Sandbrook Township, Kloster Chemical Plant.

Leon was carrying a Remington 700 police sniper rifle and lying on the roof of a small building seven or eight hundred meters away from the chemical plant, with a strong white man with a bald head in the center of the scope.

His eyes narrowed slightly, he held his breath, and adjusted the muzzle of the gun according to the direction of the wind, gravity, and distance.

Bang!

A crisp gunshot rang out.

In the scope, a bright blood flower burst out from the thigh of the bald white man.

Click!

The malevolent-looking man immediately fell to the ground, clutching his thighs and wailing on the ground, causing his companion to hide in different bunkers and look wildly.

Gan! I'm still not skilled enough.

Although he had found time to practice hundreds of sniper rifles, he still couldn't hit accurately, and this shot was originally aimed at the bald head.

But it doesn't matter where these street gangster-level marauders have ever tried what it's like to be shot with a sniper rifle.

The distance of seven or eight hundred meters has already reached the range suppression of the pistol, and even if they detect it, it will not be able to pose any threat to Leon.

Drip! Moore's voice came over the intercom.

"Boss, I heard your gunshots, do you need us to attack immediately?"

Leon withdrew from the hot shells, turned the muzzle, and aimed the scope at a stupid thug hiding behind a plank.

"Don't act now, keep hiding until I give the order."

Moore's voice wasn't nervous at all, even a little excited.

"Okay, boss, Lao Mo is waiting for your order."

Bang!

Another crisp gunshot rang out.

Leon's shot was quite lucky, the bullet pierced the plank and pierced the thug's neck, taking a large patch of flesh with him.

The blood gushed more than a meter away, and the tattooed thug clutched his neck and lay on the ground hissing in despair.

This was Leon's first kill, perhaps because of a long-range kill, and there was no negative fluctuation in his heart, and there was even an excitement and excitement that surpassed other lives.

Reloaded again, turning the muzzle, Leon's arm was as steady as Tarzan, and the scope did not tremble at all.

This time, the target is a middle-aged gangster in his 40s with green hair.

Tattooed with a vicious skeletal tattoo on his face, probably terrified by the unrelenting slaughter of his companions, he twisted his expression and crawled in the direction of the building trembling, not noticing that he had left the cover of the bunker.

Bang!

The third gunshot!

This time, the accuracy was a little worse, and he hit the wrist of the green-haired gangster's right hand with a bang, and the flesh exploded, and the entire palm was thrown away several meters away, falling to the feet of another gangster, and there was another desperately wailing scum on the floor.

Leon changed his aim again, but the remaining three marauders had already learned to behave, lying dead behind the obstacles, not daring to move in the slightest.

After chatting for a minute, seeing that the three of them looked like they couldn't get out, Leon turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the strong bald man who was shot in the thigh for the first time and was still wailing desperately.

According to the captive's intelligence, this person is the so-called small leader of the Fire Bull Gang, Emton, a real villain who has been imprisoned many times and has many murders.

This kind of person, even if he catches him alive, he will not leave him alive.

Aim with bated breath for a few seconds.

Bang!

A fourth gunshot rang out.

The bullet hit the man directly in the chest and abdomen, bursting into a huge bloody hole.

The wailing stopped abruptly, as if fear had overwhelmed everything, and a golden-retrieved thug in his 20s with a crazy expression suddenly stood up from his cover, shooting indiscriminately with a pistol, his mouth opening and closing rapidly, as if he was scolding something.

Leon didn't get used to him, and with the fifth gunshot, the young thug fell to the ground wailing and quickly losing his breath, clutching his belly, which had been blasted open with a bloody hole.

Of the 8 thugs who participated in the sneak attack, two were broken in Atlanta, three more died here, and one had his palm broken, essentially losing the strength to resist.

Leon thought about it, the leader is dead, and human life is the most precious thing in the last days, even if he is captured as a slave, it is better than becoming a zombie.

He didn't continue to kill everything, but took out the walkie-talkie and said:

"Mohr, you can go in and arrest people, be careful, you can accept surrender, and if you resist, you will be killed directly."

"I'll cover you remotely."

It took a few seconds for Moore's voice to come over with some depression.

"Boss, you're too strong, just bang a few shots, and they will die down, and we people don't even have a chance to perform."

Leon smiled and said:

"Don't worry, our main enemies are still those zombies, and I don't really want to make the already scarce humans even rarer."

You weren't so merciful when you killed people just now, Moore silently complained in his heart, and said:

"Yes, boss, let's get moving!"

"Well, stay safe."

Through the scope, Leon noticed that the Umbrella Company's combat team was beginning to surround the inside of the chemical plant.

Ten strong men equipped with body armor and protective suits and holding automatic assault rifles in their hands besieged two low-level gangsters who were lying in bunkers and did not dare to move, and only had pistols in their hands, and the results were self-evident.

Leon was on the alert for an accident all the time, and it was not until Moore and the others tied up all the three thugs who were still alive that he slowly walked from the top building where he was hiding to the occupied chemical plant.

The next process Moore was familiar with the road, and he didn't need Leon's orders, so he led someone to search the chemical plant.

With food running out and few supplies left, Mo'er found thirteen survivors, three children, two elderly people, and eight adults trapped in a warehouse.

They had probably been starved for several days, each very weak, and two younger women, disheveled, with obvious signs of assault.

Although it was more miserable, it did not exceed their imagination.

In addition, they also found nearly 100 tons of fertilizer and a variety of chemical raw materials in this factory, and the most interesting thing for Lyon was sulfur, which should be one of the important raw materials for making gunpowder in Lyon's rudimentary chemical knowledge.

The distance of 30 kilometers is not in a hurry to transport it back at the moment.

Having received all the supplies from the marauders, Leon recorded the coordinates and returned to the base of the Umbrella Corporation with the weakened survivors.

Amy had already waited obediently in the reception hall on the first floor, and Leon roughly explained the situation to her, this increasingly skilled little assistant. It was arranged immediately, and the next thing was arranged.

Storing supplies, receiving the wounded, arranging food and lodging, registering the corresponding information, all kinds of things were arranged in an orderly manner.

Leon didn't care about these little things, he was confident in Amy's abilities.

Today is a busy day, all kinds of things are happening one after another, and in a blink of an eye, it is close to dusk, and they have been waiting for a day, it is time to meet Sean and them.