Chapter 88: Glenn
The "soldiers" stepped forward two paces. One of them immediately removed his face mask, revealing the youthful Asian face underneath.
It was Glenn. Glenn jumped twice, waved his hand, and shouted joyfully: "Merle! Merle, open the gate quickly!"
Glenn had never imagined there'd be a day he'd be so happy to see Merle.
Sure enough.
Merle froze for a moment, then let out a hoarse laugh. "Glenn, you Dragon Kingdom kid, how come it's you?"
Hearing Merle call his ancestry wrong again, the smile on Glenn's face dropped.
Several others also removed their face masks.
Rip, Rick, Jimmy, and an unfamiliar Black man.
Merle stopped inquiring. He turned to the dumbfounded Wayne and said: "Sorry, they're our people."
"Trouble you to take your people down first. We're about to open the gate."
Wayne's several subordinates all looked toward Wayne. Wayne was still somewhat dazed. He truly hadn't expected that Caesar's ranch people weren't even all of Caesar's forces.
They'd used only a portion of their military strength to completely dominate the entire Black Pine Valley.
If Leon's ranch had decided this morning to be enemies with Caesar and them, if they'd really fought—Wayne didn't dare imagine how miserably he'd die.
"Boss?" A subordinate softly called out. Only then did Wayne come to his senses.
He looked back at Merle, smiling obsequiously: "Rest assured, we'll withdraw immediately."
"We definitely won't delay your people entering Black Pine Valley."
Having said this, Wayne ordered: "Everyone, down from the high wall. We'll retreat farther back."
Leon ranch people naturally still didn't know that temporary manager Ford had already prepared to surrender. Watching Wayne's behavior, they still felt it was a bit too obsequious.
Each one's face wrote dissatisfaction, but they still complied.
After both sides' people withdrew from the high wall, Merle drove the heavy truck and fiercely rammed the high wall.
Bang—the high wall piled like building blocks instantly collapsed. Dust rose up everywhere.
The killing machines loaded with heavy machine guns—the armored vehicles—rumbled into Buffalo Pass.
Wayne's group stood to one side watching the armored vehicles sweep past.
The armored vehicles' windows opened. They could see the warriors sitting inside. From head to foot—bulletproof vests, helmets, tactical earpieces, and various equipment. You could say armed to the teeth.
The gazes beneath the goggles were exceptionally sharp.
Under those pairs of gazes, it seemed any treacherous intentions would be directly seen through. The firearms in their hands were ready to fire. Wayne's subordinates immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet their eyes.
After the armored vehicles drove past, Merle led his own team members and quickly followed.
Leaving behind a chaotic scene. From far away came Merle's voice:
"Sorry everyone, you'll have to restore the wall a bit."
Wayne's subordinates immediately felt humiliated. They hadn't expected they'd still have to clean up the aftermath for another ranch.
But Wayne took two running steps, made his hands into a megaphone and placed them at his mouth, shouting: "Rest assured, we'll definitely restore the high wall properly."
Having said this, he still watched the convoy slowly disappear from view.
Wayne's subordinates really couldn't understand why Wayne lowered his posture so much. One subordinate asked: "Boss, why are you currying favor with them so much?"
"Could it be they'll still attack our ranch? Our ranch has nothing—just us people."
"Now these people are considered too many. Later food might get tighter and tighter."
Listening to several subordinates' complaints, Wayne's expression remained normal. He said lightly: "How do you know who we'll end up working for later?"
Wayne had already inquired clearly. Although this person Merle had heavy gangster air and a domineering personality, he was extremely trusted by Caesar and treated subordinates extremely well.
When I join Caesar's ranch, I'll definitely go under Merle's command.
After learning Ford's plan today, Wayne also found himself a good destination.
Now, showing his face before his future superior and earning some goodwill was very good.
Turning to look at his several subordinates' blank faces, Wayne shook his head with a smile, couldn't help sighing at his own wisdom.
Wayne's large hand waved: "You few, hurry and restore the high wall for me."
Fuck!
Several subordinates cursed in their hearts but could only sell labor under Wayne's supervision, obediently restoring the high wall.
While supervising them, Wayne contemplated how to tell Ford when returning to the ranch that Caesar and their strength had increased again.
Or rather, hidden strength had revealed another portion. As for whether these were all of Caesar's strength—who knows!
Wayne didn't wait for his subordinates to completely restore the high wall. He hurriedly spoke two sentences with companions coming to relieve them, then quickly rode a horse back to Leon's ranch.
Entering the ranch, Wayne rode swiftly to Ford's house.
Dismounting, Wayne ran forward.
Without needing anyone to announce him, with unobstructed passage, Wayne saw Ford.
Ford looked at Wayne's expression of "I have big news," his face condensing: "Speak. What happened again?"
Wayne took a deep breath, then heavily exhaled. After doing this several times, he finally calmed his violently jumping heart.
"Today at Buffalo Pass a group came. That group drove several good armored vehicles. Each armored vehicle had a heavy machine gun. I looked at how the wheels sank down and knew those vehicles were full of things."
"Things?" Ford's eyes narrowed slightly. He pinched his chin. "Munitions?"
"Exactly." Wayne definitely nodded: "In the apocalypse, people with equipment will definitely first wear the equipment on themselves. Only when they really can't wear more will they store it."
The apocalypse wasn't a novel. There was no pretending to be a pig to eat tigers. If you dared do that—
Then the result would be only one: before you put on equipment, you'd be killed by the enemy.
There was no morality to speak of here. Surviving was the greatest morality.
Ford continued asking: "Why couldn't it be supplies?"
"If it were rice and such, the density wouldn't be that great. Most likely inside is all firearms and ammunition."
Listening to Wayne's answer, Ford gasped.
Several armored vehicles—already very hard to resist. Plus inside full vehicles of weapons and ammunition.
Good. It's decided. Gordon, you several bastards must die tonight.
If you don't die, how do I advance?!
Ford's killing intent in his heart grew heavier. He could only apologize to Gordon and the others.
...
Led by the heavy truck, several armored vehicles also quickly reached the ranch.
The ranch was currently in full swing conducting construction work. Most ranch people were performing labor.
The armored vehicles arrived. Rip, Jimmy, Rick—these people got out of the vehicles and were immediately surrounded by their own families.
Rip and Beth embraced together, unabashedly seeking love in the crowd.
Jimmy was surrounded by Lloyd, Colby, Ryan, Tate—several people interrogating his experiences these days.
Jimmy's grandfather was also sent for.
Rick also embraced Lori and Carl. The family reunited once more.
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