Sept. 18, Georgia, outside Richmond County.

In the wide, silent suburbs, a convoy of more than a dozen cars was speeding forward, with a black modified heavy jeep at the forefront, followed by four military trucks and finally eight large trucks.

Leon smoked a cigar and held the steering wheel with one hand, dodging the obstacles in the road, and the car was running at breakneck speed.

In his co-pilot, Kevela held an M41 automatic rifle in both hands, bowed slightly, and extended the muzzle of the gun out of the car to shoot a single shot.

Da! Da! Da!

Da! Da! Da!

She was wearing a red and white tight-fitting stab-proof suit, and her marksmanship was extremely accurate, and any zombie within 30 meters of the jeep on the road would be killed instantly, and every time she fired, her fiery red high ponytail would tremble slightly with the sound of gunfire.

Leon drove the car while observing the girl's plump and delicate curves, the pair of flesh balls resting on his arms and being squeezed into an oval shape, which always attracted his attention involuntarily.

Less than a month after her physical recovery, the teenage girl has already restored her body to the level it was before the injury.

A healthy and wild body that exudes feminine charm all the time.

She was indeed very competitive, and after being recruited by Leon to the security department, she immediately challenged all the members, whether it was fighting or firearms, and no one was her opponent.

This made the macho men of the security department very embarrassed, and even the usual training was even harder.

Missing three magazines in a row, Cavilla missed none of them, most of them could get headshots, she had a slightly arrogant smile on her lips, threw the smoking rifle to the back seat casually, squeezed her eyes at Leon with some pride, and said:

"Well, I didn't lie to you, I said a long time ago, my marksmanship is very strong."

"Although you can easily defeat me in martial arts, if we are hostile, you will definitely be shot by me first."

Leon's face did not fluctuate, and he said:

"Girl, you should have seen my learning ability, I have only been playing with guns for three months now, I believe that as long as it takes another half a year, you will not be my opponent in marksmanship."

A wicked smile appeared on his face again.

"Besides, your attitude is a bit arrogant now, doesn't your ass hurt anymore, it seems that I didn't hit hard enough yesterday."

Kevela subconsciously covered her ass, her cheeks slightly red, and her sky-blue eyes were dyed with a hint of flattery.

"Hmph, that's because you're a monster at all, in three months, you've improved your physical fitness at least one level compared to the last time I saw you, which is impossible to achieve with training, and I have a lot to say in this regard."

Leon didn't dwell on the subject, but changed the subject and asked:

"Is the Wicks Outdoor Center you mentioned the largest gun shop in Georgia?"

Kevira nodded, found a yellow sun hat to put on herself, and explained:

"You laymen may not know that all of our big gun shops in America are located outside of town, and their names are not so obvious, they are generally called outdoor centers."

"This Wicks Outdoor Center is privately run, I've been here several times, and they generally have about 2,000 long guns in stock, and a little more pistols, about 5,000 or so, which is a lot of numbers and variety, but the real value is not more than 100 million US dollars."

"Of course, since it's called an outdoor store, it's not just guns that sell, like all kinds of bows and crossbows, field tools, camping equipment, and some military equipment that is allowed to be sold."

Leon nodded, a little suspicious in his heart, it had been three months, and he didn't know how much of the equipment inside had been taken away by others.

Soon, though, Leon's doubts vanished.

Outside a huge building listed as the Wicks Outdoor Center, it is densely packed with all kinds of abandoned vehicles and thousands of zombies, and from a distance, it is black, and there should be no survivors who dare to go there to get supplies.

Leon was thinking about how to deal with these zombies, when he suddenly felt a soft and warm touch on his arm, and a fresh aroma like lemon.

Kevira pressed her body against his arm, with a flattery in the corners of her eyes, and asked with a chuckle:

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Leon ignored her, but picked up the walkie-talkie in the car and said:

"Black Ant Troop, up!"

Hearing the boss's order, the eight large trucks that followed the last of the convoy quickly drove to the front of the convoy, and then turned around one after another, reversing and retreating side by side towards the corpses.

When the group of corpses was less than 50 meters away, the back door of the large truck automatically opened upward, revealing the empty box inside.

The zombies also heard the sound of the truck behind them, and they all turned their attention to the eight huge cars.

At that moment, there was a very lively music coming from the compartment of the truck, which was "Jingle Bells" familiar to all Americans.

Jingle bell, ding bell, ding bell!

Such an obvious and loud sound immediately excited the zombies nearby, and they scrambled to drill into the carriage, and in less than half a minute, more than 60 zombies, like chickens returning to the cage, crowded the carriage.

Click!

The heavy iron gate suddenly fell, directly sealing the road for the zombies inside and outside the car.

After a few seconds, a huge buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the car, and three high-power rotating meat cleavers like electric fans slowly descended from the roof, covering almost the entire carriage.

The zombies in the carriage were excited again when they heard the sound above, they waved their hands, tilted their heads, looked at the huge chopping knife that was slowly falling, and roared their terrifying sounds.

Then, their heads, in a dozen seconds, were cut into pieces by a meat chopper.

After about two minutes, the back door of the truck opened again, and the conveyor belt at the bottom of the car began to operate, spitting dozens of headless corpses out of the car one after another, vacating the spacious box inside.

After completing a cycle, the drivers moved the van forward a little bit to make it easier for the following zombies to enter.

These zombies were completely unafraid, and in just a few tens of seconds, the carriage was stuffed to the brim.

That's it, get into the carriage and spit out the headless corpse, get into the carriage and spit out the headless corpse.

8 trucks can take away hundreds of zombies every time, and gradually, after more than a dozen times, the speed at which the zombies pour up can no longer keep up with the processing speed of the trucks, and about half of the originally dense corpses have disappeared.

All that remained, eight rectangular hills of countless headless corpses shocked the brains of everyone present.

Kevier's eyes lit up, and he exhaled like a blue and said:

"It's really a smart thing to do, if this method is promoted, even if there are billions of zombies in the world, we humans can win."

Colonel William, who was standing on the other side of Lyon, had a face of shock, joy and anger.

The middle-aged officer couldn't help but give himself a slap, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and he roared in a low voice: "Damn! Bastard! Obviously, it only needs to be handled so simply, why can't the military think of it, why can't I think of it. ”

"Those not many valiant soldiers, they don't deserve their deaths!"