At the Aurora Borealis Military Base, Citizen Z, um, the man whose original name was Baker, was holding a puppy, standing at the gate of the base, looking around with his eyes open, his thin body shivering in the cold wind.
But even so, the biting cold wind did not extinguish the excitement in his heart.
It's quite tragic to say that after the disaster broke out, all the staff in the base were mobilized out. They, one man and one dog, stayed in the empty base for more than two years. Their only pleasure every day was to watch the outside world through military satellites.
The reason why he didn't turn into a madman during this period of time was entirely because Baker himself was a serious otaku and was used to being alone. Otherwise, if it were anyone else, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to maintain their current optimistic attitude.
Just as Baker was holding the puppy and feeling somewhat sorry for himself, suddenly, within his sight, under the dim sunlight unique to the Arctic, a dozen figures appeared staggering in the cold wind.
Then, sleds, snowmobiles, Alaskan snow dogs, and one after another, a team of nearly a hundred people appeared in front of Baker.
Among them were soldiers wearing military coats, residents wearing down jackets, and even some Eskimos wearing costumes similar to those of indigenous peoples.
They were pale and wrapped in thick coats. Everyone looked listless. It was obvious that walking such a long distance in the wind and snow was not a pleasant experience.
Ten minutes later, a middle-aged white man with short stubble walked up to Baker, stretched out his hand and shook hands with him, saying:
"Hello, Mr. Baker."
Until Lawrence scolded his incompetent subordinates and wished he could kill the little bastard himself.
This is a very difficult task, even for a super hacker like him, but after a few days of sleepless nights and deep research, he finally came up with a more extreme method that requires physically cutting off the power.
"Okay, Boss, leave this task to me."
Leon also nodded with a serious expression and responded:
"Please rest assured that our experts are developing drugs to treat radiation sickness. It won't be long before even people in Florida can overcome radiation sickness and live a normal life."
However, that night, just when he thought that he had waited in vain again, he suddenly saw that the dozen or so survivors who were in charge of guarding outside the gate suddenly evacuated.
A few minutes later, when he was still wondering what the purpose of the Human Union was, a group of about a hundred mutant zombies suddenly walked into the tea room from other places.
The faces of his fallen comrades flashed through his mind. Constantine sighed and said:
But don't worry, no one can get the secrets of Freemasonry from me. I will use death to prove my loyalty to you.
"They deserve to live in peace."
"But Boss, if I don't come back this time, I hope you won't let down the people of Floridia for their sacrifice."
"Some players with weaker constitutions have already suffered from frostbite."
This group of zombies moved forward very quickly, and all the doors and control doors they encountered were opened by one of them in a strange way, so they did not pose any obstacle to the group of zombies.
Faced with those warriors wearing armor and holding weapons, every worker seemed servile and very afraid.
The banquet hall was brightly lit and luxuriously decorated, with golden decorations and silver carvings everywhere. Luxurious plush carpets covered the entire floor, and valuable calligraphy and paintings and jewelry were everywhere.
On the podium at the top of the banquet hall, a handsome middle-aged man was leaning on a huge chair with his chin resting on his head and his eyes squinting, watching the performance in the center of the banquet hall.
Suddenly, with a bang, all the lighting equipment in the entire institute dimmed, and then after four or five seconds of darkness, they turned on again.
He raised his head and looked into Leon's eyes, his expression becoming particularly solemn and serious.
They knelt on one knee and said:
"Great Negan, we have brought a few captives with us, and it seems that we have obtained some important information from them."
Yes, it has been almost two years, and the survivors in Florida have been living under the threat of nuclear explosions, radiation and mutant zombies.
After opening the elevator door and entering the top floor, the scene inside surprised Richard and others, even to the point of being stunned.
No matter how much conflict Constantine had in his heart, Lawrence, who was trapped in the secret laboratory, was not feeling well either.
"I will assist you in taking over the Aurora Borealis base. There is plenty of food and daily necessities here."
Some young workers dressed as waiters or maids lowered their heads and carefully served the beauties in the banquet hall, being very respectful and not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
After getting the president's promise, the sloppy man finally made up his mind to gamble his life for the happiness of his companions.
He handed an electronic device with a socket on the table to Constantine, patted him on the shoulder, and said:
"Don't worry, you should know very well how generous a boss I am."
Such intelligent performance made Lawrence suspect that there must be living people lurking among the mutated zombies.
New York City, New York.
As a veteran otaku, Baker was somewhat at a loss as to what to do when shaking hands with the handsome middle-aged officer in front of him, and said with a little embarrassment:
Moreover, it is quite good to be the leader of a stronghold. Next time when I return to the base to rest, I can bring some Arctic specialties to my lovely niece Sarah.
A dozen beautiful women dressed in evening gowns were scattered in different places in the banquet hall. Some were chatting quietly, some were reading books, some were tasting delicious food, and a few were standing in the center of the banquet hall performing singing and dancing.
However, this guy in tattered clothes was just like a loach covered in slime, hiding here and there, slippery and unpredictable. Even though he was shot several times, he was able to fight with a dozen guards in the office for a long time with all kinds of tricks.
"I am Captain Tommy from the Human United Community Military Department. Following the orders of His Excellency the Great President, I am heading here to prepare to establish a base in the Arctic."
Lyon was assigning a task to Constantine in a serious tone.
And in Florida, the city of Miami.
"There's also some military equipment, and special items that are unique to the Arctic."
Only in this way will those stupid zombies know how to open various valves.
However, soon, only four or five minutes later, the guards in the institute encountered this group of mutated zombies in a corridor. After a fairly fierce battle between the two sides, they eliminated the enemy without any danger.
The door of the laboratory had been open for three days, but the cunning Human Union did not fall for it at all. Instead, they sent a dozen local survivors to guard outside the door, neither attacking nor letting the people inside escape, as if they were waiting for something to happen.
After listening to the content of the task, the sloppy middle-aged man's face turned green, and he complained:
As a veteran spy, Lawrence immediately understood what was going on. With a gloomy face and a resolute mood, he entered the code to start the self-destruct program into the console without any hesitation. However, the prompt of insufficient authority displayed on the screen plunged his heart into the abyss.
"These guys come from a camp called the Kingdom of God, but that camp shouldn't be considered very powerful."
When Richard and others were brought into the base by the strong white man, and he saw hundreds of workers still working hard in the base, he knew that relying solely on the power of the Kingdom of God would not be able to compete with this powerful Savior Army.
When the beautiful women who were performing singing and dancing saw the white strong man and his men, they consciously stopped their performance, found a place to entertain themselves.
"If your team only has a hundred people, the supplies here will be enough for us to use for more than five years."
"Haha, it's you, Olaf. What kind of news made you travel hundreds of kilometers and come back to the base to report to me?"
Although traveling to the Arctic is a tough job, it is very safe here and zombies cannot survive in an environment of dozens of degrees below zero.
Seeing this situation, Lawrence did not dare to slack off at all. He immediately woke up all the guards in the institute and ordered them to go and eliminate the zombies.
However, when faced with these beautiful women in revealing clothes, none of the Salvation Army soldiers dared to look at them for a long time. They all walked towards the handsome middle-aged man with Richard and others as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions.
When he saw Richard and others coming up the elevator out of the corner of his eye, he retracted his gaze, sat up straight, and stared at the people who were slowly approaching with a half-smile in his eyes.
Judging from their clothing, mental temperament, strong bodies and rosy complexions, it is obvious that here, the soldiers and the workers are two completely different classes.
.........
And in the time gap when the guards in the institute went to stop the zombies, something even more bizarre happened.
He has already relayed this method to the President. As long as they complete the preliminary arrangements, Baker is confident that he can complete the task.
After the greetings, Baker briefly introduced the situation in the Aurora Base to everyone. Instead of staying there for long, he immediately returned to the military satellite's control panel and began to operate it desperately.
Constantine stared at the device in his hand, listening to the big promises Leon made for him, his mind filled with thoughts.
However, when Lawrence shifted his attention and continued to observe the surveillance, he found a guy wearing tattered clothes and dressed like a mutant zombie sneaking into an office.
In an instant, Lawrence became furious. He controlled the monitors and directed the guards in the institute to hunt down this despicable guy.
"Boss, if you want me to die, just tell me straight away. Why assign me such a dangerous mission?"
The strong white man Olaf stood up, grabbed Richard's hair, threw him four or five meters away from Negan, and said:
"Once you complete this mission, there will be no obstacles to our cause in Florida, and we can help the survivors here live a peaceful life."
Watching the monitors showing the large number of Confederate soldiers rushing in from the gate, Lawrence shouted desperately in his heart while testing the activation codes of various other defense measures:
Because what he saw was not the dilapidated houses or dirty environment that were most common in the doomsday, but a huge and magnificent banquet hall.
Your Highness, Son of God, I am such a loser that even my last method of harming the enemy was cracked by them.
Although there are a huge number of workers here, most of them are mentally depressed and not physically strong.
But he didn't have time to think about it. Surrounded by a group of soldiers, the four of them had their hands and feet tied and took a functioning elevator to the fifth floor of the department store, which was also the top floor of this Walmart store.
A few days ago, the President gave him an order to seize the operating system of a secret research institute without alerting the firewall.
"Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Baker. Please let my team members go into the base to rest for a while. The snow outside is too strong."
But soon, as he walked along, Richard discovered how the Savior Army was completely different from the Kingdom of God.
"I know this mission is a bit dangerous, but you are an expert in carrying out covert missions. Don't be afraid of difficulties. Use your brain more. I believe you can come up with a solution that has the best of both worlds."
On the contrary, the armored warriors in the Salvation Army appeared arrogant when facing the workers who were working hard, and did not take them seriously at all.
The Salvation Army's headquarters is a large Walmart shopping mall. After more than a year of renovation, Salvation Army workers also built a steel fence outside the supermarket made of welded abandoned large vehicles.
Their purpose was clear, as if they were controlled by some force. This group of mutated zombies walked straight into the open door without any pause, and followed the direction of the surveillance camera, all the way deep into the interior of the laboratory.
The handsome middle-aged man named Negan picked up a wooden baseball bat leaning against a huge seat, stuck the chain-wrapped end on the ground, and chuckled, his voice filled with an indescribable arrogance.
"After the establishment of the Human Alliance Base in Florida is completed, as the manager who is most familiar with this place and has made the most outstanding contributions, you will get the rewards you deserve."
Lyon seemed not to hear his complaint, and calmly threw out a pie.
"Hello, Mr. Tommy. The President has already instructed me on this matter."
Tommy nodded slightly, keeping a friendly smile on his face.
A spy, such an amateur spy, actually showed off his skills in front of him, the master spy.
As for Lawrence, in order to prevent the people from the Human Union from doing anything, he had to keep an eye on the monitoring equipment in the laboratory and could not relax for a moment, which made him very tired.
Countless good people have sacrificed their lives in the confrontation with the Shark Gang along the way. Now, this is the only obstacle left. As long as they can eliminate the last remaining forces of the Shark Gang and help the Human Alliance regain this area, their sacrifice will not be in vain.
"But according to this guy, their Kingdom of God has a partner called the United Human Community, which is a powerful organization with tens of thousands of members."
"Faced with this situation, I dare not make any decision on my own."
"We need Negan's wisdom."
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