The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 129 Relying on

The stench of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder filled O'Donnell's nostrils, and he lay on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Sweat streamed down his forehead and clung to his eyelashes, but O'Donnell didn't bother to wipe it away.

After waiting a while, O'Donnell put his hands on the ground, slowly raised his body, and then peeked out.

The group of black-armored warriors, steel guns in hand, strode towards the positions where they had just eliminated the enemy, then unleashed a barrage of fire, finishing off the remaining enemies one by one.

good chance!

A hint of joy flashed in O'Donnell's eyes; since they hadn't noticed him, he could run away.

O'Donnell glanced at another gun-holding position.

The wall next to that location was bombarded by powerful firepower, and bricks fell down, but figures could still be vaguely seen moving in the smoke and dust.

Some of his men are still alive.

O'Donnell's eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face as he came up with a brilliant idea.

He quickly picked up a few bricks from the ground and threw them at that spot.

The aim was good; it hit his own man squarely, and a scream rang out.

The sound attracted the attention of the group of soldiers, who cautiously approached the location with their guns, splitting into three groups to get closer.

go go go go go!

O'Donnell crawled outwards, using the wall as cover to avoid the soldiers' sight.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other person wasn't looking over, O'Donnell quickly darted out and ran backward.

After running for a short while, O'Donnell spotted his men.

They held their guns, cowering as they pointed them forward, fearing the soldiers would attack.

Seeing them holding guns, O'Donnell instinctively raised his hands and shouted, "It's me, it's me, O'Donnell, don't shoot!"

Seeing O'Donnell covered in dust, looking disheveled, and with some bloodstains on his body, they slowly lowered their guns, their hearts sinking.

O'Donnell opened his mouth, wanting to boost morale, but couldn't say anything. He himself wasn't confident he could survive, so how could he persuade others?

"Let's go back inside and hide! They're very strong, and we can't win in urban warfare."

O'Donnell looked around and saw that the defensive line was similar to the one before, and it was bound to fail to stop the enemy. He might even die sooner.

It's better to find a place to cower and wait for the other party's judgment.

O'Donnell acted like he was giving up, and his men, having no better options, followed him to an office to hide.

Not long after, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door.

The air in the office seemed to freeze, and everyone's heart skipped a beat.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, then suddenly stopped.

They stopped at the doorway.

O'Donnell had no choice but to signal his men to take up their guns, and he pointed his own gun at the doorway.

Everyone felt as if their hearts were being squeezed, their muscles tense, and their arms trembling slightly from the exertion.

But to my surprise, the footsteps sounded again, and they left.

Didn't they notice me?

A question arose in O'Donnell's mind, and the unease on the faces of his subordinates instantly turned into joy.

The feeling of surviving a disaster washed over me, and a broad smile spread across my face.

For some reason, O'Donnell felt uneasy and couldn't manage a smile.

Then, without warning, the wall smashed open.

Bricks flew everywhere, and a piece of shard struck O'Donnell on the head, causing him to fall to the ground with only one thought in his mind.

Here they come!

The explosion caused tinnitus and concussions, leaving the people in the office completely defenseless.

In an instant, they were all pinned to the ground, their hands tied behind their backs with straps. Instead of being angry about being caught, they looked delighted.

Being captured alive is better than dying!

Having caught the group of large fish, Morales immediately reported the situation to Caesar.

Caesar nodded: "I understand. The remaining area needs to be cleared as soon as possible."

"With such a commotion, we need to evacuate immediately."

"Understood." Morales paused for a moment, then, as if remembering something, said, "Boss, the hospital staff have already loaded the medicines and other supplies from the warehouse onto the transport trucks."

"They were probably preparing to escape immediately, but we broke in before they could get out."

Caesar grinned. "This is a pleasant surprise. Let's get moving."

Before long, Dawn, Dr. Steven, and a group of lower-ranking officials arrived.

Caesar glanced at the lower classes and ordered Morales to release them.

When we caught them, we searched everyone, so there's no need to worry about safety.

Seeing the bruised and battered faces of the lower-ranking officers, Andrea felt a surge of anger. When escorting the police, she used extreme force, causing everyone to scream.

Carroll was tactful; she made him suffer without injuring him.

Dawn, Dr. Steven, and O'Donnell knelt at the very front.

Both Dawn and O'Donnell looked defeated, but O'Donnell looked up at Caesar, and the fierceness between his brows had dissipated considerably.

Caesar glanced at him, then looked at Dawn. "Come on, tell me, where are your private collections?"

Kneeling to look the two men in the eye, Caesar's dark eyes held an unyielding ruthlessness.

After a moment's hesitation, O'Donnell revealed the location of his collection.

Dawn stated, "I don't have a private warehouse."

"Hmm?" Caesar narrowed his eyes. It was normal for private warehouses to be separated from camp warehouses, which was very beneficial for separating public and private matters.

Dawn, with his striking eyebrows, looked quite dashing. He said calmly, "I don't need a private warehouse; everything belongs to the collective."

"oh!"

Caesar's tone was drawn out, with a hint of mockery.

Dawn gritted his teeth, "If you don't believe me, you can check it out yourself."

O'Donnell, kneeling beside him, let out a cold laugh, his mockery obvious.

"No, I believe you." To Dawn's surprise, Caesar nodded.

Dawn is a monster seduced and transformed by power. She has no interest in these encroachments on the camp's warehouse supplies. Everything she does is for power, nothing else.

"Morales, get your men and find the stuff quickly, load it onto the truck. We're leaving!"

Having obtained the information he wanted, Caesar stopped wasting words with the two and immediately gave the order.

Just as the combat team was escorting people toward the underground parking garage, Dr. Steven shouted to Caesar.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Hello, my name is Steven, and I'm a surgeon."

Steven looked at Caesar with hopeful eyes, his voice strong and confident, showing no fear whatsoever.

Caesar turned around and glanced at Steven.

Morales said softly, "Boss, he really is the only doctor in this hospital, and his skills are excellent."

Caesar nodded and pointed at Steven, saying, "You've joined."

"Yes, yes!"

Steven jumped up excitedly, his breathing trembling slightly.

Yes, he was just putting on a brave face. Even if he had great confidence in his medical skills, he would still tremble in the face of death.

Fortunately, his medical skills, honed over many years, proved invaluable even in the apocalypse.