Leon frowned when he heard this.
It's cannibals again. What's wrong with these idiots? The world is so big, and there are so many ways to survive, but they insist on relying on this method to survive, wasting so much useful labor force. It's simply insane.
However, he thought of another thing. Logically, it had been several months since the nuclear explosion, and Florida should have been filled with mutated zombies.
Compared with ordinary zombies, this type of zombie should be very fierce. Facing them, even your elite fighters may not be able to survive in the street fighting map.
How dare these Shark Gang members build several strongholds in the city? How do they survive?
He asked whenever he thought of it. There was nothing worth hiding. He asked Constantine directly:
"Now, the zombies in Florida are different from before, right? There should be mutant zombies. How do you survive in that environment?"
Constantine's expression was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the survivors hundreds of kilometers away also knew that the zombies in Florida had changed.
He thought for a few seconds, and remembered that when he was brought here yesterday, he saw some old people and children still living in the camp, and the happy smiles on their faces, so he decided to do as he was told.
"We will chop up the flesh and blood of the zombies and smear it on the protective clothing outside. In this way, as long as we don't make too much noise when we move, the zombies will basically ignore us."
"Charleston is more than 300 kilometers away from here. You actually sent troops to such a distant town to clear out zombies and collect various supplies on a large scale. When faced with strange refugees like us who were dying of illness and starvation, your first reaction was to provide treatment and resettlement."
"Don't be angry, boss."
If he sent a large number of elite troops over there, one mistake could lead to a disastrous outcome.
"If you want to deal with them, I hope you can act quickly."
Facing Leon's question, this time, Constantine did not answer as quickly as before. He asked with a serious expression:
"If you want to go, I can help you for free."
"I'm telling you right now."
However, this guy didn't answer his question, but instead talked about a lot of irrelevant things, which made him feel a little unhappy.
After staying in the military camp for a few hours, Leon walked back to the office with a serious expression.
"Along the way, I found that you were still building various factories, renovating walls, collecting supplies, and there was a group of children in school uniforms doing extracurricular activities. No one had the look of hunger and suffering on their faces."
There are still quite a few survivors in Florida. If he can rescue these people, he will be able to get a considerable number of laborers.
Thinking of this, Leon took out the intercom on his waist, connected to Amy's assistant, Avril, and said:
"Ms. Avril, I am going to call a combat meeting now. Please help me notify my think tank, Instructor Lily, Colonel William, and Captain Rick."
Leon squinted his eyes, stared at Constantine's face for a few seconds, and said:
After saying that, Constantine smacked his lips, nodded and bowed to Leon in a flattering manner, and made a gesture for a cigarette.
"Because every moment, some survivors become their food."
"They only have some light firearms, at most some rocket launchers and grenades, and their number is less than 800."
"As for the fifth type of monster, I haven't actually seen it myself, but I've heard from other survivors that it looks like a living person, but its eyes are completely black without pupils, and its nails are very long like claws. It always likes to hide in the zombies. It's very strong and has a very keen sense of smell, so it can spot people like us who use zombie flesh and blood to disguise ourselves."
After patiently listening to Constantine's long speech, Lyon gave him a few rounds of applause out of respect.
This guy also looked like an old smoker. He lit up his cigar skillfully and took a deep puff. The happy expression on his face seemed as if all the pain and weakness in his body had left him.
"Can you tell us how many special zombies you have seen in Florida, besides those that run faster?"
Although these inferences do not seem complicated, being able to observe these things while being escorted requires extraordinary psychological quality and a cool head.
After much thought, it turned out that we still have to rely on the Stinger Squad, a special forces team, and rely on their combat effectiveness and equipment suppression to deal with them without sending out large troops.
"What do you want to do?"
After taking another puff, Constantine said with an intoxicated expression:
"By the way, you may not know this, but now throughout Florida, the rats in the sewers have mutated. They are now bigger than cats, feeding on all the corpses, and are extremely aggressive and vicious."
Constantine's originally somewhat smug expression slightly softened, and when he saw Leon's cold gaze and the oppressive force emanating from his strong body, his momentum immediately softened, and he replied brilliantly:
"You guys have investigated so thoroughly, do you want to deal with the Shark Gang, do you want to rescue the captured survivors?"
After thinking for a long time, Leon looked at Daryl who was also deep in thought and asked:
"What do you think, Daryl? Should we take the risk and save those survivors in Florida?"
"The fourth type is some extremely strong zombies. Their muscles are very developed and their bones are very hard. Even if you hit them in the head, sometimes you can't kill them. This type of zombie is very dangerous. When we encounter this type of zombie, we can only run away obediently."
As he was talking, he suddenly laughed nervously several times and said:
"Luckily, there is a lot of meat on these rats. It is not poisonous and tastes good. You asked how we survived. Rat meat is one of our important foods."
"Based on the experience of those of us who are still alive, there are about five special monsters in Florida now, in addition to those zombies that run very fast."
So he shouted without any hesitation:
"The meeting will start on time in 20 minutes."
Family, a new month is about to begin.
Daryl said only this and didn't say anything else.
"You piece of shit, did I ask you to say that? Answer my questions quickly, or I'm going to punch you a few times to make you pay."
But what troubled him was that Florida at that moment was like a burning powder barrel, with countless zombie monsters of all kinds inside. The crisis caused by the nuclear explosion was also unpredictable. If he was not careful, he would face fatal danger.
Seeing that this middle-aged private detective still had some intelligence value, Leon was not stingy. He took out his high-end cigar box from his arms, threw a cigar to Constantine, lit one for himself, and threw the lighter over.
"One is a monster with a huge belly that can spit out bile that is as corrosive as sulfuric acid."
"The third type is tall, big, fat zombies. They run very fast and are very strong. Sometimes they will self-explode and destroy everything around them."
It seems that Constantine should be a good guide. If he cooperates with the air combat unit led by Lily, he may be able to eliminate the Shark Gang scum and rescue the captured survivors in the shortest time.
What is certain is that the power displayed by the Shark Gang is not strong. Although they have a large number of people, their weapons and equipment are very poor, so it is not difficult to defeat them.
"If an ordinary person is bitten by them, the wound will become seriously infected. Without medicine and doctors, unless all the flesh is cut off immediately, amputation is basically the only option."
This time, he got a lot of information from Constantine. He then carefully questioned several other survivors and confirmed the authenticity of the information.
Lyon sighed. Now his main troops have been sent to various places in Georgia. Only the police patrol force, the Stinger force and Colonel William's special forces remain in the base camp.
"This should be the largest military base in Georgia, Fort Benning Army Base. You must be very strong to be able to occupy this place, and you also obtained the military equipment here."
Constantine sorted out his thoughts and thought for more than ten seconds before describing it in detail:
"I think you definitely need more labor. You are eager to expand your power. You have done so many things. It is definitely not just for survival."
"One is a small, skinny monster that looks like a monkey, with very agile movements and sharp claws."
After saying this, without waiting for Leon to respond, this sloppy-looking man spoke quickly:
"You are very honest, but we have known this method for a long time."
Daryl was silent for dozens of seconds before he spoke:
"Hasn't it always been our belief to save the kind survivors?"
Constantine looked at Leon with a slightly sad look and said:
"I don't know where the Shark Gang is based at sea, but I have investigated their three bases on land."
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