here with Daryl than he had imagined. In addition to their original team, the dozen or so people with their hands tied and kneeling on the ground, probably members of Crawford, there was also Jasmine and a girl leaning on her, who looked 90% similar to her and a little immature.
"Go and capture them all, and try to keep them alive. But if you encounter anyone who resists to the death, kill them."
"Get ready. Our mission here has been completed and we will be heading back soon."
It is indeed a tourist destination that will make you linger.
After getting off the plane, he directly ordered Daryl to take Jasmine with him to take out the so-called Crawford organization.
Leon nodded to show that he understood. Although he did not completely trust Miss Jasmine, getting some information was always better than being completely in the dark.
Two hours later, it was afternoon. Fortunately or unfortunately, Leon was still on guard against the surrounding situation. Little Clementine, who was held in Kevera's arms, suddenly burst into tears. She pointed at the two figures in a picture taken by the drone and said in a sobbing voice:
Crawford's numbers were close to his fighters, but their fighting qualities were definitely far different, and Daryl was confident that he could take them down as quickly as possible without any casualties.
After everyone gathered, the Chinook helicopter took off again and brought everyone to the rooftop of a church building near the tourist area.
Kevila was just enjoying the scenery out of boredom. When he heard what Leon said, he couldn't help but glance at him and laughed:
"Do you know if there are any survivor groups besides zombies near the tourist area?"
"We have killed three and captured 15. There are more people here, so it's a bit difficult to get through the zombie swarm and transfer them to you safely."
Leon thought for a moment, then nodded and said:
"Okay, tell us the location, and tell Miss Jasmine to escort her and bring her sister over."
Watching Jasmine, Daryl and others leave, Leon patted Sherman on the shoulder and said:
"Send out the drone for reconnaissance. Be careful if someone comes to attack us."
Little Clementine cried for about 10 minutes and gradually calmed down. This experience made the little girl, who was less than 10 years old, grow up a lot. Lao Li's comfort and vows gave her peace of mind.
Daryl nodded. After the equipment replacement at the Fort Benning base, each of them was equipped with heavy bulletproof vests and bulletproof helmets. They also had various auxiliary powerful weapons such as stun bombs, smoke bombs, flash bombs, etc., which gave them an overwhelming advantage against ordinary survivors.
"These are my father and mother. They are also dead."
"Why are you so gentle all of a sudden, my dear Leon."
"I'm not sure about other areas in Savannah, but if you go to tourist areas, you have to be careful of a certain organization, Crawford."
"That was originally an organization founded by my father, with the purpose of helping the survivors to survive. Unfortunately, a man named Crawford Osend usurped the organization. Not only did he kill my father, he also drove away all the elderly, weak, women and children, and took all the valuable resources in the tourist area for himself."
Unfortunately, this time, Lyon and others did not bring containers for transporting supplies, so they only selected some small, high-value items such as ammunition and medicines from the supplies collected by Crawford's organization, packed them in several boxes, and loaded them onto the helicopter.
Half an hour later, Lyon and his team landed on the school playground in a Chinook helicopter.
"It's up to you. At this point, I don't know what to do. If I want to find those two people, I can only rely on luck."
Unfortunately, now the whole city is filled with rotting zombies and the air is filled with a foul smell. Even though there are fragrant tropical flowers all around, it is impossible for people to feel relaxed and happy.
The true feelings over there made Leon turn his head and look at them for a while, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. After a whole day of busyness, this action was finally not in vain.
After saying this, the little girl who had always appeared calm and strong finally couldn't help but burst into tears. After nine months of difficult exploration and countless life-and-death struggles, this was the only result she got.
About an hour later, Daryl's radio was connected. On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Daryl's voice was slightly breathless.
"Do you still expect her to be an innocent little girl like in the past?"
Leon couldn't refute the red-haired girl's words. In his past life or this life, he had never had his own children. Now he was just caring about the children out of habit. In fact, deep down in his heart, he didn't care too much about other people's feelings.
The person on the other end of the intercom quickly replied:
"Understood, Boss. I'll make preparations right away."
"Record the appearance of the zombies on the street. Maybe the person we are looking for has been killed."
"If your people go in there, they will probably be hostile to you."
He took out a black assault rifle from the helicopter, walked to the edge of the roof, half-crouched down, and began to be alert to the surrounding situation.
"I thought about it and there's a vacant lot near the school. Why don't you fly the helicopter over here? Is that ok?"
Old Li, who was standing beside her, was also filled with sadness when he heard the girl's cry. It seemed that tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes. He squatted on the ground, rested his head on the little girl's forehead, kept comforting her softly, and vowed to continue to protect Clementine.
"Darryl, the people in this organization are not damn scum like the looters, but they forcibly abandon the elderly, the weak and women, and monopolize all the resources. They are definitely not legal citizens."
Leon did not get involved. He was not good at comforting others. He just held the gun and stood guard silently.
"There are about 20 of them, less than 10 guns, and they are hostile to any survivors who invade the tourist area. Their headquarters is in a junior high school."
Without saying anything else, Leon counted the number of people in his mind. Fortunately, it did not exceed the maximum number of people the Chinook helicopter could carry, so there was no need to ruthlessly abandon some people. He then commanded everyone to get on the helicopter.
Jasmine's expression changed slightly. She thought for a few seconds and then said truthfully:
She gently stroked Leon's stubble with her fingers and said meaningfully:
"I don't agree with your approach. Let her accept reality and the cruelty of this world as early as possible so that she can grow better and live longer."
Leon no longer remembers the plot of the Walking Dead game, but he thinks that Crawford should be an ordinary person who uses pistols and shotguns. He has low combat effectiveness and does not pose any threat.
"Boss, mission accomplished!"
Sighed softly.
"You and little Clementine are the only ones here who know what his parents look like. Go to Sherman and see if the drone footage shows them."
Leon's voice became a little deeper as he spoke.
The environment in Savannah is really good, with lush vegetation, pleasant climate, and brilliant tropical flowers everywhere. Looking from the rooftop, you can not only see churches, hotels, gardens, shopping streets and other buildings of different styles, but also the beaches, waves and the endless blue ocean one or two kilometers away.
As the twin propellers of the Chinook transport helicopter started up, amid the buzzing sound, Lyon and his group ended their short trip to Savannah.
They were silent along the way. The days in early spring were not long, and the sun had begun to set slightly. In the faint golden light of dusk, they soon arrived at the canning factory near Fort Benning.
As soon as I got off the plane, Peggy came up to me with a small laptop in her arms, smiling sweetly, and said gently:
"Boss, there's a message from Miss Andrea that the Troy Mutual Aid Association wants to meet with you to discuss something."
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