On February 9, Leon was on the top floor of the hotel practicing sniper shooting zombies with Kevila.

Darryl's team, who are exploring the city center, has a message.

"Boss, there's a group of people who want to see you, it's from Graddy Memorial Hospital."

Leon didn't think it was strange to hear this news, he had been paying special attention to this place, and it was because he didn't have much interest in this group of survivors that he had been left to deal with it until now.

As members of the Security Department continued to explore the city center, more and more neighborhoods were liberated, and some zombies on the outer streets began to be cleared on a large scale.

Under Lyon's arrangement, the Security Department and the Logistics Department cooperated with each other to adopt a strategy of zoning, using a variety of large vehicles and metal mesh walls to quickly block traffic intersections, block the passage between different streets, and divide the neighborhoods around the city center into many smaller areas.

For these small areas, Leon sent a large number of men and improved trap trucks to start gradually and effectively removing the zombies from each street.

After the zombies on the street where the Graddy Memorial Hospital was located were emptied in this way, the survivors inside the hospital also began to carefully explore the outside world.

After a few days of probing, the group of survivors who had been trapped in the hospital seemed to have finally mustered up the courage and decided to try to contact the current Umbrella of the Survivors in the Atlanta area.

Leon thought about it, since they took the initiative to find it, let's meet it, although he didn't have a very good impression of this group of surviving policemen.

"Take their weapons and bring them to the hotel to meet me."

On the radio side, two survivors dressed as criminal police officers were surrounded by soldiers from the Ministry of Security.

Daryl looked at Mitis and Cassius with a serious expression, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Our boss would like to see you, but for safety, we want to temporarily seize your weapons."

The bald policeman Cassius and the blonde policewoman Mitis glanced at each other and obediently handed over their weapons.

As professional criminal police officers in Atlanta City, they can easily see that the team of strong men in front of them are not easy to mess with, not only are they well-equipped, comparable to armed special police, but everyone's eyes are full of the kind of firmness and calm that have been in a hundred battles and have been killing for a long time, which is not comparable to ordinary bandits.

Daryl nodded, asked his men to drive a modified van, and then commanded:

"Ron, Ali, you two come with me and take them to the boss."

"Others continue to carry out the clean-up mission."

"Yes, Captain Daryl."

Receiving the order, the strong men took the order.

Two strong men came out of the crowd, armed with assault rifles, and sandwiched Mitis and Cassius between one left and one right, and got into the back seat of the van.

Daryl put his alloy crossbow in the co-pilot's seat, skillfully lit the fire, and drove the van with a few people to the umbrella base.

After driving in silence for a few minutes, the bald detective Cassius gave his team member Mitis a look.

Mitis, a relatively good-looking policewoman, took a light breath, showed a professional and kind smile, and asked Daryl:

"Mr. Daryl, what kind of organization is your umbrella company, we have been trapped in the hospital for too long, and we have not had contact with the outside world for half a year."

The silent macho Daryl glanced at Mitis through the rearview mirror, and pondered for more than ten seconds before he spoke:

"Don't worry, we're not bad guys."

Mitis smiled a little awkwardly when he heard this, and asked again:

"I know you're not bad guys, I saw in the hospital that you cleaned up the zombies nearby, at least a few blocks, and wasted a lot of manpower and material resources, why do you do this?"

Daryl was silent for more than ten seconds before he spoke:

"We're going to clean up the city center and collect the resources inside."

Hearing this kind of fight that didn't seem to match the question again, Mitis's smile paused for a few seconds, and decided to change the target, the smile on her face became more kind, and she asked the fat strong man on her right:

"Mr. Ron, may I call you that?"

The chubby Ron glanced up and down at the policewoman and said:

"Madam, you don't need to ask so much, you just need to know that the organization we are in is an organization that fights for the future of mankind and is full of civilization and order."

"Wait until you meet our boss, be polite, answer his questions honestly, and you won't be hurt."

Ron thought for a moment and added:

"Settle down, don't think badly, our organization is extremely powerful, and with the touch of a finger, we can crush your camp."

After a few words of Ron's threatening and warning words, the two detectives became honest, and they glanced at each other, silently observing the scenery outside the window.

The road was very safe, with walls lined with stones or car wreckage, and all the zombies and obstacles on the road were cleared.

The car drove for about 10 minutes and came to the industrial area of Atlanta.

In the minds of Mitis and Cassius, this is the place where one of the few heavy industry factories in Atlanta is located, because there are very few disputes, and they are not very familiar with this place.

Soon, the van ran farther and farther away from the factories and into the city near the interstate.

A wall more than three meters high, I don't know how long, made of a mixture of metal mesh and steel, suddenly appeared in front of them, the heavy metal base, the dense metal poles, made this wall appear unusually strong.

The astonishing length, the endless distance at a glance, made the two of them secretly surprised, I don't know when, such a wall actually appeared here.

The van drove several kilometers around the metal fence and came to a stop in front of a huge metal gate guarded by many soldiers.

As Daryl stuck his head out and explained his intentions to the sentry next to the gate, the huge metal gate was slowly opened.

As the van slowly drove in, Mitis and Cassius saw a huge square in front of them, and at a glance, they saw the iconic building of the CDC in the center of the square, a high-end hotel dozens of meters high on the right side of the square, and saw a lot of cars carrying building materials to transport back and forth between various construction sites, and hundreds of workers in heavy overalls were working hard between different construction sites.

It's hard to imagine that in the current apocalyptic world, in the city of Atlanta, where they are, they can still see this kind of unity and prosperity of human beings.

Daryl looked through the rearview mirror and saw the expressions of the two criminal policemen who were a little stunned, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little, and he said hoarsely:

"This is the base of our umbrella company, and our boss is waiting for you over there."

"Organize your language, he's very busy."