At dusk, Martin and Gail crept back to Woodbury and told Governor Philip what they had seen.

Philip held a glass of red wine and listened to the report of the two men under him, with a suspicious look on his face.

"Seventy soldiers dressed in the same standard equipment, not the army, but there are helicopters, there are tanks, there are military trucks, each with a submachine gun, there is strict discipline, and there are patrols."

He looked at the two men who were obviously not very useful, and seriously suspected that these two guys were working together to lie to him.

Unlike soldiers, how can they afford to pull dozens or hundreds of thugs with the same equipment, helicopters and tanks are not something that ordinary people can drive.

Although Philip is suspicious by nature, he knows in his heart that Martin and Gail have no reason to deceive him.

According to his logic, if the other party really has such a strong strength, and after they discover Woodbury, the survivors here are likely to face a loot or massacre.

Thinking of this, a trace of nervousness rose in Governor Philip's heart, and he pursed his lips and asked:

"You weren't spotted when you were investigating, were you?"

"Those guys don't look like good guys, and if they find out, the whole of Woodbury could be in danger."

Martin also thought about it with a solemn face, then shook his head and said:

"Probably not, Governor."

"Our reconnaissance was very careful, and we hid in the woods all the time, and only observed with binoculars when we were 1 kilometer away."

"There was no movement during the whole process, and there was no movement on the other side."

Philip quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, a trace of anger rose in his heart.

Obviously, a person like him is a strong man in the last days, but now, he has to live in fear of others.

Governor Philip gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at Martin and Gail.

"Their camp is too close to us, and it will definitely be a threat in the future."

"In order to protect our people, this threat must be removed."

"You go to the zombie trap and have a look, dig a few more pits, and catch a few more zombies."

"Think about it again, is there any good way to attract more zombies."

"We are no match for them in terms of numbers and weapons, and we can only use those monsters against them."

"Remember, it's not for ourselves, it's for all the good people at Woodbury."

On the prison side, after a busy afternoon, the combat team and the staff of the logistics department inspected all the corners of the prison and used the existing materials in their hands to reinforce many places that could cause danger.

Of course, this is only the initial renovation, and in the days to come, more and more materials and labor will be transported from the umbrella base to make this prison more professionally transformed.

Located in Tennessee, close to central America, it has forests, water, and a lot of land to grow crops, and is also very private and easily accessible to the interstate.

Slowly, it will become a bridgehead for umbrella companies to enter the central region.

As the boss, Lyon rightfully occupies one of the most spacious rooms in the prison, which used to be the warden's office and lounge.

As a leader who focused on enjoyment, Leon didn't have dinner with the other members in the evening.

In his makeshift break room, Kevira wears a sexy pajamas and reluctantly brings him a large steak and a cold drink.

Outside the room, the diesel generator was still buzzing, and inside the room, Leon stared at the map of America on the laptop screen in the screen, a little dazed.

The red-haired girl took off her pajamas, put them on his shoulders, and asked:

"What are you thinking?"

Her eyes were bright and flattering, with a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, and her slender white fingers gently swiped across the map.

"Are you still dreaming of being a king?"

Leon glanced at the girl lightly, and a vague smile appeared on his face, and asked:

"Why, can't I be king?"

"Don't you want to be a princess?"

Kevira pressed her slender fingers against Leon's strong chest and gently scraped, and then stretched out her small, moist tongue, slowly licking the man's ears.

Jiao laughed and said:

"Why can't I be a queen?"

As she spoke, the smile on the girl's face narrowed slightly.

"It's too early, Leon."

"You still lack the most important factor to become a king, you have not become the indispensable one."

"There is no so-called noble and sacred bloodline, nor is there a name given by the gods, as long as you are killed, anyone can take your place."

She used her slender fingers to draw circles on Leon's chest.

"Although everyone trusts you now, respects you and obeys you, this feeling is actually not strong, as long as you encounter failure, your prestige suffers a blow, as long as you infringe on their interests, these people will abandon you, hate you, and even want to kill you."

She whispered softly to Leon's ear.

"My king, I want all to obey you."

"What you need most is an authority that no one dares to resist, the order has collapsed, and the peacekeeping army is the most powerful force."

"Let your people look up to you, and let your enemies fear you."

"This is a path of blood and death, and my king, you need more power."

Worthy of being a rich girl with an elite education, Kevira's voice is full of seduction.

Leon was a little excited when he heard this, and he pulled the girl in front of him, and pressed the girl's delicate and bepleasing face under the table.

There was a hoarse and tough tone in the voice.

"You're right, girl."

"We still have a long way to go."

"But tonight, serve your king well."

Kevela looked up at Leon's burning eyes and rolled her eyes in disgust.

In the middle of the night, when the two were lying in a high-end silk quilt, Kevira lay on Leon's chest a little tiredly, and asked softly:

"What are you going to do with the camp in Woodbury?"

"Didn't Peggy say they sent someone over to investigate again?"

"If we don't deal with them for too long, I'm afraid something will happen and cause us problems."

Faced with this smart girl, he voiced his concerns.

"Woodbury's population may not be large, but the chief there is called the Governor, a clever and fierce madman."

"If we attack there strongly, under the leadership of that madman, it will inevitably lead to a full-scale war, and we may end up with only a pile of corpses."

"You know, there are fewer and fewer survivors to be found now, and the survivors in Woodbury are innocent ordinary people."

"I don't want to kill too much if I can."

Kevela pressed the strange palm on his body, glanced at Leon a little strangely, and said:

"Since it's only the governor who makes you feel troublesome, it's better to hide and get rid of him."

"Assassinate him, make him look like he's been killed by the raiders, and we'll take on the ordinary survivors."

A charming smile appeared on the girl's face, glanced at Leon, and said with a chuckle:

"Are you pretending to be confused, or are you really confused?"

"If you want to become a king, you have to use all kinds of means, but you can't just use fair methods to succeed."

(End of chapter)