The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 219 The Black Box

Caesar set to work, beginning to clear away the pile of furniture and clutter in front of him.

Glenn, Moore, and Daryl all came forward to help, while Neil lay in the back, pretending to be dead.

With the combined efforts of the four, the cleanup was almost complete in no time.

Caesar kept his gaze straight ahead and said calmly, "Moore, remember to clean things up properly later."

Moore's expression didn't change, and his smile remained on his face, as if he knew it was just a small chore. "I'll do it cleanly."

"As for CRM, I'll explain it to everyone when we get back to Huangshi. There's no need to explain it again when we get back if I do it now."

Although Daryl and his companions trusted themselves, they chose not to ask.

But Caesar felt he couldn't remain silent, because he trusted them just as much.

Trust is mutual.

Glenn nodded upon hearing Caesar's words, while Daryl gave Caesar a deep look.

Just then, Caesar looked over, and the two exchanged a glance.

Daryl turned his face away, his long hair obscuring his cheeks, and silently picked up a chair, casually tossing it aside as he cleaned up.

Caesar knew Daryl's personality and didn't say anything more.

The area behind the glass door was cleaned up. Caesar stepped forward and opened the glass door, letting in the fresh air mixed with a hint of the stench of rotting corpses.

That was the lingering aura of the zombies who had just gathered.

Stepping out of the shop, Caesar stood on the street, looking left and right. As far as the eye could see, there was not a trace of the zombies.

They are probably still tracking the direction of the helicopter.

Daryl and Glenn also came out carrying bags.

"Let's go back to where we ambushed them and look for something like the black box—"

Just as Caesar was speaking, a muffled popping sound came from the shop, followed by a series of hissing sounds, like a balloon filled with a small amount of water.

Caesar continued speaking, without stopping because of the commotion.

A short while later, Moore came out of the shop. He looked perfectly normal, with no blood on his face, except for a few drops of blood on his shoes, which had already soaked into them.

"Let's go," Mor said with a chuckle as he casually put his arm around Daryl.

The four of them returned the way they came and headed back to where they had come from.

This journey was much easier; no zombies appeared, and we didn't encounter any obstacles.

The four arrived quickly.

Walking into the alley where the fight had just taken place, the scene was a complete mess.

Several corpses lay on the ground, the very tactical squad members they had just killed. Their black combat uniforms had been torn open, and their internal organs were nowhere to be found.

Even its face and other areas were covered with marks left by teeth gnawing, and several of its eyeballs were missing.

Caesar glanced briefly at the corpses, his gaze fixed on their backpacks.

"The black box should be in the backpack, let's look for it."

As he spoke, Caesar walked to a corpse, tucked the back of his foot behind the corpse, and lifted his foot, causing the zombie to flip over.

The bag the corpse was carrying was covered in blood, and had been soaked in blood for a long time.

Caesar unzipped his backpack and rummaged through it, while the other three were also looking through their backpacks.

The backpack isn't too big; with a quick flip, the black box, which isn't small, is easily visible.

If you don't see it, it means it's not in this backpack.

After rummaging through two backpacks, Caesar pulled over another corpse and just unzipped it.

Caesar caught a glimpse of the orange-red color inside, and a smile appeared on his lips. This was it.

Caesar reached inside and grabbed it; it was heavy, probably weighing about ten kilograms.

Take it out of the backpack, and an orange-red rectangular block is revealed.

That's right, the black box isn't black, but a bright orange-red color, to make it easier to spot at the accident scene.

The black box looks like a slightly larger toolbox from the outside, and its surface is very sturdy.

"I found it."

Caesar called out, and the three stopped searching.

Glenn leaned closer, his gaze fixed on the black box, his brow furrowed. "This is the first time I've ever seen one of these. Aren't black boxes supposed to be black?"

Caesar smiled and said, "The black box isn't black; that's a misconception."

"What's the use of getting this thing?" Daryl asked.

"Hmm—" Caesar pondered for a moment and replied, "This might not be very useful to us, but it would be quite useful to a force like CRM."

"It contains at least all the research processes and conclusions of all the researchers at the CDC, even including their every move during experiments. And our images and sounds from the CDC are also included."

Caesar's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to shake Daryl's heart.

It's certain that once CRM gets hold of the black box, they will hunt them down, especially since Dr. Jenner left with them.

This is like a time bomb.

Caesar shook his head. "The black box is very sturdy and difficult to destroy."

"Moreover, we don't need to destroy it; we just need to prevent the CRM people from getting their hands on it."

"I'll put it in Yellowstone's armory."

Upon hearing this, Daryl nodded.

Moore gave a hoarse laugh, glanced at Daryl's face, and knew what Daryl was worried about.

"If those CRM bastards dare to come after us, we'll wipe them all out, just like this squad."

Caesar glanced at Mor in agreement. "That's right, we are the strongest in this apocalypse, the ones most likely to survive."

After obtaining the black box, the three of them, led by Glenn, took the shortest route back to the parking lot.

In the parking lot, everyone who had already returned was worried about the safety of Caesar and his companions.

Unlike Caesar and others' previous battles against walkers, walkers are mindless and have certain patterns and rules of behavior. Once people adapt, their survival ability will be greatly improved.

But this time, the opposing team was a tactical squad. Although they had all undergone military training and were strong in combat, and they had the impression that tactical squads were also very powerful, their natural fear amplified the enemy's strength in their minds.

Da da da—

"We're back."

Caesar opened his arms and greeted everyone with a smile.

Upon seeing the four unharmed individuals, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Only Maggie rushed into Glenn's arms, and the two embraced tightly, breathing in each other's scent.

The people around watched for a while, then howled like wolves, making Glenn blush.

The fierce Maggie turned around with a stern face, "What are you looking at? Go back to your woman."

This caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Caesar smiled and patted the door of the armored vehicle. "Everyone, get in first. You can all get some rest when we get back to Yellowstone."

Since it was in Atlanta, there was still some danger, so Caesar urged everyone to get in the car quickly.