Meanwhile, Atlanta.
In this city shrouded in the shadow of apocalypse, silence and desolation are everywhere. Abandoned vehicles and debris litter the streets, and the walls of the buildings are covered with mottled marks, as if telling of the chaos and disaster of the past. A group of heavily armed men shuttled through the alleys of Atlanta.
The group, clad in heavy protective gear and armed with various weapons, advanced with slow but steady steps. Their eyes revealed a vigilant and cautious expression, constantly monitoring their surroundings, never missing a single corner where danger might lurk. Soon, the group reached the alleyway leading to the two rooftops where Xu Mo had massacred the previous day.
As they approached the entrance of the alley, their pace unconsciously slowed. A foul odor filled the air, causing people to frown. "Governor, this is it!"
The leader at the front leaned forward slightly and called out in a low voice. There was a hint of nervousness in his eyes, as if he was afraid of disturbing something hidden in the darkness. Soon, a tall man called the Governor approached him.
The Governor walked slowly and steadily to the leader's side. He stood tall and straight, his eyes piercing and penetrating, as if he could see through everything. Then a look of shock appeared on his face.
The Governor's eyes widened in disbelief. His mouth dropped open, as if speechless at the sight. The alley was filled with the bodies of zombies, so densely packed they were nearly a man's height.
His gaze swept over the pile of zombie corpses, and a strong shock surged in his heart. These zombies were piled up layer upon layer, emitting a sickening stench, like a small mountain of death. "Gavin, did you see who did this yesterday?" The Governor asked the man beside him.
The Governor leaned slightly to the side, his eyes fixed on Gavin, his gaze full of inquiry. His voice was deep and powerful, as if he was issuing an unquestionable order. The man called Gavin shook his head:
Gavin's head spun rapidly from side to side, a look of helplessness in his eyes. He looked frustrated, annoyed at his inability to provide any useful information. "No, yesterday, when my team and I were exploring the city, we only heard a constant barrage of rifle fire. The zombies were drawn to it."
Gavin frowned slightly, recalling yesterday's scene, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. His voice trembled slightly, as if he was still frightened by the intense gunfire. "That burst of gunfire lasted nearly twenty minutes, but judging by the variety and intensity of the gunfire, it was probably only about a squad."
Gavin narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to extract more information from his memory. His fingers gently moved in the air, as if simulating the rhythm and density of gunfire. The Governor nodded as he listened to Gavin's words. A hint of madness flashed in his eyes as he watched the scene before him, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.
The Governor nodded slightly, a hint of enthusiasm flashing in his eyes. His lips curled up slowly, revealing a strange smile, as if he had seen a rare opportunity. He then looked at his subordinate named Gavin beside him and said, "I heard that you reached a deal with a survivor camp in Atlanta yesterday. What are their details and how many people are there?"
The Governor once again fixed his gaze on Gavin, his eyes filled with a thirst for information. His gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing Gavin's heart and extracting all the information he desired. Gavin spoke, "There are quite a few of them, perhaps sixty or seventy, but most of them are elderly and unable to move. There are only about a dozen strong and young men who can fight."
Gavin swallowed, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. He knew this information was crucial to the Governor, and he couldn't afford to conceal or make any mistakes. "How are the weapons?" the Governor continued.
A flicker of anxiety flashed in the Governor's eyes, and his voice rose slightly. He was particularly concerned about the weapons, knowing full well that they were crucial to the upcoming operation. Gavin continued, "There were guns, but not many, maybe six or seven, all pistols. The rest were armed with baseball bats, knives, clubs, and the like."
Gavin frowned, carefully recalling the details of his encounter with the survivors' camp. A hint of uncertainty flashed in his eyes, fearing his answer might be wrong. "Where are the supplies?" the Governor uttered simply.
The Governor's eyes gleamed with greed, his tone thick with impatience. His desire for supplies was palpable, as if he saw a mountain of supplies beckoning him. "Supplies should be plentiful. If we offer a pistol, they'll be willing to exchange a large amount of medicine and food for us," Gal said again.
Gavin's eyes flickered with excitement, and his voice rose slightly. Thinking of the abundant supplies at the survivors' camp, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for the upcoming operation. The Governor smiled upon hearing this, raised two fingers, and gestured, "Lead the way. We'll go over there and collect those supplies."
The Governor's smile widened, a sly look in his eyes. He raised two fingers, gesturing for progress, as if already securing the supplies. "Yes," Gavin nodded, and began to lead the way.
Gavin nodded vigorously, a look of determination in his eyes. He turned and walked at the front of the group with determined steps, guiding the Governor towards the survivors' camp. However, after taking a step, he looked at the Governor with some hesitation and said, "Governor, I have something else to tell you, but I'm not sure if I should tell you."
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