Transfer Mission

After successfully recruiting the survivors at St. Joseph's Nursing Home, the number of Umbrella Corporation employees suddenly increased by 36.

During the early days of the company, Leon handled everything personally. It took him several hours to interview everyone there.

Of those 36 people, 12 were elderly people incapable of working. Six of them could still barely move around independently, while the other six needed wheelchairs to survive.

Excluding the elderly, the remaining 24 people consisted of 17 men and 7 women. They were all ordinary people of the most common sort.

After searching through them, Leon had managed to find only five skilled workers: two nurses, one welder, one lathe operator, and one auto mechanic. They were all fairly ordinary workers.

The original leader here, Aji, was surprisingly capable. He brought six young people who were willing to fight into the Security Department, expanding the number of Warriors under Leon to double digits.

The remaining 13 people had neither the courage to fight nor any outstanding skills. They were all assigned to the Logistics Department, where they would be waiting for exhausting and monotonous labor like pack animals. Still, it was safe, wasn't it?

Leon was fairly satisfied with this result. If this had been a card-drawing game, it would have been as if he had spent not a single penny and received 36 free draws: one Blue Card, the combat-oriented Aji; five Green Cards, ordinary skilled workers; and 13 White Cards, laborers. There were also 12 Black Cards, the patients.

Although there were no S Cards or SSR Cards, the quantity was sufficient. It was practically free loot.

After finishing the personnel work, Leon had not even had time to rest when his beautiful assistant, Amy, came over with a notebook.

"Boss, I found a problem."

Leon smiled faintly. "What is it?"

"We drove five vehicles here from the Quarry, and Mr. Aji and the others have three vehicles. These eight vehicles can't possibly carry more than forty of us, not to mention the sick elderly people, who need the medical equipment here. That equipment will take up a lot of space."

"We need more trucks."

Leon looked at Amy in surprise. He had not expected the girl to think of this.

"You're right, Miss Amy. Thank you for reminding me." He pretended that he had not thought of it himself and praised his assistant.

Appropriate recognition would help his leeks grow strong and healthy.

"Please go and call Mr. Glenn and Mr. Aji over."

"Then count how many people here can drive trucks."

"All right, Mr. Castor." The pretty girl's lips curved into a smile as she left.

A few minutes later, Glenn and Aji came to Leon's side.

"Boss, what can we do for you?"

Leon greeted them warmly and said:

"Gentlemen, I have a mission for the two of you."

"You two are the most familiar with the terrain around here."

"Our team needs a large number of trucks."

"Please scout the locations of nearby trucks, and look for clear roads while you're at it."

"Don't engage in combat. Keep a low profile. You can observe from the rooftops of certain buildings. Your safety comes first."

"Find at least ten trucks. Discuss the specific details among yourselves."

"It is two in the afternoon. Complete the mission before dark. Can you do that?"

Glenn and Aji exchanged a glance, then drew a light breath and said:

"Yes, Boss. We'll complete it."

Leon nodded in satisfaction. He pulled two cigars from his pocket, tossed one to each of them, then patted them on the shoulders.

"Very good. Do your best. I'll record your contributions this time, and you'll receive the corresponding rewards once we return to base."

"Accumulate contributions, get promoted, and earn more money. I have high hopes for you two."

Watching the two men leave, Leon felt emotional. Having capable subordinates was wonderful; it saved him a great deal of effort.

Five minutes later, Miss Amy came over carrying a steaming cup of coffee and some pastries.

"Boss, I've finished counting. Of our 48 people, excluding the elderly and children, 30 can drive cars. Twelve can drive heavy trucks, and the other 18 can drive smaller vehicles."

"I also assigned Ms. Quinn to count everything of value in the Nursing Home. The Logistics Personnel will organize it before dinner."

The rate of car ownership in America was truly quite high. Cars were cheap, and basically every adult knew how to drive.

Enjoying the coffee and pastries Amy had brought him, Leon was quite satisfied. His assistant was smart and considerate. Even without his instructions, she knew what needed to be done.

"Very good, Miss Amy. Please notify the Merle brothers and have them bring the Combat Team to me."

"All right, Boss."

After a while, Merle and Daryl brought six combat personnel to Leon.

Merle was still as enthusiastic as ever. With a smile on his face, he called out:

"Boss, what can we do for you? Old Merle is always ready to serve you."

Daryl nodded somewhat stiffly at Leon without saying anything.

Leon wore a gentle smile and handed each person a cigar. He caught a faint whiff of alcohol on Merle and guessed that he had been drinking a little earlier, but said nothing about it.

"There's expected to be a battle tomorrow. Today, I'll take everyone out to learn how to fight these Zombies."

"Go get your equipment. Assemble at the rear entrance in ten minutes."

Everyone was somewhat confused, but they still answered in unison:

"All right, Boss."

Ten minutes later, Leon had changed into leather clothing suitable for exercise. Carrying his weapons, he met up with the Combat Team on the street behind the Nursing Home.

He casually surveyed the area, then led everyone to the ruins of a construction site.

The ruins were not large. Rubble and stones were piled across them, while tall walls surrounded the area, blocking passage. More than 30 Zombies wandered nearby.

Leon nodded, feeling that this place was perfect. He turned to the Combat Team and said:

"Watch from here. Don't take action. See how I deal with the Zombies."

Four days had passed since he came to this world. He had gradually adapted to the apocalypse. Since he had no need to worry about the Zombie Virus, he no longer felt much fear toward these monsters. What he felt instead was disgust and hatred from the bottom of his heart.

Under the watchful eyes of the other combat members, Leon pulled a stuffed toy from his pocket and threw it into a corner of the ruins.

When the stuffed toy hit the ground, cheerful children's music rang out.

"Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way!"

The more than 30 Zombies on the ruins were involuntarily drawn toward the music. Their movements halted, and they began moving toward the corner one after another.

Leon stood where he was, pulled a silenced pistol from his waist, and held it level before his eyes. He moved while firing at the Zombies' heads.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

Twelve bullets blew apart the heads of nine Zombies.

After emptying one magazine, he calmly replaced it with another.

Keeping a distance of roughly ten meters from the Zombies, Leon's accuracy reached about seventy percent.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

After firing two magazines, more than a dozen Zombies had fallen.

At this point, some of the Zombies heard the disturbance and reacted. They turned toward Leon, their eyes seeming to shoot out viciousness and greed.

Leon remained expressionless. He slid the pistol into his waistband and pulled a machete more than a meter long from his back.

Watching the approaching Zombies, the strange energy within Leon's body slowly circulated. He suddenly swept the machete sideways, chopping off the heads of the two nearest Zombies, then used the momentum to hack downward and split another Zombie's skull.

After killing three Zombies in succession, Leon did not recklessly charge forward. Instead, taking advantage of the Zombies' difficulty turning around, he circled halfway around the horde and found two isolated Zombies on the outskirts, killing them with precise attacks.

With the open terrain and the Zombies' clumsy movements, they could not even touch the hem of Leon's clothes. After circling around a few times, another five Zombies were individually killed by Leon.

After alternating between the pistol and machete, only seven of the more than 30 Zombies remained. They had clustered together, still chasing Leon and trying to tear him apart without the slightest fear or hesitation.

Leon did not continue fighting with the machete. He took careful aim and hurled it like a spear, piercing one monster's brain. Then, after observing for a few seconds, he found a platform more than a meter high and vaulted up onto it.

On the platform, he waited at his leisure for the Zombies to surround it.

Without any footholds, these mindless monsters could not climb onto the platform. They desperately crowded together, stretching out their arms and grabbing wildly and helplessly at Leon.

Standing on the platform, Leon took out his pistol again and calmly replaced the magazine. Like shooting at stationary targets, he fired one shot per Zombie, every bullet blowing apart a head, until all the Zombies were dead.

After the battle ended, Leon leisurely lit a cigar. Under the Combat Team's admiring, fearful, and disbelieving gazes, he walked over to them.

His tone was utterly unconcerned, as if he had merely brushed away a pile of dust, when he said:

"This is the first lesson. I want you to understand that these monsters aren't frightening. They're slow, completely unintelligent, and can only tear at you with their teeth."

"Other than the highly lethal virus, their combat ability is even inferior to that of a wild dog."

"Don't be afraid of them. As long as you use the right methods, every one of you can kill dozens or even hundreds of this kind of trash."