After Professor Amlin leaves, Amy approaches Leon with a smile on her face.

"Boss, I see that you have been chatting with Professor Amlin for a long time, have you gained a lot?"

Leon glanced at Amy, who was smiling like a flower and had a beautiful temperament, suppressed some restless emotions, and put his finger on her red lips and groped gently.

"Amlin is a talent, he has a lot of good news, and I'm ready to promote him to a C technician next week."

Amy was slightly stunned, and after a few seconds, said:

"He should be a good man, Anne and Oreo told me that my father, Amrin, loved them so much that he preferred to be hungry himself, and left the last of his food for them."

"Those two kids are really sensible, smart and cute."

Leon lifted Amy's chin and said with a teasing voice in his voice:

"What, do you want a child now?"

After lunch, after doing some after-dinner exercise, Leon is preparing to meet Sean and Carl.

Suddenly, a communication request came from the walkie-talkie on the belt.

"Drop!"

More's duck-like voice came out.

"Boss, we've been attacked!"

"Eight bastards rushed out of the shadows and attacked us, Bright was shot twice, we killed one, caught one, and the rest ran away."

Leon was silent for a few seconds, and asked in a voice that suppressed anger:

"How's Bright doing? Which part was shot? ”

Moore's voice was also a little depressed, and there was a mistake in the task given to him by his boss, which would lower his evaluation in the eyes of his boss.

"Bright's condition is fine, the black bear armor blocked part of the damage, he was shot in the shoulder and one in the arm, but he didn't hurt the bones, and we have stopped the bleeding for him."

Fortunately, only wounded, not a single combatant was lost.

Leon quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice:

"Bring the captives back, and remember to mend the corpse's head."

"I'll wait for you at the base."

"Damn, those who dare to sneak up on us, I want them to pay."

Ten minutes later, the battle team returned, and everyone else was fine, except for Bright, who was protecting his injured arm, grinning and staring hatefully at the male captive at Moore's feet.

He was a survivor from a nursing home camp who had come to Atlanta to visit his grandmother, who was just an ordinary production line worker before the disaster and had suffered a gunshot wound for the first time in years.

Leon had the injured Bright taken to the medical room, and there were two professional C-class paramedics in the umbrella company, who could handle this ordinary gunshot wound very well.

He looked up at the captive, about 40 years old, African-American, with short curly hair, an ordinary appearance, many scars on his face, tattoos on his arms and forehead, he should be the kind of gangster who has been hanging out on the streets all year round.

Glancing at the combat squad, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the captive, who was bound hand and foot, with his mouth gagged, sloppy in his clothes, and in his frightened eyes, and said:

"The others go back and recuperate first."

"Mohr, you take this guy with me to the underground parking lot."

The three of them arrived at the underground parking lot, and Leon was not polite, kicked the captive to the ground, took out a dagger, and stabbed him in the shoulder and another into his arm under the captive's terrified eyes.

Grandma's, daring to hurt my leeks, made me almost lose a laborer.

The intense pain caused the captives to lie on the ground in a cold sweat and tremble.

Drawing his dagger and letting the blood from the prisoner's wound flow, Leon said in a sinister tone:

"These two knives are just the interest of those you who hurt us."

"Now, I'll give you a chance to answer my questions honestly, don't have any lies, otherwise, next time it's four knives."

He stomped his foot on the captive's chest and pulled the tape off his mouth.

The captive instinctively wanted to cry out in pain, but was immediately kicked in the face by Leon.

"If you dare to shout again, you will be stabbed immediately."

The African-American captives gritted their teeth, trembling all over, their faces contorted, and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat and nodded.

"Where is your camp? How many people are there? ”

"Don't kill me, we're just trying to get some supplies."

Seeing that the African captive did not answer his question and wanted to quibble, Leon directly stepped on the wound on the captive's arm, crushed it hard, and shouted in his mouth:

"Don't play stupid and answer my questions, or you'll be stabbed."

The captive screamed in pain, twisting to push Leon's foot away, but was kicked in the face and broke several teeth.

"Don't grind, answer me!"

"It was Emton who instigated us to do it, the camp is running out of food, and without food we will starve to death."

"He said that as long as we sneak up first and kill one or two people, everyone else will be scared away."

"We just want food."

Seeing that the captive was still here with a few handfuls of nonsense, Leon stabbed him directly in the head, cutting off one of his ears.

Pressed his knee against his face, pointed the tip of the knife at his eyes, and said grimly.

"A few more blind will kill you directly."

The repeated injuries finally made this street gangster understand what it means to be ruthless, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

"There were 12 of us together, all of whom were members of the nearby Fire Bulls, and Emton was our little leader."

"After the disaster, we fled outside, wandered for a while, killed four people, and later, found a small camp in a chemical plant outside the town of Shaxi, 30 kilometers away, with a total of more than a dozen people, including elderly and children."

"We all had guns in our hands and quickly took that camp, we took their food, we robbed their cars, we imprisoned them."

"But we didn't kill anyone, we just locked them up in a chemical plant."

"Then the food ran out, and we had to come out and look for supplies."

"Emton said that there are fewer zombies in this area, and it is easy to find food, so we came over."

"That's what happened to you."

As he spoke, the little thug felt that the body temperature on his body was the same as the blood, and it was flying out and draining, and he burst into tears and pleaded:

"Help me! Spare me! I'm a bastard, but I don't kill anyone, I just want some food, I want to live. ”

"You go and kill Emton, he's a villain, he's done a lot of bad things, we're all forced."

"Spare me, let me do anything."

"I don't want to die!"

Leon didn't believe his nonsense, no one thought he was a hopeless bad guy, and he kicked the captive in the face and shut him up.

Then he turned to Moore and said:

"Take him to the infirmary to stop the bleeding first, and then chain him up."

"After that, you go and gather all the combat team members."

"Wait for me on the first floor of the basement."

"I'll go get some equipment, and let's kill those grandsons today."

Moore nodded excitedly and responded excitedly:

"Okay boss, they're just a bunch of crumbs, and Old Moore does three by himself."

Looking at Moore's departing figure, Leon thought of something else.