April 1, 2033.

9:30

New Stanton.

A black flag with a skull pattern on it stood vertically on the sentry post at the entrance of the town, grinning with the breeze that blew in the air from time to time.

In the central area of ​​the town, many people wearing these strange skull-headed clothes were gathering in the same direction. Each person's appearance was very weird or even weird. This extraordinarily non-mainstream appearance gathered together, making everyone feel uncomfortable.

A few normal people among them seemed out of place.

Such a group of people lazily found a place to stand or sit, talking to each other with familiar companions, laughing wildly with each other, as if they didn't even pay attention to the enemy they were going to destroy today.

On a small slope outside the town, Ash carefully poked his head out, put the telescope in front of his eyes, and observed the situation in the town.

His eyes swept across the sentry area at the entrance of the town, and he secretly noted the location of the patrol officers. However, when he looked at the eighty or so people standing in the center of the town, he couldn't help but secretly smack his tongue.

"My God, there are so many people here."

At this moment, Susan and Phillip poked their heads out from both sides and saw the patrols going back and forth in the town and the crowds gathering, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

A hundred or so people may have been just an insignificant number before the end of the world, but after the change, they are still a large group of people.

If Brian were here at this moment and saw their amazed faces, he would just secretly say that he has never seen the world.

Not to mention the number of people and equipment in their camp, whether it is the returnees from the small half of the southern region, the new border that confronts them, or the encounters and attacks of Dairi Tower and Nalu, any one of them can crush this group.

people in the area.

Of course, those hunters in Pittsburgh who are armed with heavy weapons and armored vehicles are not included. They are not easy to deal with when they overthrow the government and control the quarantine area.

"It just depends on how many people they leave."

Through the telescope, Ash watched two trucks driving from the right side of the town to the center. Soon some members of the Skeleton Legion were sitting in the back compartment, while the rest were walking on both sides of the car, slowly heading towards

Walking outside the town.

The whole team was moving very slowly, and it could almost be said that they were on vacation.

"They really don't take us seriously."

Seeing the situation of the Skeleton Legion, Philip just felt angry and cursed: "A bunch of scum, they are really used to being the only ones who dominate me!"

"Calm down, we will recover this debt slowly!"

After patting Phillip on the shoulder for comfort, Susan looked at Ash, who was still observing, and asked, "Are Tonys and the others here?"

"I just contacted them and they are already in place."

Ash replied while observing, "As long as we do it first, they will follow."

Knowing that there would be support, Susan's brows still did not relax, and she still worried: "Then...will the others come together?"

"Even if they don't take action, they will lead people to watch around. These people just lack a leader. When New Stanton's defense is weakened to the lowest level, how can they sit still."

Ash was indeed not worried at all about this. Thinking about what Brian said yesterday, he raised the corners of his mouth and said, "And when they got here, New Stanton was attacked again. Do you think the Skeleton Legion would let it go so easily afterwards?"

Are they? Now that they’re on the boat, it’s not that easy to think about getting off.”

Then, Ash retracted his head, looked at his companions who were waiting quietly behind him, looked at one of the thin men, and said:

"Jeff, follow those people and make sure their destination is our camp. If they change their route midway or their number suddenly decreases, notify us immediately via the walkie-talkie!"

"give it to me."

After receiving the order, Cuzha took the walkie-talkie without saying a word, walked nimbly through the woods, and headed towards the skeleton army leaving New Stanton.

Looking at his retreating back, Ash leaned down the slope on the rock wall, closed his eyes and murmured: "The next step... is to wait for news from the refinery..."

…

at the same time.

In an oil refinery several kilometers away.

As an important facility for refining gasoline, the refinery occupies a large area, with various pipelines and equipment distributed around the oil storage tanks toward various refining areas.

Even though the area has been abandoned for nearly twenty years, there is still a lingering smell of gasoline in the air.

The long-term abandonment also caused all the oil refining facilities inside to be scrapped.

In a certain area of ​​the refinery, a tank that can store hundreds of liters of liquid was placed in an open space. Two men, covered in pitch black, held the filled crude oil in their hands and poured it into the tank.

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After the crude oil was poured in, the two quickly left the oil storage tank. Not far away, a woman also covered in black and wearing a pair of glasses pressed a button in her hand.

The next moment, a combustion device built under the tank started instantly, and the scorching high-temperature flames continued to burn the crude oil inside the tank, burning the entire oil storage tank black.

The woman stared closely at the button device in her hand, always paying attention to the temperature displayed on it.

The two men who had just poured the crude oil came to the woman's side at some point, and just stared at the rolling flames in front of them, their eyes full of numbness and despair.

As the crude oil continues to boil, drops of refined liquid flow into a nearby oil barrel along the conduit extending from the oil storage tank.

At this moment, a shirtless and tattooed strong man walked out from the inner area of ​​the refinery. Behind him were two skeleton legion members holding firearms, and behind him was a man holding a fan.

The cowering man kept fanning the shirtless man.

Seeing the scene of refining gasoline, the shirtless man walked slowly to the edge of the oil drum, and slowly lifted the lid to a corner, and the pungent smell instantly poured into his nose.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Well, good."

Satisfied, he closed the lid again. The shirtless man looked at the black man and woman next to him with satisfaction, and said with a smile:

"You have done a very good job, but you are not boasting. As a reward for you, you will be specialized in refining oil from now on, so you don't have to do hard work at the back. You will be provided with three meals a day on time."

After explaining the matter, he turned around and returned to the refinery. No, the sultry weather was really unbearable. He planned to go back and lie down and enjoy himself.

But little did they know that at this moment, there were several pairs of eyes in the outer area of ​​the refinery, watching their every move.

"Well...here are...thirteen people..."

Holding the binoculars in his hand high, Brian confirmed the positions of all patrol personnel and kept their locations in his mind.

After confirming all the people, he raised the walkie-talkie in his hand and said: "Joel, how are you doing there?"

Joel's response soon came over the intercom: "On my side, there are fifteen..."

"Well, let me confirm the battle plan now. Joel and I will sneak in first and try to eliminate as many people as possible without alerting the enemy. Mahat occupies the commanding heights and always pays attention to the movements of the two of us.

Once something abnormal happens, use the walkie-talkie to notify us. Tess and Sarah will be on standby, and they will join the battle as soon as the gunfire sounds. Do you understand?"

"learn."

"Um."

“….”

As Brian recounted the combat operations, four responses quickly came from the intercom.

Seeing this, Brian raised his eyebrows and spoke again: "Mahat?"

“….”

The intercom was silent, but a moment later a man's hoarse voice came from inside.

"knew."

After receiving the response, Brian nodded with satisfaction, looked at the oil refinery in front of him, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and said:
Chapter completed!