On July 7th, time was like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, half a month passed

After a month of adjustment and improvement, the operation of the umbrella company gradually got on the right track, all departments performed their duties, the survivors had a clear division of labor, cooperated with each other, and gradually restored some of the atmosphere of civilized society in the organization.

Georgia, Interstate 83.

Glenn was driving a modified heavy jeep along the road toward the Umbrella Base in Atlanta.

In his co-pilot sat a young girl, cute-looking, but with a serious expression, holding a black assault rifle tightly in her arms, biting her lip and a hint of cynicism in her eyebrows.

The girl's name is Judy, one of the two abused girls in the chemical factory, and after joining the combat team of the Ministry of Security, she volunteered to recruit the team in order to find out those brutal marauders and protect more good people.

Seeing that the girl's faith is firm, Leon agrees to her request after a little consideration, in a desperate apocalyptic world, a person's faith is very important, which often determines her ability to survive.

Glenn held the steering wheel, peeked at Judy from time to time, and after thinking about it again, he couldn't help but speak:

"Judy, you don't have to worry, Boss is a good guy and will definitely go and save the survivors who are imprisoned."

"I'll help you talk, too."

Judy nodded heavily, and said to Glenn with a grateful face:

"Thank you, Glenn, you're such a nice guy."

"I know that Mr. Custer is a leader of integrity and will never die without help."

"I'm just very angry, and I can't figure out why those damn bastards would do such a bad thing when such a disaster strikes, instead of uniting the survivors and helping each other."

"Aren't they afraid of going to hell when they die?"

Looking at the girl's face gradually becoming fierce, Glenn sighed slightly and said:

"Maybe they think it's hell right now."

Behind the heavy jeep, followed by a bulletproof armored RV, Andrea is comforting a crying middle-aged white woman with a steaming cup of coffee.

For the past half a month, the recruitment team has been patrolling around Atlanta on the two intercontinental highways 83 and 84.

At intervals, they would place a huge bulletin board and a box of household supplies, detailing the lofty ideals and recruitment guidelines of the umbrella company, along with the coordinates and routes of the Maple Leaf Apartment, which had been cleared.

After more than ten days of diligent deployment and patrolling, they have recruited a full 12 survivors for the base.

And this morning, they searched for this middle-aged woman with injuries on the side of the road.

The woman's name is Mela, a native of Georgia, and her husband is the owner of a local winery, and after the disaster, he and his family and next-door neighbors hid in the winery, living on the supplies of the winery.

A week ago, they kindly took in four wandering survivors in a group, but they were kidnapped by the group of survivors that night and shot the neighbor's male host.

Not only that, but this group of wandering thugs not only humiliated her and the hostess of the house, but also took the children of the two families as hostages, and coerced all their adults to go out every day to search for supplies.

Mera always wanted to ask for help, but after searching for a long time, she didn't meet Andrea and her party until today.

"Don't worry, Ms. Mera."

Andrea had a kind smile on her face, she gently stroked Mera's back, whispered comfort, and said:

"I've already reported this to our boss, and he's already sent troops to rescue your family and is on his way here."

"It won't be long before you're out of danger with your family."

"Thank you so much, Lady Andrea."

"Please help me, thank you bosses."

The white woman took the hot coffee and expressed her gratitude with tears in her eyes.

Andrea nodded, turned to the middle-aged driver who was driving, and asked:

"Joel, how far are we to Outpost 3."

Joel, a middle-aged driver, had a cigarette in his mouth and said with a calm expression:

"There are still 3 kilometers and it will take about 10 minutes to arrive."

By the time Angelia's recruitment team arrived at Outpost 3, three medium-sized pickup trucks with bulletproof steel plates were already waiting.

Seeing the comer, 9 heavily armed macho men walked down from the pickup truck, led by Daryl with an alloy composite crossbow on his back, and behind him Aggie and T-boy each stood there quietly with a three-person team.

The two parties met, Daryl glanced at Mera, who was wounded all over her body, with sharp eyes, and nodded at Andrea and Glenn, without greetings and nonsense, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Let's go, let's go to the winery."

"The boss said that try to keep alive as much as possible, and the most lacking in the base is these labor prisoners."

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Inside the umbrella base.

Leon sat at his desk, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the little secretary Amy was gently squeezing his shoulders while reporting on the work in the base.

"Boss, the 30 high-end apartments on the second floor of the base have been basically renovated, each with an average of 60 square meters, and we set the price at 1,500 points to contribute points a month, and pay for water and electricity."

"So far, 10 units have been rented out, most of which are rented by employees of the security department."

"The 2nd floor of the underground parking lot is under construction, and it is expected to build 100 units, each of 40 square meters, with a construction period of two months, and the price is undecided."

Leon nodded, thought for a moment, and asked:

"Isn't the parking lot 8 meters high? You should be able to build a two-story apartment, right? ”

"Yes, boss, we've reserved a place for the stairs so we can add another layer if needed."

"Pay attention to the sturdiness of doors and windows, install an alarm system, it must be able to effectively resist the invasion of zombies, I don't want to cause a large number of employees to be infected because of accidents." Leon commanded.

"Got it, boss."

Amy was silent for a few seconds, and asked with a hint of apprehension in her tone:

"Boss, this operation, only Mr. Daryl's No. 2 combat team will be in danger?"

Feeling the force of Amy's squeezing of her shoulder, and understanding the girl's concern, Leon pulled the girl into his arms, stroked it gently, and his tone was full of confidence in his subordinates, comforting:

"Don't worry about your sister, we have twice as many people on our side, and the weapons are far superior to their broken pistols, and Daryl, Glenn, and Aggie are all good at fighting."

"They're sure they'll be able to capture those junks unscathed, and add a few more casual coolies to our base."

Leon gently stroked Amy's red lips with his fingers, smiled and asked:

"I heard you've been attending Rick's shooting class lately?"

Amy's eyes were confused, she stuck out her tongue and licked Leon's fingers, and said:

"Yes, it's not just me, but also a lot of members of the logistics department who have participated in the shooting training class."

Leon teased Amy like a kitten.

"That's fine, don't we have an employee who has been engaged in the profession of kindergarten teacher, you can organize her and the children in the base to set up a study class."

"Even if it is the end of the world, our precious knowledge needs to be passed on, otherwise there is no future."

"It's annoying to see those bear children running around every day."