Trap Truck

September 18, Georgia, the outskirts of Richmond County.

Across the broad, silent outskirts, a convoy of more than a dozen vehicles sped along. At the front was a black modified heavy jeep, followed by four Military Trucks, with eight large cargo trucks bringing up the rear.

Leon smoked a cigar as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand, dodging obstacles in the road while maintaining a breakneck speed.

In the passenger seat, Kevira held an M41 assault rifle in both hands. She hunched slightly, extended the muzzle outside the vehicle, and fired single shots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

She wore a Red and White Tight Stab-Resistant Suit. Her marksmanship was incredibly accurate. Any Zombie that approached within thirty meters of the jeep was instantly killed. Every time she fired, her fiery red ponytail trembled slightly with the gunshot.

As Leon drove, he watched the girl's full, graceful curves. The flesh pressed into oval shapes against her arms constantly drew his attention despite himself.

Less than a month after recovering, the girl had already restored her body to the condition it had been in before her injury.

Her healthy, wild body radiated feminine allure at all times.

She was indeed extremely competitive. After Leon recruited her into the Security Department, she immediately challenged every member. Whether in hand-to-hand combat or firearms, there was not a single person who could defeat her.

This left the burly men of the Security Department extremely embarrassed, and even their usual training became more intense.

After emptying three magazines in succession without missing a single shot, Kevira had hit the head on most of them. With a slightly arrogant smile on her lips, she casually tossed the smoking rifle onto the back seat, winked at Leon smugly, and said:

"How was that? I didn't lie to you, did I? I told you a long time ago that my marksmanship was excellent."

"Although you can easily defeat me in hand-to-hand combat, if we were enemies, you would definitely be shot dead by me first."

Leon remained expressionless as he said:

"Girl, you should have seen how quickly I learn. I've only been using guns for three months. I believe that after another six months, you won't be my match in marksmanship either."

A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"Besides, your attitude is getting a little arrogant. Doesn't your butt hurt anymore? Looks like I didn't hit hard enough yesterday."

Kevira instinctively covered her own butt. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and a trace of allure appeared in her sky-blue eyes.

"Hmph, that's because you're a monster. In three months, your physical abilities have improved by at least one level compared to the last time I saw you. Training alone could never produce that kind of result. I know what I'm talking about in this area."

Leon did not continue the topic. Instead, he changed the subject and asked:

"That Wex Outdoor Supply Center you mentioned—is it the largest gun store in Georgia?"

Kevira nodded. Somehow, she had found a yellow sun hat and put it on. She explained:

"You outsiders might not know this, but all the large gun stores in America are located outside towns. Their names aren't usually that obvious, either. They're generally called outdoor supply centers."

"This Wex Outdoor Supply Center is privately owned. I've been there several times. They usually have around two thousand long guns in stock, and a few more handguns—about five thousand. There are many of them, and a wide variety, but their actual value is no more than a hundred million dollars."

"Of course, since it's called an outdoor supply store, it sells more than just guns. All kinds of bows and crossbows, outdoor tools, camping equipment, and some military equipment legally permitted for sale can be found there."

Leon nodded, a trace of doubt rising in his heart. Three months had already passed, and he had no idea how much of the equipment inside had been taken by others.

However, Leon's doubts soon vanished.

Outside a massive building bearing the sign Wex Outdoor Supply Center, countless abandoned vehicles and several thousand Zombies had gathered densely together. From a distance, they formed a dark, sprawling mass. There probably were no survivors brave enough to go there and take the supplies.

Leon was considering how to deal with the Zombies when he suddenly felt a soft, warm touch against his arm, along with a fresh, lemon-like fragrance.

Kevira pressed her body against his arm. A seductive glint appeared at the corners of her eyes as she asked with a light laugh:

"Great master, what are you planning to do?"

Leon ignored her verbally. Instead, he picked up the Walkie-Talkie in the vehicle and said:

"Black Ant Unit, move out!"

Upon hearing their boss's order, the eight large cargo trucks at the rear of the convoy quickly drove to the front. They then turned around one after another and reversed toward the horde side by side.

When they were less than fifty meters from the horde, the rear doors of the cargo trucks automatically rolled upward, revealing their empty cargo compartments.

The Zombies also heard the sounds of the trucks behind them and turned their attention to the eight enormous vehicles.

At that moment, extremely lively music rang out from the cargo compartments. It was "Jingle Bells," a song every American knew.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!"

The obvious, thunderous sound immediately excited the nearby Zombies. They scrambled into the cargo compartments. In less than half a minute, more than sixty Zombies had crowded inside, like chicks returning to their coop.

Clang!

The heavy iron doors suddenly dropped and sealed shut, cutting off the path between the Zombies inside and those outside.

A few seconds later, a tremendous buzzing suddenly rang out inside the cargo compartment. Three High-Power Rotating Meat Cleavers, resembling electric fans, slowly descended from the roof. Their cutting range covered nearly the entire compartment.

The Zombies inside grew excited again when they heard the noise above them. They waved their hands, tilted their heads back, and stared at the enormous cleavers descending slowly while roaring in their terrifying voices.

Then, within a dozen seconds, their heads were chopped into pieces by the cleavers.

About two minutes later, the rear doors of the cargo trucks opened again. Conveyor belts at the bottoms of the compartments began to move, ejecting dozens of headless corpses and clearing out the spacious cargo areas.

After completing one cycle, the drivers moved the trucks slightly forward, making it easier for the Zombies that followed to enter.

The Zombies felt no fear at all. In just a few dozen seconds, they filled the cargo compartments once more.

And so it went: they crawled into the cargo compartments, headless corpses were expelled, they crawled into the cargo compartments, and headless corpses were expelled.

Each cycle, the eight cargo trucks took away several hundred Zombies. Gradually, after more than a dozen cycles, the Zombies could no longer rush forward as quickly as the trucks could process them. The densely packed horde had already been reduced by about half.

All that remained were eight rectangular mounds made up of countless headless corpses, shocking the minds of everyone present.

Kevira's eyes shone as she exhaled softly and said:

"What a clever method. If this approach could be widely implemented, then even if there were billions of Zombies across the world, humanity could still achieve victory."

Standing on Leon's other side, Colonel William wore an expression of shock, delight, and fury.

The middle-aged officer could not help slapping himself across the face until the corner of his mouth bled. He growled in a low voice, "Damn it! Bastards! This could have been handled with such a simple method. Why couldn't the military think of it? Why couldn't I think of it?"

"So many brave soldiers died needlessly!"