Following an order, dozens of people in the warehouse took out their walker masks and put them on their heads. At the same time, they also placed a tattered straw cloth over the outside of their bulletproof vests. The bloodstains not only served as camouflage, but also covered their weapons and equipment.
Jason watched all of this in silence. Although more than half of these people were just ordinary civilians before the end of the world, with the training of the past few months, everyone could perform well and were now more prepared than any other survivors today.
People looked at each other's attire and secretly nodded. If they were outside, it would be very hard to know whether the other person was really a walker.
Jason left the warehouse and a group of people quickly disappeared around the corner of the town.
About forty minutes later, a large horde of walkers appeared in the south of the town. At the front of the tide were some hooded members of the group; as soon as they entered the town, they walked straight toward the enemy base without hesitation.
At the head of the horde were Nick and Victor, along with some other trusted members. Ever since Nick's sister had left with Deanna to the Commonwealth, he wanted to be much more active in Jason's organization.
The street soon became infested with the horde of walkers, and at the corner of the other street, not far from the gate of the Saviors' base, dozens of people silently gathered and waited.
Looking at the watch on his wrist, the time had come. By night, the outside was once again completely dark, and the square of the enemy base was also pitch-black, with only a few windows flickering with light.
"Ahh!"
There were bursts of roars from walkers in the distance, and the sound could only be heard more than a hundred meters away.
"Let's go!"
Pulling their hoods over their heads, a group of more than eighty people ran toward the main entrance under the cover of night. Some figures could be seen at the enemy base, but this was not a major problem. The enemy's security was very weak, so there were many blind spots they could use to attack.
Besides, this group of people would not take control until the morning; they had plenty of time, and after making a few gestures behind him, Jason leapt over the wall and slipped alone into the courtyard.
His cloak was made of black cloth and fit close to his body, so it did not affect his mobility. The watchtower was in a corner, and with his black clothing, he was like a God of death touching the enemy in the darkness.
Jason knew it clearly: eliminate his enemies before they became a problem. As he jumped over the fence of the enemy base, he raised his silenced M4 and fired three times within seconds.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The three guards fell in less than a minute, just before the horde of walkers was about to enter their line of sight. A few minutes later, the sound of a bolt being pulled came from the gate of the Saviors' base, and then the door creaked slightly open.
After signaling his group, dozens of people approached along the side of the courtyard after entering the square.
Jason had already been in this abandoned factory. He had studied it and asked someone to draw up some blueprints under the pretext of wanting to build something interesting later, but he knew it was because an enemy would one day be confronted in this very place.
Since this was a factory, it was surrounded by large workshops, with only a small brick building in the center.
Jason's target was a large workshop on the side, and his group quickly moved to the workshop's door while keeping along the wall. Then everyone heard the roars of walkers coming from beyond the wall.
There were also two guards standing at the workshop door. The two were chatting at that moment and did not notice that dozens of pairs of eyes were watching them not far away in the darkness. Suddenly, one man seemed to hear something. He was about to check when objects struck their foreheads at high speed.
Bang! Bang!
With muffled gunshots, the two fell directly to the ground. It was Jason who had fired again, and no one behind him spoke to stop him. All these people understood the overall situation: if the enemy didn't die, they themselves would die at the enemy's hands. Death, an unforeseen death, always came from the enemy. At this moment, they had to be extremely careful, because even if there were walkers outside, their position was not very safe and anyone could shoot them at any moment.
At that moment, walkers began to pour in through the broken gate, and they rushed to reach the factory door. The gate here was two double doors, and the left one had a smaller door for two people to go in and out.
At that moment, the gate was tightly locked with a thick iron chain, but the smaller door at the side was not locked, only secured with an iron bolt.
Removing the iron bolt, Jason violently pushed the door open, and the interior scene appeared before everyone.
They must have heard a strange noise outside the door. At this moment, several people inside had gathered by the door, as if trying to listen to what was happening outside, but were startled by the sudden opening of the door.
Ezekiel's iconic thick dreadlocks appeared first, and then the movement of people's ears toward the door lasted only a moment before they suddenly jumped back. When they saw the person approaching, everyone screamed.
"Damn it! Why did a traveler come here?"
Looking back at the door, seeing that the group of corpses had already entered the courtyard, Jason quickly made a silent gesture to remind them.
"Quiet! Shut up! It's me, my King!"
Hearing the familiar voice, several people were stunned. Just as they were about to take a closer look, they saw someone walking directly in, followed by a large group of people, all wearing the same outfits and carrying high-caliber weapons in their hands.
A group of people quickly entered the warehouse and then closed the door. Then the leader of the group grabbed them by the neck and pulled off their hoods.
"For God's sake! It's you guys!"
Jason looked at these people in the room with a smile, greeted briefly, and then quickly scanned them, soon realizing that something was wrong.
Why were there so many people? Far from the 200 he had originally planned for—there were at least 300 people in this warehouse now!
However, time was running out, and he had no time to ask in detail. Looking at the people around him, he quickly began to explain the current situation.
"Listen carefully, we have lured a huge horde of walkers and completely surrounded this place. Now we must leave here immediately. As for the method, I don't have time to explain in detail. I only need you to do exactly as I ask. Do you understand?"
As he lowered his voice, Glenn and Daryl, on the other side, dropped the two huge suitcases from their backs. The luggage seemed very heavy and made two muffled thuds before they opened them.
Ezekiel and the others took a closer look and discovered it was walker helmets, exactly the same as the ones these people were wearing on their faces.
...
Andy was an ordinary survivor in Hilltop. Just a few days ago, his friend was shot dead by a group of thugs who suddenly arrived. Although he was very angry, he could only bow his head under the cold barrel of the other side's gun.
In this way, he was locked up in the enemy's base. For several days, the other side had been torturing them, only giving them a little food every day and urging everyone to hurry up and eat. Everyone was starving and dizzy.
Not only that, but the other side forced them to work, reclaiming wastelands to farm and raise livestock, all of which were looted from them.
There was a group of women among the survivors. Everyone had heard worse things. Most of the men under their control had been killed by the enemies. Only a few relatively obedient ones remained. Just yesterday, these bastards killed again. The reason was that someone from Hilltop complained with just a few words that there wasn't enough food.
Now that he had gradually discovered the enemy's routine, he dared not have any thoughts of resistance, much less create any friction with any of their gunmen. Even a small quarrel would cause the opponent to shoot without hesitation.
Just when he thought he would slowly become a slave, a group of people appeared, wearing walker masks and black cloaks, and even from a few meters away one could smell the unique stench of walkers. The smell of corpses—but it was these people who gave them hope.
Especially after the person leading the group removed his mask, Andy recognized him immediately.
Jason, the leader of a powerful organization!