After Leon brought Darryl to the office, he personally brought a cup of hot coffee to this loyal and reliable macho subordinate, and asked:

"Darryl, what do you think of this group?"

Crossbow Brother Darryl was already the commander of a force of several hundred men at this time, and although he was relatively taciturn, his observation and intuition in some aspects were sharper than ordinary people.

After a moment's thought, Daryl said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"They certainly didn't come together by accident, so many people got together, maybe they separated in some big group."

"Also, when we found them, we didn't find much protective clothing, and it should be unlikely that they traveled through the entire Florida Radiation Zone on foot, and it is very likely that they came by boat."

Leon leaned back on the soft leather sofa, recalling the details of the refugees, and nodded, acknowledging Darryl's reasoning.

He also hopes to draw a larger group out of these refugees.

Although radiation sickness can affect the health and longevity of these refugees, in any case, these people can become laborers, whether they actively join the workers or passively resist the captives.

Thinking about it this way, there are only about 100 of the hundreds of captives captured from the Fire Dog Gang, and if you don't add a little more, it will be difficult to deal with those things that need to be filled with human lives.

"Did you find anything else? Daryl. ”

Daryl shook his head, but made another suggestion, saying:

"Boss, since we were able to find this group of refugees, there must be more than that in Florida."

"Maybe we can find a way to bring in those refugees, we have good medical conditions, and we should be able to attract those who have been injured by radiation."

Leon nodded with some relief, the crossbow brother Daryl, under his own training, has become a qualified right, and knows how to think about things on his own.

After that, the two chatted for a while, as the big boss, he shushed Daria for a while, said a lot of intimate words, and reminded him that he was almost old, and he should consider forming a family, and also proposed that he could introduce a good girl to Daryl and help him get married, which can be regarded as a good win over a wave of loyalty from this macho man.

The next day, the two went to the vacant barracks and met the group of refugees.

After a day of not seeing each other, these people looked much better, but most of them were still as skinny as they were.

Seeing Leon, the leader of the camp with a strong temperament and handsome appearance, the middle-aged white men in the refugee group who had communicated with him yesterday greeted him with a smile.

This man once introduced himself, his name seems to be Konstantin, and he used to be a private investigator who had been begging for a living in Miami, Florida.

Yesterday he was half-dead and was supported by a few people, but today he seems to have recovered some of his spirits.

However, this guy doesn't seem to like trimming very much, although his eyes are more bright, but his face is full of scum and sloppy appearance, which does not give a good first impression.

Constantine stretched out his hand to shake Leon's hand with a flattering face, but he refused in disgust, but the man didn't care, and said in a slightly funny voice:

"This boss, thank you and your subordinates for saving us and providing us with food and treatment."

"But we're all fugitives, penniless, and we don't have anything to handle, so I hope you don't mind."

The appearance of the private detective's hippie smile, as if he did not pay any attention to the heavily armed elite warriors around Leon, aroused his interest.

He reached for Konstantin's back collar and saw that the man was keenly trying to get out of the way.

Seeing this, Leon immediately sped up the speed at which he stretched out his hand, with his current reaction speed, even the world's top athletes could not compare to him, let alone just a middle-aged man who was sick.

With a snort, Konstantin was grabbed by the back collar and lifted by him like an eagle catching a chicken.

Leon lifted the middle-aged man twenty or thirty centimeters off the ground, put the two of them at level of sight, and then said expressionlessly:

"I don't need your supplies, I just want some Florida intel on me."

Leon looked Konstantin up and down with knife-like eyes, and then said:

"You'd better not lie to me, or you'll be thrown into the construction site and work as a coolie for ten years."

Konstantin also seemed to sense the strong temperament of the handsome leader in front of him, and no longer struggled, but grinned and said:

"Don't worry, this boss, I absolutely know everything, there will be any lies."

Leon asked his men to bring two chairs, carried Konstantin on top of one like a toy, sat down opposite him, smiled coldly, and said:

"You can call me Mr. Custer."

"I want to ask, what's going on over there in Florida? How did you get out of the Fallout Zone? ”

Hearing this question from Leon, the middle-aged man named Konstantin also restrained the funny smile on his face and replied with bitterness:

"Originally, I thought that when the virus broke out, the corpses rose up, and the dead were resurrected, we were already living in hell."

"But I didn't expect that the sudden nuclear explosion not only took the lives of many survivors, but also directly released the demons in hell."

As a private detective, Konstantin is not so eloquent, and as he narrates with a little sadness, Leon probably learns about the tragedy that happened in Florida.

It turned out that Florida was surrounded by the sea on three sides, and after the disaster broke out, although there were dangerous zombies everywhere, many survivors chose to escape directly from the sea, fleeing to some large ships or some small desert islands, and lived a wilderness life.

Fortunately, the sea is rich in resources and there is no threat of zombies, and the number of survivors in Florida is much larger than expected.

Gradually, people living on the same island formed a united organization, they usually made a living by fishing and growing vegetables, and occasionally they would form groups to go to the land to find some necessary living materials.

Different groups have even gradually made some fixed connections, forming a loose alliance, and they will exchange things with each other and help each other.

However, this peaceful life lasted only about a year before a sudden nuclear explosion shattered all this.

The eruption of the St. Lucy Nuclear Power Plant not only killed a large number of zombies and survivors in the surrounding area, but also caused nuclear contamination throughout Florida, causing serious pollution to the environment of this sea area.

The sea water was polluted, a large number of shallow sea fish were killed, and the sea water evaporated by the nuclear explosion formed a large area of radiation rain clouds that obscured the sky, and imperceptible radiation filled many areas.

In the immediate aftermath of the nuclear explosion, the heat wave it produced ignited almost all the exposed combustibles in half of the state, and many materials were either burned or contaminated with radiation, and only those who hid in underground structures or fled far enough could survive.

But as time passed, it was not easy for those who hid underground or those who escaped from the radiation range by boat.

The biggest problem they have to face is the lack of supplies and food, and without food and materials, most of the survivors who are hiding underground are starved to death or fought and devoured by each other.

And those survivors on the sea, because they don't have enough fuel, the whole ship has become a moving coffin.

And at this most difficult time, a group of terrifying killers appeared on the sea, they were all survivors who originally lived in Florida, and they were very familiar with the environment in this area, because of excessive hunger and the difficulty of life, this group of people gave up the bottom line of being a human being, and began to capture humans in the name of the shark gang, cannibalism.

The group had gotten a large number of weapons out of nowhere, roamed all the coastal areas on fast yachts, and almost all the people they caught were used as food reserves and locked up in their headquarters.

There is no way, because of the ravages of these shark gangs, the survivors who originally lived on the surface of the sea have been forced back to the mainland.

However, after living on the mainland for a while, they found that the environment here was very different from the original.

Not only have more and more terrifying zombies appeared, but even the safe materials that can be obtained are becoming less and less.

They must be prepared for radiation damage in the air, and they must find more safe food in this dangerous environment.

Under this double pressure, many people have lost hope in life.

However, those Shark Gang people did not think of letting them go, this evil organization that feeds on its own kind, after discovering that everyone on the sea has fled back to the mainland, even sent troops directly into the mainland of Florida to capture them.

Even in the end, several strongholds were established in the continent, and the region was ruled in a cruel and horrific manner.

It's not that no one chooses to resist, but the Sharks are expanding their power very quickly, and they don't know what method they use, attracting a large number of survivors to join, and are fanatically pursued by many people who are tortured by radiation, this group of marauders, not only more and more ferocious, but also more and more numerous.

Konstantin and his team were also captured by the Shark Gang and imprisoned as a reserve food.

If it hadn't been for the fact that the group hadn't taken the opportunity to help Konstantin pick the lock on the door and take the boat and escape, they might have been eaten by the Sharks by now.

(End of chapter)