Flesh Camouflage

After teaching them the first lesson, Leon could clearly feel that the Combat Team's attitude toward him had changed.

Before this, they might have regarded him merely as a boss, a leader, while not truly submitting to him in their hearts.

But after Leon had personally slaughtered more than thirty Zombies right in front of them, everyone began treating him as a genuine strongman, someone they could rely on. No one dared harbor the slightest doubt anymore.

Obeying the strong was everyone's instinct. The more a person relied on violence, the more they submitted to it.

"Come with me and watch how I do this."

Leon took several black one-piece raincoats, masks, gloves, and towels from one of his men, along with several wooden masks. They had all been found in the Nursing Home.

He led everyone to the area of the ruins with the most Zombie corpses. Under their astonished gazes, he put on the gloves and mask, then used a machete to cut open a Zombie's stomach.

"Zombies rely on hearing and sight to sense their surroundings, but their senses have already been damaged. They're only interested in objects that make a lot of noise or move very quickly."

"As long as we move as slowly as they do and make no sound, we won't attract too much attention."

"Zombies have a fairly sensitive sense of smell. As long as they're within three to five meters, they can easily distinguish living people from their own kind."

"If you get too close, they'll notice you."

"But they can't distinguish the smell of their own kind."

"So..."

While teaching everyone about Zombies, Leon used a towel to reach deep into the Zombie's corpse and soak up its bodily fluids.

These monsters had been rotting for dozens of days, and their stench was extraordinarily fishy and revolting. Even with a mask on, the smell was still unbearable.

Fortunately, Doctor Leon's memories include a similar experience. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to do this.

Leon evenly smeared the towel, soaked in foul red-black bodily fluids, over a black one-piece raincoat and a mask.

The bodily fluids from one corpse weren't enough, so he did another.

By the time he had finished smearing everything, the black raincoat and mask had become camouflage items covered in black-red liquid.

"So, as long as our bodies are covered in their smell, masking our original scent, and we move as slowly as they do without making a sound, they won't be able to distinguish between us."

"This is the second lesson: Flesh Camouflage."

Leon looked at the people around him, their faces pale from the stench, and said:

"To stay alive, to protect ourselves and our families, and for humanity's future, we cannot fear or shrink from any difficulty."

"Today, stand here and watch from a distance. Pay close attention and learn. This is an extremely practical form of camouflage. In the future, it may very well save your lives and help you escape a Zombie horde."

The raincoat and mask smelled unbearable. Leon forced down his discomfort and put them on, wrapping his entire body inside them. Apart from his eyes, not a single patch of skin or flesh was left exposed.

If I weren't trying to establish my authority and image, and teach my men how to use this method, I wouldn't wear these stinking clothes.

Damn! They stink to high heaven.

Once we get back to the Nursing Home, I'm going to take a good bath. It'd be great if pretty little Amy could help wash me.

Grumbling inwardly, Leon finished putting everything on and slowly walked out toward the street. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he gradually approached a group of roughly five corpses in the distance.

Hearing the movement, the Zombies merely turned their heads and glanced at Leon. Then, as if they had noticed nothing, they stood there blankly.

That sight made the hearts of everyone in the distant Combat Team leap into their throats.

Damn, that scared me.

This isn't going to fail, is it?

Leon's heartbeat also quickened under their watchful eyes. This was his first time doing something like this, but fortunately, everything went smoothly. The camouflage had worked.

After standing still for a few seconds, Leon slowly moved to the side and rear of a Zombie. In a blind spot outside the attention of the other Zombies, he slowly drew a dagger.

Once he had chosen the right moment, he braced the Zombie's back with his left hand and brought his right hand around in front of its face, then viciously plunged the dagger into its eye socket.

Pfft!

There was only a faint sound of flesh being cut. They didn't howl. Without making much noise, it became a corpse.

Leon slowly lowered the Zombie's body to the ground without making a sound. Then he chose another Zombie and slowly approached it, repeating the same process. In just a few minutes, he had killed all five Zombies.

When he returned to the others, Leon hurriedly stripped off the stinking clothes and threw them onto the ground.

After recovering for two minutes, he turned to everyone and said:

"Did you see that? With this method, we can not only assassinate Zombies, scout for information, and scavenge supplies—we can even guide Zombies from one place to another, as long as we use the right approach."

Leon looked at them with an encouraging, expectant gaze and said:

"You were the earliest members to join the Security Department. As long as you're loyal enough and make sufficient contributions to the company, you'll have a very good chance of becoming squad leaders, battalion leaders, or even Department Heads."

"I'm a generous boss."

"As long as you have the ability and enough loyalty, you'll receive generous rewards."

After drawing them a grand picture, Leon looked at Merle and Daryl. Pointing at the remaining raincoats and masks on the ground, he said:

"Captain Merle, Vice Captain Daryl, as the leaders of the Combat Team, please demonstrate this for your men."

"Let your men see what you're capable of."

Daryl swept his gaze over his teammates, nodded at Leon, and drew a dagger from his waist without saying a word. He picked a Zombie and began gutting it.

Merle, meanwhile, bowed slightly to Leon, then turned around and gave his men a hearty laugh. With a thoroughly roguish air, he scratched his crotch and said viciously:

"You little brats, you really did run into a good boss—one willing to teach you survival skills personally."

"Old Merle never had luck like this before. Thank God for it. If you ever dare betray Mr. Leon or do anything that harms Mr. Leon, Old Merle will definitely find you, kill you, pull out your intestines, and torture you mercilessly."

"I mean every word."

Leon was surprised inwardly. When his gaze met Merle's, he showed a satisfied expression and nodded at him approvingly.

Who would've thought? That old thug Merle actually has this kind of emotional intelligence. He volunteered to play the villain, leaving the reputation and benefits to me.

Hmm, not bad. Not bad.

I can invest more in developing him. Perhaps he can become a loyal attack dog in the future.

Having received his boss's praise, Merle smiled, found a Zombie corpse, pulled a dagger from inside his clothes, and began dissecting the corpse with practiced movements.

Facts had proven that a ruthless man was still a ruthless man.

The Dixon brothers didn't use the raincoats at all. Wearing only gloves, they smeared the Zombies' blood and flesh over their bodies and clothes without changing expression.

Each holding a dagger, they used ambushes and worked together with perfect understanding. They effortlessly killed eight Zombies.

Ferocious, vicious, ruthless toward their enemies, and even more ruthless toward themselves—the brothers' savage appearance successfully intimidated the other members of the team.

"There will be a battle tomorrow. I'll teach you the third lesson then."

"Remember what you learned today. Think carefully about how you should fight in the future."

After the lesson ended, Leon led the Combat Team members back to the Nursing Home. He didn't bother with anything else and immediately took a bath, washing the stench of rotting corpses from his body.

Perhaps he would gradually get used to it in the future, but right now, he truly couldn't stand the disgusting smell.