The next morning, it was another sunny day.

In the theater of the Kingdom of God, Ezekiel had a conversation with President Leon.

He raised his voice as if he were a real king, and his attitude was friendly, but his voice was full of majesty:

"It's a pleasure to speak with you, Your Excellency."

"I am King of the kingdom of God, Ezekiel."

"On behalf of the Kingdom of God, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to you, on behalf of the Kingdom of God, for the help of three of our inhabitants and the saving of their lives yesterday."

On the other end of the phone, Leon said as if he were a real king, and said mildly and politely:

"You're welcome, Your Majesty, uniting all the survivors has always been the purpose of our Federation of People."

His tone was gentle and firm.

"It is precisely because most of the people in the world are good and noble survivors like His Majesty the King and the inhabitants of the Kingdom of God that I have the confidence to rebuild our civilization."

After a high-sounding mutual praise, Ezekiel, a middle-aged man who was originally just a zoo keeper, couldn't stand it at first, and he talked with Leon for seven or eight minutes, and finally couldn't help but say his true purpose:

"Your Excellency, with all due respect, I have heard that your organization is willing to form trade relations with other survivor organizations, but I wonder if this is true."

Leon's voice paused for seven or eight seconds before he said slowly:

"That's true, Your Majesty, there are already some organizations that have joined my trade alliance, but not all of the survivor organizations are the ones that our human alliance unites."

Leon coughed lightly and said solemnly:

"Only those kind and noble survivor camps are worthy of trust and equal treatment by our people's association."

Ezekiel pondered for a few seconds and understood the meaning behind Leon's words before he spoke:

"Your Excellency, I'll be straightforward, I don't know if our Kingdom of God has the honor to be a trading partner with your organization."

This time, Leon's voice did not hesitate, as if he had already guessed Ezekiel's thoughts.

"Of course you can, hehe, it's better to say that our Federation of People welcomes the Kingdom of God to join our camp and become our partner."

He seemed to be silent for a second or two.

"It just so happens that I heard Michonne say that the inhabitants of the Kingdom of God are good at growing melons and fruits, raising livestock, and everyone is very industrious."

"Our New Jersey base had just been established and we needed to build facilities, and we were currently short of fresh vegetables and hard-working helpers."

"You can use these to exchange with us for the goods you need."

Ezekiel was silent for seven or eight seconds, and asked in a tentative tone:

"There should be no problem on our side, Your Excellency, but can we choose whatever we want when it comes to the commodities to trade?"

Leon smiled and said in a gentle voice:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we have almost all the resources in Georgia, basically anything you need, we can provide."

"And, as I guess, the goods you urgently need should be weapons and ammunition."

Speaking of this, his voice carried a little inexplicable meaning.

"No problem, as long as we are still striving for the same goal, everything else is trivial and we don't have to worry about it."

Ezekiel also laughed when he heard this, his mood relaxed, and he said happily:

"You have been so generous, Your Excellency."

"Rest assured, in New Jersey, we, the Kingdom of God, have become a staunch ally of the Human Federation to fight against external threats."

Lyons did not take a stand on the alliance that Ezekiel had climbed up the pole, but continued:

"Your Majesty, in about a week, we will send a new group of people to our stronghold in New Jersey."

"At that time, there will be a commissioner in charge of managing the stronghold, and you can discuss with him what specific goods the Kingdom of God wants to trade."

"Rest assured, as a transaction for the purpose of support, we don't ask for too much compensation."

After talking about business, the two leaders chatted about some information they had learned, and then ended the conversation.

Because of this meeting, the New Jersey People's Union Stronghold reached a friendly and cooperative relationship with the Kingdom of God, and with the help of these local survivors, the New Jersey stronghold has indeed received many benefits and entered a stage of rapid development.

——

At the same time, it is located in a resort near the Rocky Mountains in Virginia.

The Tersi siblings encounter a strange group of survivors.

There were seven of them, and they were escorting a special infected person from New York to California, on the border with Mexico.

It is said that there is a working virus research center there, and that the special infected person they are escorting, a man named Murphy, may well be the antidote hope to save all humanity.

Hearing this, the Tessi siblings, of course, did not let go, and they and the survivors of the Virginia stronghold warmly entertained the expeditionary force, and secretly reported the news to the satellite command center.

Leon, who received the news, was also very surprised, and he recalled the name of the expeditionary eight.

National Guard Captain Garnett, female team member Warren, Gunslinger Ten Thousand, Andy, Mike, Cassandra, Medic Doc, and Murphy, the infected.

Murphy, Murphy, Murphy.

Leon pronounced the name three times in his mouth, and suddenly remembered an American drama he had seen in his previous life, which was a work in the zombie drama trend that was set off after the broadcast of "The Walking Dead", called "Zombie Country".

There is nothing else to say about the show, which is the story of a group of protagonists escorting people infected with special infections, across the United States, to a laboratory in California, and finally discovering a larger conspiracy.

But the protagonist of that American drama is the special infected Murphy, after being injected by the researchers, this guy not only did not mutate into a zombie, nor did he become a human immune to the virus, but became a monster similar to a half-human and half-corpse.

In the end, not only did he give birth to a daughter, but he also awakened the ability to control zombies and became an existence similar to the king of zombies.

Thinking of this, Leon felt a headache.

He always thought that the world he was in should be the world of the American drama "The Walking Dead".

Why did the plot in "Zombie Country" suddenly pop up again?

Thinking about it, this incident made Leon very uneasy, although he himself did not act according to the plot of the American drama "The Walking Dead" at all, but he also did not want more strange changes in this world.

So, Leon directly connected to the communication device in the helmet of the Tersi brothers and sisters, and ordered:

"Tersi, Sasha, since there is a possibility that this group of people can save the entire human race, you will hold them back for the time being."

"Invite them to rest at the resort."

"I'll be bringing the rest of the people over right away and taking care of this myself."

After giving this order, Leon directly arranged the follow-up work for Avril and Amy, and then asked Daryl to take his 100 soldiers to the resort base in Virginia with the assistance of air forces.

At this time, the eight members of Murphy's expeditionary team were in a vacation villa, enjoying the free food provided by the Tessi siblings, and they were also discussing with each other about this stronghold.

Captain Garnett took a sip of expired beer and said:

"I think the people in this camp are not simple, they should not be ordinary people. What do you think? Warren. ”

His personality is relatively calm, he and the female team member Warren have been working together for a long time, and they also have a tacit understanding with each other, just a look, Warren knows what Garnett wants to say.

Warren nodded and added:

"Yes, that's what I thought too."

"Remember the zombies we followed when we first fled here?"

Warren glanced at the others as well and said:

"I roughly observed, and there were more than 30 zombies following us."

"Still, within a minute of us being here."

"They've been wiped out by the patrol soldiers who have come here."

Warren clasped his hands to his chest and said as he recalled:

"Their marksmanship is very accurate, and it should be the result of long-term training, especially the girl named Sasha."

"She took an assault rifle, used only one magazine, 30 rounds, and killed a dozen zombies in about a dozen seconds."

After Warren finished speaking, Ten Thousand who was sitting in the corner also interjected:

"I've also noticed that in the face of so many zombies suddenly rushing over, ordinary people will definitely be frightened by the six gods and masters."

"But the girl named Sasha is the same as the members of the patrol team, and her expression has not changed, indicating that they have no fear of these zombies."

Captain Garnett saw that several people were just analyzing the combat effectiveness of these people, and couldn't help but remind:

"Their skills are very good, but haven't you noticed, the equipment of those patrol soldiers is uniformly configured, and there is a sense of cooperation between them."

"Does that mean that they were soldiers in some unit, people in some organization?"

Captain Garnett's words made several other people fall into thought, but this did not affect Murphy's eating and drinking in the slightest, all the way from New York, the encounter of a group of them can be said to be very thrilling.

Along the way, I basically didn't eat anything good, not to mention that the end of the world has been more than two years, and most of the packaged food has begun to spoil and rot, and the taste has become extremely bad.

But here, you can still eat fresh barbecued meat and fluffy bread, which used to be very common for today's survivors, but now a treat.

After another sandwich and a french fry, Murphy touched his stomach, and the team members who escorted him were still discussing the situation in the colony.

couldn't help but complain and said:

"These survivors are strong enough, isn't it good?"

"We've been traveling for so long, spanning several states, and it's just right to recuperate here for a few days."

The doc, who acts as a military doctor and logistics manager, also nodded and said:

"We are not rich enough for food and ammunition."

"If you can get some supplies from here before leaving, the rest of the road will be smoother."

Mike, another male team member, raised his head and drank a bottle of expired beer, suddenly thought of something, and said:

"By the way, Captain Garnett, since the survivors here are so strong and well-equipped, why don't we invite them to join us to the virus lab in California?"

"It is not only our responsibility to save mankind, but only when everyone works together can we succeed."

Hearing Mike's idea, many people's eyes lit up, but the experienced National Guard captains Garnett and Warren felt that things were not so simple.

Not to mention that there are many survivors who have no combat effectiveness here and need their protection, even if these people are not dragged down, they may not be willing to carry out this task with a high probability of death for the sake of a small possibility.

While they were chatting, Tessi and Sasha arrived at the villa, and the siblings walked in with smiles on their faces, dressed in T-shirts and shorts suitable for sports, with pistols and cold weapons on their belts.

Seeing that the owner of the stronghold had arrived, the eight members of the expedition team and Murphy also quickly stood up and sincerely expressed their gratitude to the two.

Not only for their assistance before, but also for their hospitality now.

Then, the two groups sat down together and began a tentative chat, chatting and chatting, inevitably talking about Murphy.

Looking at Murphy, who has strange skin color and zombie bite marks on his chest and abdomen, but can still move freely, to be honest, Tersi and Sasha don't think it's too unusual.

After all, now the brother and sister are also infected with the zombie virus, and they must also suppress the activity of the virus by injecting virus inhibitors every month to continue to survive.

And unlike Murphy, there are no strange changes on their bodies, and the brother and sister look almost no different from ordinary people.

The two groups were chatting, and suddenly, as if he had heard some order, Tersey looked straight, and found an opportunity to say to Garnett and the others:

"Captain Garnett, ladies and gentlemen, our leader, His Excellency Lyons, the President of the Great Council, has heard of your affairs and wants to meet with you."

"In five minutes or so, he'll be here, and I hope you don't refuse."

Hearing Tercy's words, the eight members of the expedition team and Murphy were suddenly shocked, and their hearts began to be alert.

Garnett couldn't help but put his hand on the pistol on his waist, looked at Tercy with a solemn expression, and asked:

"President Leon?"

"Mr. Tercy, haven't we heard that the president of America has changed?"

"I think you'd better explain to us who you really are."

——

On the Chinook armed transport plane speeding in the sky, Leon sat opposite Daryl in a black guard armor, and his black helmet was placed on the seat next to him.

It's been nearly half a year since he went out on a mission, always staying in the base, and as a super strong fighter, in fact, Leon is always itching in his heart.

Many times, he wanted to put down his work and take the beautiful wives around him to go around the world to see the scenery he had never seen.

Unfortunately, as a leader, he always has a lot of work on his hands, and the people around him, who trust, admire, expect, respect, fear, or who look at him with all kinds of ideas, do not allow him to leave casually.

With a certain sense of excitement, Leon set his eyes on Darryl opposite.

In the blink of an eye, more than two years have passed.

The man in front of him has changed from the country boy who still looked immature to the brave commander who is now trusted.

Although this is inseparable from his reuse and promotion, Daryl's own ability and courage are also more important.

Speaking of which, he is almost thirty years old.

Thinking of this, Leon asked in a playful tone:

"Daryl, how are you getting along with the girl I introduced you last time?"

(End of chapter)