After Leon brought Daryl to the office, he personally brought a cup of hot coffee to this loyal and reliable male subordinate and asked:
"Daryl, what do you think of this group of people?"
Daryl, the crossbow man, is now the commander of a force of several hundred people. Although he is rather taciturn, his observation and intuition in certain aspects are sharper than those of ordinary people.
After thinking for a while, Daryl said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"They definitely didn't gather together by chance. So many people gathered together, maybe they were separated from a larger group."
"Also, when we found them, we didn't find too many protective suits. It's unlikely that they walked through the radiation zone in Florida. It's very likely that they came here by boat."
Leon leaned back on the soft leather sofa, recalling the details of the refugees, and nodded, agreeing with Daryl's inference.
He also hopes to involve a larger group through these refugees.
Although the radiation sickness of these refugees will affect their health and lifespan, they can all be turned into labor force anyway. Whether they voluntarily surrender and become employees, or passively resist and become prisoners, it is always a good idea.
Think about it this way, of the hundreds of prisoners captured from the Fire Dog Gang, there are only about 100 left now. If we don't replenish them, it will be difficult to deal with when we encounter things that require human lives.
"Did you find anything else besides these, Daryl?"
He reached for the back of Constantine's collar and noticed the man was keenly trying to duck.
Leon lifted the middle-aged man up 20 to 30 centimeters off the ground, and put their eyes level, then said expressionlessly:
The seawater was polluted, a large number of shallow-sea fish were killed, and the seawater evaporated by the nuclear explosion formed a large radioactive rain cloud that obscured the sky. Imperceptible radiation filled many areas.
As a private detective, Constantine was quite eloquent. As he spoke with a hint of sadness, Leon roughly understood the tragedy that had occurred in Florida.
Fortunately, the ocean is rich in resources and there is no threat of zombies, so the number of survivors in Florida is much greater than expected.
With a whoosh, Constantine was grabbed by the back of the collar and lifted up like an eagle catching a chick.
However, after they lived on the mainland for a while, they discovered that the environment here was very different from before.
"You can call me Mr. Custer."
The private detective's playful look, as if he didn't take the fully armed elite soldiers around Leon seriously at all, did arouse his interest.
Different groups have gradually established some fixed connections and formed a loose alliance, exchanging what they have and helping each other.
"Maybe we can think of a way to gather those refugees. We have good medical conditions and should be able to attract those refugees harmed by radiation to join us."
Yesterday he was half dead and was supported by several people, but today he seemed to have recovered some energy.
"I don't need the supplies you have. I just want some intelligence on Florida."
However, the Shark Gang members had no intention of letting them go. This evil organization that feeds on its own kind, after discovering that everyone on the sea had fled back to the mainland, actually sent troops directly into the mainland of Florida to capture them.
"But we are all refugees. We are penniless and have nothing to show for ourselves. I hope you don't mind."
And at this most difficult time, a group of terrifying killers suddenly appeared on the sea. They were all survivors who originally lived in Florida and were very familiar with the environment of this area. Because of excessive hunger and the difficulties of life, this group of people gave up the bottom line of being human beings, and began to capture humans and eat each other in the name of the Shark Gang.
There was no way out. Because of the rampage of these shark gangs, the survivors who originally lived on the sea were forced back to the mainland.
Gradually, people living on the same island formed united organizations. They usually made a living by fishing and growing vegetables, and occasionally they would form groups to go to the land to find some necessary daily necessities.
After not seeing them for a day, these people looked much better, but most of them were still as skinny as ever.
After that, the two chatted for a while. As the boss, he showed concern for Daryl and said a lot of caring words. He reminded him that he was old enough and should consider starting a family. He also suggested that he could introduce a good girl to Daryl and help him get married, which was considered to win the loyalty of this macho man.
Under this double pressure, many people have lost hope in life.
Constantine stretched out his hand with a flattering look on his face and wanted to shake hands with Leon, but was rejected by him with disgust. However, the man did not care and said in a slightly funny voice:
This group of people got a large amount of weapons from somewhere, and they were traveling in all coastal areas on a very fast yacht. Almost all the people they captured were treated as food reserves and locked up in their headquarters.
However, this peaceful life only lasted about a year before it was broken by a sudden nuclear explosion.
Seeing Leon, the tough and handsome leader of the camp, coming over, the middle-aged white man in the refugee group who had communicated with him yesterday also came forward with a smile.
"You'd better not lie to me, otherwise, you will be thrown into the construction site and do hard labor for ten years."
The next day, the two went to the vacant military camp again and met the group of refugees.
Hearing the question asked by Leon, the middle-aged man named Constantine also restrained the funny smile on his face and answered bitterly:
"But I didn't expect that the sudden nuclear explosion not only took away the lives of many survivors, but also directly released the demons from hell."
Constantine seemed to sense the strong aura of the handsome leader in front of him. He stopped struggling and said with a grin:
Leon looked Constantine up and down with a knife-like gaze, and then said:
However, this guy doesn't seem to care much about his appearance. Although his eyes are bright, his face is full of stubble and looks unkempt, which doesn't give people a good first impression.
"I originally thought that the virus disaster broke out, the zombies rose up, and the dead were resurrected, and we were already living in hell."
As for the survivors on the sea, due to lack of fuel, the entire ship turned into a moving coffin.
In the end, they even established several strongholds on the continent and ruled the area with cruel and terrifying means.
"Don't worry, boss, I will tell you everything I know and won't lie about anything."
Leon asked his men to bring two chairs, picked up Constantine and placed him on one of the chairs like a toy. He sat opposite him, smiled coldly, and said:
Not only are there more and more terrifying zombies, but the available safety supplies are also becoming less and less.
They have to guard against the harm of radiation in the air and find more safe food in this dangerous environment.
The explosion at the St. Lucie Nuclear Power Plant not only killed a large number of zombies and survivors in the surrounding area, but also spread nuclear pollution throughout Florida, causing serious pollution to the environment in this sea area.
Daryl shook his head, but offered another suggestion. He said:
"Boss, since we were able to find this group of refugees, there are so many people in Florida, there must be more than this."
Lyon nodded with some satisfaction. Under his training, Daryl, the crossbow man, had become a qualified and correct person who knew how to think for himself.
It turns out that Florida is surrounded by the sea on three sides. After the disaster broke out, although there were dangerous zombies everywhere, many survivors chose to escape directly from the sea, fleeing to some large ships or some small deserted islands, and lived a life of survival in the wilderness.
But as time went by, things became more difficult for people who were hiding underground or escaping the radiation range by boat.
"Boss, thank you and your subordinates for saving us and providing us with food and medical treatment."
"What I want to ask is, what is the situation in Florida? How did you escape from the radiation zone?"
Seeing this, Lyon immediately increased the speed of his hand. With his current reaction speed, even the world's top athletes could not compare with him, let alone a sickly middle-aged man.
The biggest problem they faced was the lack of supplies and food. Without food and supplies, most of the survivors hiding underground starved to death or fought and devoured each other, and it was difficult for them to escape.
When the nuclear explosion just occurred, the heat wave it generated ignited almost all exposed combustible materials in half of the state. Many materials were either burned or contaminated by radiation. Only those who hid in underground buildings or escaped far enough could survive.
This person once introduced himself. His name seemed to be Constantine. He used to be a private detective and had been making a living in Miami, Florida.
It's not that no one chose to resist, but the Shark Gang expanded its power very quickly. They used some unknown means to attract a large number of survivors to join them, and they were fanatically followed by many people tortured by radiation. This group of predators not only became more brutal, but their numbers also increased.
Constantine and his team were captured by the Shark Gang and taken to a stronghold, where they were held as food reserves.
If they hadn't taken the opportunity to help Constantine pry open the door lock, seize the boat and escape, he might have been eaten by the Shark Gang.
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