The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 216 Sneak Attack

"Are you done talking? We need to take a detour."

What echoed in Harvey's ears was that still annoyingly cold and hard voice.

Harvey's eyes twitched a few times. He took a deep breath, calmed his surging emotions, and spoke with a touch of rational restraint.

"Neil, tell me, why did you take the detour?"

"There's someone lying in ambush ahead," Neil repeated.

"evidence?"

Harvey stared intently at Neil, his gaze as if he wanted to devour Neil alive.

Neil glanced at Harvey. "I have no evidence."

As Harvey expected, he said coldly, "Since there is no evidence, it means that the authenticity of your proposal is questionable. I do not accept your proposal."

"Continue along the same route."

Harvey turned around, gave orders to everyone, glanced at Neil defiantly, and strode forward.

Neil's face was cold as he held the gun, his knuckles turning white from the force. His inner state was clearly not as calm as he appeared.

He swore he wasn't lying; he had indeed discovered someone spying on him, but when he went to investigate, he found nothing.

Neil himself hadn't discovered it, so naturally he couldn't produce any evidence.

Even now, he can't change Xavi's decision to be the captain.

A teammate who came up from behind patted Neil on the shoulder apologetically, conveying his remorse through his eyes.

It seems to be saying: I'm sorry, I couldn't help you.

Neil shook his head. His team hadn't done anything wrong, and it was wise for them not to step forward.

In the city where he lived, the power of authority still prevented him from resisting; he had a wife and children, and he couldn't directly confront Harvey.

The atmosphere among the group was even more subdued than when they had just disembarked from the helicopter.

Harvey smiled; he knew these teammates had always ostracized him, but he was determined to get revenge on them.

They need to know that if Harvey wanted to be a squad leader, it would only take a word.

If you anger him, he can even order your team members to carry out a suicide mission, which is perfectly legal.

He likes this feeling of being unable to kill him yet hating him to the core.

And so, Harvey walked straight ahead from the center of the group.

The return time is approaching.

The sound of helicopters in the distance grew louder, and the zombies on the street began to riot.

All the zombies in the city are frantically converging in this direction.

The sound of the helicopter alerted the team, and Harvey spat, "Hurry up, the helicopter will be here soon."

Harvey no longer had time to blame Neil. He felt that the whole thing was Neil's fault for delaying them, which was why they were only now getting close to the building where the helicopter was parked.

At that moment, Harvey's shouts exploded in his ears, but Neil ignored them and followed the group with a furrowed brow.

He cautioned, "Be careful, everyone."

His long military service gave him an extremely keen sense of death.

Now, there is a strong sense of death here.

Just as the other team members reacted, a cold glint flashed past their eyes.

When they turned around, they found that it was Harvey who had been struck right between the eyebrows, with a dagger firmly embedded in his brow.

With a thud, Harvey collapsed.

At the same time, with a whoosh, another person died in the crowd.

Caesar, wielding an axe, instantly loomed over an enemy with his towering figure.

The overwhelming aura of death gripped the enemy's throat, binding his hands and feet, and he was momentarily frozen in place.

The man was kicked and sent flying to the side.

However, Caesar reacted extremely quickly, immediately swinging his axe and striking the man in the waist.

The unparalleled force caused the axe blade to smash into flesh and lumbar vertebrae, bones snapped, blood spurted out, and the axe ruthlessly severed the upper and lower body.

With a thud, his entire body fell to the ground.

The organs in the abdominal cavity rolled out like fruit from a burst bag, mixed with scarlet blood.

The man was incredibly resilient; he was still alive, lying on the ground groaning in pain.

Neil's eyes widened as the strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, and a surge of rage seemed to ignite within his chest, rushing upwards and crashing through him.

*Pfft—*

From the shadows on one side, Daryl darted out like a ghost, an arrow in his hand, aimed at one of his enemies.

He lunged behind him, and the arrow in his hand plunged down, piercing the man's neck.

Blood gushed from the tear. The enemy grabbed the arrow, drew his pistol with his right hand, and tried to shoot Daryl upwards.

Daryl thrust his right hand in forcefully while using his other hand to restrain the enemy's gun-wielding hand, and the two wrestled with each other.

As Daryl burst out, Glenn and Moore also appeared, taking out their guns and firing continuously.

Moore, wielding a shotgun, fired at the two men, who were immediately sent flying, crashing into the wall behind them and falling heavily to the ground, barely able to breathe, clearly not long to live.

Glenn also fired repeatedly.

The enemy was clearly no ordinary foe; under close-range fire, they had no intention of fleeing, only of fighting to the death.

They quickly drew their guns, aimed at their targets, and returned fire.

The distance was too close; Moore's shotgun had a huge advantage, and one shot took down several people.

As they fell to the ground, several shots were accidentally fired.

Neither Moore nor Glenn's clothes were touched, and neither of them were injured.

*Pfft—*

Daryl pulled out the arrow, spraying crimson blood all over him. He spat out the blood that had accidentally gotten into his mouth and looked up at his arrow.

The arrowhead had been broken off, and the arrowhead was embedded tightly in the neck of the man on the ground.

Daryl kicked the corpse in annoyance. "Bastard, you wasted one of my arrows."

As the apocalypse rolls on, Huangshi has not found a large amount of weaponry for a long time. Usually, only when scavenging some towns can one find some scattered guns, which are all relatively common civilian versions.

Daryl's crossbows weren't cheap either, and his arrows hadn't been replenished in a long time; he was even considering making his own.

Just then, several zombies suddenly sprang out from one side of the alley, their scarlet eyes locked onto the living people. Behind them was an even larger number of zombies.

They were attracted by the sound of gunfire.

The sound of the helicopter was getting closer and closer; it seemed that it was time for their rendezvous.

We can't delay any longer.

Caesar stepped forward and stomped hard, kicking Neil's knee hard in the side. Neil's leg instantly twisted at an angle, and Neil opened his mouth and screamed.

A punch landed squarely on Neil's chin, knocking him unconscious.

As Caesar hoisted Neil onto his shoulder, he shouted to Daryl and the others, "Go, hurry up and go!"

"Don't get spotted by the helicopter."

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