Shaxi Town, Kloster Chemical Plant.
Leon had a Remington 700 Police Sniper Rifle braced against his shoulder as he lay on the roof of a small building seven or eight hundred meters from the Chemical Plant. The center of his scope was aimed directly at a strong, bald white man.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he held his breath and adjusted the muzzle according to the wind direction, gravity, and distance.
Bang!
A crisp gunshot rang out.
Through the scope, a bright spray of blood burst from the bald white man's thigh.
Click!
The ferocious-looking man immediately fell to the ground, clutching his thigh and howling. His companions were so startled that they immediately ducked behind different forms of cover and looked around wildly.
Damn! I'm still not skilled enough.
Although he had found time to practice with a sniper rifle and fired more than a hundred rounds, he still could not hit his targets precisely. He had originally been aiming for the bald man's head.
But it did not matter. When had street thug-level Raiders ever experienced being shot at by a sniper rifle?
At a distance of seven or eight hundred meters, they were already under pistol-range suppression. Even if they discovered him, they could not pose any threat to Leon.
Beep! Merle's voice came through the Walkie-Talkie.
"Boss, I heard your gunshots. Do you need us to launch the attack immediately?"
Leon ejected the steaming cartridge, swung the muzzle around, and aimed the scope at a foolish-looking thug hiding behind a wooden board.
"Don't move yet. Stay hidden and wait for my command."
Merle's voice was not tense at all. In fact, it even carried a hint of excitement.
"Understood, Boss. Old Merle awaits your command."
Bang!
Another crisp gunshot rang out.
Leon was exceptionally lucky with this shot. The bullet pierced through the wooden board and straight through the thug's neck, taking a large chunk of flesh with it.
Blood sprayed more than a meter away with a splattering sound. The tattoo-covered thug clutched his neck and lay on the ground, letting out desperate hissing cries.
This was Leon's first time killing someone. Perhaps because it was a long-distance kill, he felt no negative emotions at all. Instead, he felt an excited thrill at being superior to other living beings.
After reloading once more and swinging the muzzle around, Leon's arm was steady as a rock, and the scope did not tremble in the slightest.
This time, his target was a middle-aged thug in his forties with dyed green hair.
A vicious skull tattoo covered his face. Perhaps terrified by the helpless slaughter of his companion, he crawled toward the building with a twisted expression and trembling body, completely unaware that he had already left the protection of his cover.
Bang!
The third gunshot!
This time, his aim was slightly off. The bullet shot into the green-haired thug's right wrist with a whoosh, blasting flesh into the air. His entire palm was flung several meters away and landed at the feet of another thug. Yet another wretch began howling desperately on the floor.
Leon reloaded and took aim again, but the remaining three Raiders had learned their lesson. They lay firmly behind the obstacles, not daring to move even an inch.
After waiting for a minute and seeing that the three had no intention of coming out even if beaten to death, Leon swung the muzzle around and aimed once more at the strong bald man who had been shot in the thigh and was still howling desperately.
According to the prisoner's information, this man was Emden, the so-called junior leader of the Fire Bull Gang. He had been imprisoned many times and had committed numerous murders—a genuine villain.
Even if he captured someone like this alive, Leon would not let him live.
He held his breath and aimed for several seconds.
Bang!
The fourth gunshot.
The bullet struck the man directly in the chest and abdomen, blowing open a massive bloody hole.
His howls stopped abruptly. As if fear had overwhelmed everything else, a blond thug in his twenties with a deranged expression suddenly stood up from behind his cover. He raised his pistol and fired wildly, his mouth opening and closing rapidly as if he were cursing furiously.
Leon showed him no mercy. With the fifth gunshot, the young thug clutched the bloody hole blasted through his stomach and fell backward with a howl. He soon stopped breathing.
Of the eight thugs who had taken part in the ambush, two had been lost in Atlanta, three had died here, and another had lost his palm. Their ability to resist had essentially vanished.
Leon thought for a moment. Their leader was already dead, and in the apocalypse, human lives were the most precious thing of all. Even if he captured them and made them slaves, that was still better than letting them become Zombies.
He did not continue slaughtering them. Instead, he took out his Walkie-Talkie and said:
"Merle, you can go in and capture them now. Be careful. You can accept their surrender, but kill them immediately if they resist."
"I'll provide cover from a distance."
Several seconds passed before Merle's somewhat dejected voice came through.
"Boss, you're too powerful. You only fired a few shots, and they completely lost their fighting spirit. We didn't even get a chance to show what we could do."
Leon chuckled and said:
"Don't worry. Our main enemies are still the Zombies. I don't want to make humanity, which is already scarce, even scarcer."
You weren't this merciful when you were killing people just now, Merle silently grumbled inwardly before saying:
"Understood, Boss. We're moving in!"
"Mm. Stay safe."
Through the scope, Leon noticed that Umbrella Corporation's Combat Squad had begun surrounding the inside of the Chemical Plant.
Ten sturdy men equipped with Bulletproof Vests and protective clothing, each holding an automatic assault rifle, surrounded two low-level thugs who were lying behind cover and did not dare move. The two had only pistols in their hands, so the outcome was obvious.
Leon stayed alert throughout in case anything went wrong. Only after Merle and the others had tied up all three surviving thugs did he slowly leave the rooftop where he had been hiding and walk toward the occupied Chemical Plant.
Merle was already familiar with the procedures that followed. Without needing Leon to give any instructions, he led his people in thoroughly searching the Chemical Plant.
The food had already been consumed, and there were very few living supplies left. In a Warehouse, Merle found thirteen survivors who had been tied up tightly: three children, two elderly people, and eight adults.
They had probably been starved for several days, and every one of them was extremely weak. Two of the younger women were disheveled and bore obvious signs of having been assaulted.
Although their condition was miserable, it had not exceeded their expectations.
Besides that, they found nearly a hundred tons of Fertilizer and various Chemical Raw Materials in the factory. What interested Leon most was the Sulfur. Based on his limited knowledge of chemistry, it should be one of the important raw materials for making Gunpowder.
The distance was thirty kilometers, so there was no need to transport it back immediately.
After taking possession of all the supplies belonging to these Raiders, Leon recorded the coordinates and returned to Umbrella Corporation's base with the weakened survivors.
Amy had already been waiting obediently in the Reception Hall on the first floor. Leon briefly explained the situation to her, and the increasingly proficient assistant immediately arranged everything that needed to be done.
Storing the supplies, receiving the injured, arranging food and lodging, registering the relevant information—everything was organized in perfect order.
Leon did not concern himself with these minor matters. He had complete confidence in Amy's abilities.
Today had been a busy day. All kinds of matters had arrived one after another, and before he knew it, dusk was approaching. He had already kept Shane and the others waiting all day. It was time to go see them.
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