Leon said: “It’s to test for virus antibodies.
It’s not a bad thing.” Andrea thought for a moment and nodded: “Understood.” “Also…” Leon added: “During quarantine, you cannot leave your room or visit each other.
Cooperate with the inspections and don’t cause trouble.
After three days, as long as you’re not infected, you’ll be free.” Amy muttered softly: “Room and board provided for doing nothing…
just like a vacation.” Leon glanced at her, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly: “Exactly.
Think of it that way.” He waved his hand, and two researchers came over to lead the sisters into the building.
Leon stood in place, and just as he was about to turn around, a voice came from behind: “BOSS.” He turned and saw Dr.
Abraham Green walking quickly toward him.
The Old Professor wasn’t wearing his white coat today; instead, he wore an old sweater, and his expression was somewhat urgent.
“What is it, Dr.
Green?” Abraham walked up to him, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: “Wu, I know my request might be a bit much, but I hope…
I hope you can do me a favor.” “Speak.” “My daughter.” Abraham’s voice was a bit raspy: “She’s a student at the University of Georgia, studying bioengineering.
On the day of the outbreak, I couldn’t reach her.
The phone wouldn’t go through, and she didn’t reply to my texts.
I don’t know if she’s alive or dead, but…” He took a deep breath and looked at Leon: “If she’s still alive, if there are still survivors at the university, I want to ask you to send a team to find her.
I know it’s dangerous, I know we’re short-handed, but she’s my only family left.
My wife passed away ten years ago.
It’s just her…
only her.” Leon was silent for a few seconds.
University of Georgia.
It was hundreds of kilometers away from Atlanta.
He wasn’t familiar with the road conditions, and there was no telling how many Walkers or dangerous survivors were along the way.
He really was short on manpower.
Five security personnel who had only been trained for a week and hadn’t yet gone out on an independent mission.
Twelve researchers, all mental laborers, none of whom could fight.
But if he refused…
He looked into Abraham’s eyes.
Those cloudy old eyes were full of pleading and hope.
“I mean, if…” Abraham lowered his head: “If the university has already fallen and there are no survivors, then abandon the search…
at least I’ll know I tried my best.” Leon patted his shoulder: “Doctor, go back and rest for now.
Let me think of a way.” Abraham nodded and turned to leave.
Leon stood there watching his back and sighed.
He opened the system panel.
[Current Points: 3520] [Points required to unlock Hive Level 2: 5000] [Remaining: 1480] He was still quite a few points short of unlocking the next level.
But if he organized a long-distance search and rescue, the fuel, ammunition, and resource consumption would all cost points.
He needed more points.
Leon closed the panel and walked toward the armored vehicle.
Ten minutes later, the armored vehicle drove out of the CDC once again.
This time there were only three people—Leon was driving, Sandra was on the roof with a sniper rifle, and Marcus was in the passenger seat learning how to operate it.
“BOSS, where are we going?” Marcus asked.
“Sweeping.” Leon stared ahead: “Look for large groups of Walkers and take them out.” The armored vehicle drove slowly through the streets of the small town in King County.
The surrounding scenes were shocking—overturned cars, shattered glass, dried bloodstains.
Occasionally, a Walker could be seen wandering, but they were all sporadic, in groups of three or five.
On the roof, Sandra lay prone at the shooting position, her eye pressed against the scope.
The AWM sniper rifle lay across her, the barrel swaying slightly.
“BOSS…” Her voice came through the headset: “I think you should give me a bottle of wine to pass the time.
These targets aren’t a challenge at all.” Leon rolled his eyes: “A challenge?
Like the kind of challenge where you were being chased so miserably when you first met me?” “That was an accident.” Sandra grumbled.
“Focus on your work.
If you want to drink, wait until we’re back at the base.” Leon got in the car and sat in the passenger seat as an observer while instructing Marcus: “See that intersection ahead?
Turn right.
Yes, slow down, don’t rush.
The armored vehicle is heavy and has a large turning radius.
Turn the wheel early.” Marcus gripped the steering wheel nervously, his forehead sweating: “Okay, BOSS, I’ve got it.” “You’ll have to drive more in the future.” Leon said: “I’m the boss.
I can’t lead the team personally every time.
You guys need to learn to complete missions independently.” “I-I’ll try…” Before he could finish his sentence, Marcus suddenly pointed out the windshield: “BOSS, there seems to be someone ahead?” Leon followed his finger.
By the roadside, next to an overturned SUV, two people were waving their hands frantically.
A middle-aged Black man, wearing a plaid shirt, looked extremely anxious.
Standing next to him was a Black boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, thin and small, clutching the man’s shirt hem with a terrified look in his eyes.
“Stop the car.” Leon said.
Marcus stepped on the brakes, and the armored vehicle came to a steady stop.
“Sandra, prepare to disembark and check it out.” “Copy that.” A slight mechanical sound came from the roof—Sandra slid down from the shooting position and switched to her MP5 submachine gun.
The door opened, and Sandra jumped out first, pointing her muzzle at the father and son while quickly scanning the surroundings—no other threats.
“Hands up!” She shouted.
The Black man immediately raised both hands, and the boy followed suit, raising his small hands with a practiced motion that was heartbreaking to see.
“Don’t shoot!
We’re alive!
We haven’t been bitten!” The man shouted, his voice trembling.
Leon got out of the car and stood behind Sandra, sizing up the two people.
The man was around forty, with a face full of stubble and some dust on his clothes, but no bloodstains.
The boy was skin and bones, his large eyes staring in terror at the guns.